WHEE! Hiya, kids. *beams cheerily* Decided to take a break from writing Absolute Destiny: Apocalypse (*pulls out hair* I CANNOT WRITE THIRD PERSON! *cries*) and work on this little bugger for a while. This actually isn't going to be as long as I thought it was. *beams cheerily* Anyway. Uber-thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far. I love you all! OOH! And guess which fic won Best Kid Blink Fic in the 2003 NML Awards? Yeah, that'd be this one! XDDD So, a big, huge, MAJOR thank you to everyone who voted for this loverly ficcie. ^_^
Disclaimer: The Newsies characters don't belong to Sita; they belong to Disney. All original characters, save for Mayfly, belong to their original creators; Sita does not own them either. ^^
Warnings: Language, MORE SLASH IN THIS CHAPPIE! WOO!
But I'm a Prep!
Chapter Five
Boy meets boy. Boy hates boy. Boy, due to some odd twist of fate, becomes friends with boy. Boy wants to screw boy silly.
Such is my life.
With a slightly frustrated sigh, I scrubbed the last bit of sleep out of my eye and tried to focus on combing my hair.
But how could I focus on anything with the epitome of sexiness standing next to me?
And I honestly have no idea how Racetrack went from being the spawn of Satan to the epitome of sexiness in a month. Hey, it's not like I know how my mind works.
"Aw, crap." I pricked up my ears and set down my comb.
"What's up, Race?" Snitch asked, trying to "nonchalantly" brush hands with Skittery as he reached for a towel.
"Whatever Q drew on my back last night isn't coming off."
Yes, Q drew on his back. In Sharpie, from what I remember. Hey, it was a crazy night. Spot somehow managed to get a couple bottles of Smirnoff ("from an outside contact," he stated slyly), and things got a little weird once we got smashed. Bebop challenged Snitch to a game of Pictionary. Snitch lost, and the girls insisted that we do whatever they wanted in order to compensate for the nonexistent ten bucks that Snitch had promised the red-headed girl. In typical Q fashion, all the twitchy girl wanted to do was draw on Race's back. Hey, it may sound weird, but he got off easier than I did. Speed put my hair into about a hundred little knots, slathered make-up on my face, and then made me sing "I Will Survive." And let me add that I can't sing worth a shit.
But, anyway.
"It looks like a llama," Skittery affirmed, straightening his tie.
"Nah, it's just a blob," Spot contradicted.
"I don't give a shit what it is! I just want to get it off!"
That's when I decided to look over.
And it probably would have been better if I hadn't.
Race had apparently just gotten out of the shower. He was standing, soaking wet, in front of the mirror, frowning and scrubbing at a blob on his back.
Did I mention that he was wearing absolutely nothing but a rather small towel wrapped around his waist?
"Blink? Bliiiiiink... yoo-hoo, Earth to Blink!" Spot waved his hand in front of my face, which failed to snap me out of my little daydream. So, he moved on to Stage Two: smacking me on the butt.
"Huh? What?" He glanced quickly at Race before turning back to me with a gleeful grin.
"See something that you like?"
"Shut up," I mumbled, red-faced. Spot cackled wildly.
"Aw, you're so CUTE!" he squealed. He pinched my cheeks, giggled like a nine-year-old girl, and then skipped out of the room.
"What's he babbling about?" Race asked, yanking on his pants.
"Erm... I dunno." I smiled nervously and trudged off towards the bathroom with the intention of taking a very, very cold shower.
*~*~*
I sighed and leaned against the wall.
"I don't think I can take being stuck in this hellhole for much longer," I muttered.
"Aw, come on!" Swifty replied cheerily. "If I can stick it out, so can you." He jabbed his thumb in the general direction of the Training Building stoop where Pie Eater and Bumlets were whispering and glaring in Swifty's general direction.
"True. Hey, speaking of which, why'd you do it? If you don't mind me asking."
"Do what?"
"Two-time them, dumbass." Swifty grinned.
"It's all part of my master plan. You'll see." I raised an eyebrow.
"Master plan?" I repeated. "What, like an evil plan to take over the world?"
"Something like that."
"Who do you think you are? Itey?" Swifty laughed.
"That kid's got some serious problems. I don't like him. And, you know, it's not because he's got the whole uber-goth thing going on. I'm fine with that, really. It's that he's got this whole 'tude problem."
"Did you just say 'tude?"
"Yes. Yes, I did. And he does have a rotten attitude." I snorted as Swifty cheerfully extinguished his cigarette.
"I know. Believe me, I know. He threw a fuckin' dart at my head, you know."
"He what?!"
"Yup. Threw a dart straight at my head." Swifty whistled softly in astonishment.
"That's harsh... but I guess I can sorta see where he's coming from. I mean, he's got a huge-ass crush on Racetrack. And, of course, so do you."
Well. That would explain things.
"Am I that obvious?" Swifty smirked.
"Yeah. To everyone but Race, naturally. He may be good at 'reading people,' as he likes to say, but he's shitty at figuring out what people are thinking about him."
"Hey, Swifty. Blink." I glanced behind me and grinned at Ireland as she stepped out of a side door with a clipboard and a vacuum cleaner hose.
"Hey, Ireland. What's up with the hose?" She smiled and shrugged.
"Cleaning it. We're trying to teach the girls how to vacuum properly, but they hardly ever use it like it's supposed to be used. Let's see... it was Stage's elephant trunk for a while... then it was a snake, and Chaser was Cleopatra... then Maureen threw it out the window."
"She has a tendency to throw things out of windows, doesn't she?" Swifty commented. Ireland sighed and nodded. Suddenly, her eyes widened.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" She reached into the Barishnikov bag at her side and pulled out two neon pink fliers. She handed one to me and one to Swifty.
"'Escape Conformity,'" I read out loud. "'Explore Other Possibilities - Meet in Front of the Training Building at Midnight on Saturday.'" I frowned. "What is this?"
"Think of it as a field trip," Ireland replied with a mysterious smile. "My old next-door neighbor, Mr. Kloppman, started up this little place called the Lodging House. It's sort of like a safe house for gay kids. He and two friends of mine, Specs and Dutchy, set up this little excursion for you guys." She smiled brightly. "Aunt Medda hates the place. She hates Mr. Kloppman for running it, and she hates Specs and Dutchy for converting."
"Converting?" Swifty echoed. Ireland nodded.
"Specs and Dutchy almost graduated from True Directions about two or three years back. They managed to last until the day before the graduation ceremony."
"What happened?"
"They couldn't take it any more, so they escaped that night and ran off to the Lodging House. Now, they kinda help Mr. Kloppman out."
"Ireland! Are you done?" a voice called.
"Almost, Mush! Hang on, I'll be there in a sec!" she yelled back. She sighed and turned to us. "I'd better go. But, listen, don't let Aunt Medda or Mush or Davey or anyone you don't trust see that, okay?" Her huge, blue eyes were solemn. "Mr. Kloppman could get in a lot of trouble if Aunt Medda sees this and puts two and two together. And he's such a sweet, old man, and I really admire what he's doing for these kids, so that's the last thing I want."
We nodded gravely.
"Great. See you guys in a few; free time's ending in about five minutes." With a smile and a wave, she disappeared back into the Training Building.
"You gonna go?" I thought about it for a second and shrugged.
"I dunno. Maybe, maybe not. If we get caught, we're screwed. My dad would murder me if I got thrown out. What about you?"
"Hell, yeah! Look, if I stay here one more second, I'm gonna go nuts. I gotta get out of here, even if it is just for a little while. No matter what the risk."
"Free time's up, guys!" David screeched from the football field. "Let's go!" Swifty smiled at me, patted me on the shoulder, and reluctantly trudged towards the accursed field.
"So it's TRUE!"
I practically jumped out of my skin when I heard the voice.
"SMARTASS?!"
"The one and only," she replied, flashing me a Cheshire cat grin.
"What the HELL are you doing here?!" She gestured to the side of the girls' dorm where Slosh was chatting away with a girl who looked an awful lot like Tiger.
"Tiger's best friend, Slosh, got sent up here, and Tiger's going crazy without her. She decided to sneak in and have a chat." Smartass grinned again and pushed up the brim of her cabby hat. "Rumor has it that you got your ass sent up here, too, and I just had to find out if it was true. So..." she trailed off and smirked evilly. "You're gay?"
I groaned and slapped my forehead.
"Yes..." I mumbled.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she asked innocently, cupping her ear.
"YES, I'M GAY!" Smartass clapped her hands together and let out a cackle.
"I KNEW it!" She giggled wildly, then clicked her tongue. "Aw, and Zooey's been talking about how much she misses you!" I smiled sadly. Hey, I may be gay, but Zooey's still a sweetheart. She shouldn't have to find out that her boyfriend's gay via the school newspaper (which was more than likely how she, and the rest of the school, would find out now that Smartass knew). Smartass glanced over my shoulder. "Tiger looks like she's just about finished. My work here is done." She beamed.
"Are you putting this in the gossip section of the Herald?"
"You better believe it, baby! TIGER! Let's move it!"
"That girl is such a freak," I muttered, mostly to myself.
"You shouldn't judge people on how they look," a quiet, calm voice said. I whirled around to face Tricia "Tiger" George. She didn't yell at me or hit me or do any of the things that I would have expected a girl to do. She just sort of stared at me and didn't blink. Needless to say, I was feeling just a tad uncomfortable. "You've never even spoken to me unless you absolutely had to, so who says you have the right to pass judgment on me? You can't assume that you know everything about someone, no matter how stereotypical they may seem. But I thought that you, of all people, would already know that, Mr. 'Perfect Life, Perfect Family, Perfect Girlfriend, Oh, Wait, I'm Gay.'" With that, she turned and walked away with Slosh, just as calmly as she'd spoken.
Smartass whistled softly as I gaped at her.
"Damn. She sure told you." She turned back to me and grinned widely. "Must be off. Have fun, Blink."
"Of course I will," I muttered sarcastically as she skipped off.
Stupid girls.
I don't know how I used to tolerate them.
*~*~*
You know, there's nothing quite as stupid as attempting to prove your nonexistent heterosexuality by chopping wood for three hours.
It's tiring, too.
So, naturally, I was pretty happy when I was finally able to collapse into my bed and doze off. But I was in no way prepared for the dream that greeted me...
I gritted my teeth as I felt my back hit the wall. I didn't even have time to start thinking coherently again before I felt his teeth nipping at my ear.
"Shit," I choked out. "Shit, Race-"
"Shut up," he whispered huskily. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, yanked me towards him, and crushed his lips to mine.
"Fuck..." I bit my lip and grabbed at the back of Racetrack's shirt as he trailed his tongue down my neck. "W-We're gonna get caught..." He only stopped for a millisecond.
"You want me to stop? Just say it, and I'll stop."
"Don't."
"What?"
"Don't stop, dammit!" He snickered quietly before starting to unbutton my shirt. "Shit... ho-ly shit..." My knees went week as Race's lips traveled lower... and lower...
BZZT!
At the sound of the vaguely familiar noise, I woke up pretty quickly.
And so did something else.
"Shit," I groaned quietly to myself.
BZZT!
I glanced sharply at the other side of the room where I noticed Itey, crouched over Race's bed. It looked like he was watching him sleep. Every few seconds, he'd grab his taser and shock himself, but it didn't seem to be doing any good.
Then, I remembered Speed saying something about Itey's freakish pain fetish.
Weirdo.
Okay, I thought to myself. I've got two options. I can sit here and watch Itey have Taser Fun Hour, or I can go somewhere and try to fix my... problem.
I chose the latter.
Silently, I slipped out of the bed and crept through the door. I glanced around quickly before starting down the hallway.
"Blink?" a familiar voice whispered. I turned around and blinked in surprise.
"Swifty? What are you doing on this floor?" He grinned and pointed at the window.
"Checking out the results of my master plan." I looked over my shoulder, and I couldn't help but smile.
Bumlets and Pie Eater were sitting in the window seat, talking quietly. Bumlets had his arm around Pie, and Pie was resting his head on Bumlets' shoulder.
It was, quite possibly, one of the most adorable things I'd ever seen.
"That was your master plan? To set them up?" Swifty grinned and nodded.
"Come on, they're perfect for each other! The thing is, I knew they'd never get anywhere, because they both had crushes on me. So, I just... helped them along a little."
"But now they both hate you." Swifty shrugged.
"A necessary sacrifice. I consider them both my friends, and they're both happy. That's all I really need." He smiled wistfully as the pair kissed quickly, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched. "I've got a boyfriend, anyway."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. His parents kinda caught us making out, and we got sent here. Different sessions, of course. They didn't want us associating." Swifty smiled bitterly before continuing. "He was at the one before this and ended up escaping. I get letters from him every now and then, but he can't tell me where he is, because Medda reads all the mail that we get." He sighed sadly, then brightened. "But, whatever. He'll let me know where he is when he can." We smiled at each other. "Oh, by the way, avoid the bathroom. Speed and Chaser are making out in there."
I blinked.
"Why didn't they use their own bathroom?"
"Because Stage, Bebop, and Q are using it as an arena for their 'Uber-Spiffy, Insomnia-Battling Breakdance Contest,' as they like to call it."
"Ah. Good reason." I grinned and crept back down the hall after quickly waving goodbye to Swifty. My "problem" had calmed itself down, so there was nothing to worry about except getting back into bed before David or Mush or Satan herself decided to do an impromptu late-night check.
You know, if I just would have kept walking, none of this crap would have happened.
But I didn't. I stopped when I heard the moaning.
The fuck is that?
I suddenly noticed a door that I'd never seen before. Well, I'd seen it, but I'd always figured it was a storage closet or something.
Being the idiot that I was, I decided to ignore the little part of me that was screeching, "NO! NO, RUN AWAY, YOU FOOL!" With a slightly confused frown, I stepped up to the apparently normal, blue door and pushed it open.
I don't know what it used to be used for, but the room was now, apparently, a storage center. Broken desks, bags of various sports equipment, and other assorted crap littered the grimy floor. A single, bare light bulb dangled, darkened, from the ceiling.
And in the very center of the room were Snitch and Skittery.
Shirtless.
With their hands down each others' pants.
They stared at me for a few seconds, and I stared right back. Then, we all proceeded to do the most rational thing that could be done at such a time.
We screamed like little girls.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I shrieked, tripping backwards over a discarded table leg. "HOLY SHIT, WH-" Skittery darted forward and slapped his hand over my mouth.
"You're gonna get us caught!" he hissed.
"Oh, God, Blink, you can't tell! You can't!" Snitch cried, practically hysterical. He was almost hyperventilating. I glared at Skittery and smacked his hand away.
"I'm not gonna tell anyone! Just keep your fuckin' hand off my face!"
"What the HELL is going on here?!"
My blood ran cold as I whirled around.
There, in the doorway, was a very pissed-off closet homosexual.
David glared at all three of us, hands on his hips.
"I'm waiting for an answer. Why aren't the three of y-" He stopped in mid-sentence when he noticed that both Snitch and Skittery were missing their shirts.
Shit.
"So," he said icily. "So."
Though it took a lot of effort, I refrained from saying, "so what?"
"David-" Snitch began.
"I don't wanna hear it, Damien." David shook his head slowly. "I had high hopes for you two, you know that?" He glared at them both. "Come on. We have to wake up Medda."
A jolt shot through my entire body right about then.
Why?
Because I realized that whatever happened to those two... it was all my fault.
*~*~*
"I want to know who started this. NOW!"
We all winced as Medda's irritated voice drifted out the window.
"This is all my fault," I whispered, mostly to myself.
"You can't blame yourself, Blink," Bumlets replied softly. "Spot, can you see anything?" Spot turned away from the window, shaking his head angrily.
"Not a damn thing. She's got those thick-ass curtains in the way. I don't know what the hell they're made of, but they're making my eyes bleed." He shuddered.
"This isn't the time to be pulling a Carson on us, Spot," Bebop chided. I frowned.
"'Pulling a Carson?'" She stared at me.
"Carson? From Queer Eye?" I shrugged. "And you call yourself a gay man!"
"Hey, I'm still new at this!"
"Can we not talk about this now?" Race hissed. "I can't hear what's going on."
"-deny it? Well, are you? Are you honestly going to sit here and tell me that the two of you were just out for a late-night stroll without shirts?" Medda snarled.
"No, ma'am." Skittery's voice was still steady, at least. I could barely hear Snitch.
"Good. Now, I need to know who started this. Whoever did is OUT. I can only help those who are willing to help themselves. Now, who was it?!"
A pause.
"It was me."
My jaw dropped.
"Snitch?!" Mayfly hissed.
"No fucking way," Slosh said angrily. I think it was the first time that I'd ever seen her show actual emotion.
"Snitch, that's bull-" Skittery started.
"No. No, it was me. I came on to Skitts."
"Snitch, don't do this! It's not true!"
"Damien, pack your things," Medda said flatly. "You're out."
Mandy burst into tears and buried her head in Heels' shoulder.
"Why is he doing this?!" Pie whispered frantically. "Why's he taking the blame?!"
"Wouldn't you do the same thing for Bumlets?" Race said quietly. They locked eyes for a few seconds. Pie bit his lip and looked away.
"Yeah," he replied softly. "Yeah, I would."
I just sort of stared at the ground as we listened to Medda speak quietly into her bright pink telephone.
"You okay?" Stage asked me gently as she helped Chaser comfort a teary-eyed Speed.
"He just knows that it's all his fucking fault," Itey snarled, plucking at one of his earrings.
"Fuck off, Itey, it's not like he did it on purpose," Spot barked. "Are you gonna be all right?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Don't worry about me. I... I'm gonna head back to the dorm."
He nodded back, and I started to trek through the yard followed by various calls of, "G'night, Blink!"
"Why?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. The question was barely above a whisper, but it was so full of pain that I couldn't help but stop. I glanced over at the courtyard of the V.I.P dorm, where I'd first seen Heels, Spot, and all the others. Snitch was sitting silently on one of the benches with his thumb in his mouth. Skittery towered over him, his arms crossed and tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Why what?" Snitch replied, unable to look him in the eye.
"What do you think, stupid?" Skittery muttered affectionately. "Why did you lie? You know damn good and well that I started this whole thing and not you."
Snitch smiled from around his thumb and finally met his boyfriend's eyes.
"I've never been brave, Skitts. Never had a reason to. I'm the kind of person who sits back and lets people walk over him to avoid problems. I don't usually stand up for myself or do anything important. But when I saw what was gonna happen to you... I just couldn't do it. I couldn't let her fuck you over, Skitts."
"But I would have deserved it!"
"I deserve this just as much as you do. Medda's full of crap. This isn't about who started it. Nobody started anything. We both went into this knowing damn well what would happen if we got caught. You didn't force me into anything, so why should you get screwed over and not me?"
"But now you're the only one getting screwed over!" Skittery cried, practically hysterical. Snitch smiled sadly.
"Better me than you."
That's about when Skittery grabbed him and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
And I guess, for them... there really wasn't.
*~*~*
I poked at my cereal. How the hell could I eat when Skittery was stuck with a week in the Doghouse (a tiny room roughly have the size of a closet), and Snitch was getting booted for good?
"You're still angsting about it," Mayfly chided, lazily tossing a half-eaten bagel at Swifty's head.
"I'm not angsting about anything."
"Bullshit," Chaser replied cheerily. "For the last time, nobody blames you. Except Itey."
"You damn well better believe I blame him. If that little twink would've squealed on me... I'll leave it to your imagination."
"What were you gonna do, tie him to your bed and zap him to death?" Race muttered sarcastically. "Or is your taser running low on batteries?"
I snickered to myself as Itey glared at the world.
"Hey, guys."
The entire room turned towards the source of the voice.
Snitch was standing in the doorway, clutching a suitcase. He was dressed in jeans, a black shirt, and (of all things!) a letterman jacket. And, of course, his ever-present backwards cap. He smiled sadly and waved.
"We're gonna miss you, Snitch," Speed said quietly. He nodded and bit his lip.
"I'm gonna miss you, too. All of you."
"This is bullshit!" Heels snarled suddenly. She slammed her spoon down on the table and stood up.
"What's bullshit?"
"Everything! Medda, Davey, Snitch getting kicked out, this whole fucking program is bullshit!" She glared at us all in turn. "And I'm sick of sitting here and pretending that it's working! It's not! It never has! It never will! I've been wanting to say something since the first day, but I've managed to keep my mouth shut. But now, I'm losing a friend. Someone that I really consider a fucking friend, all because of this bullshit! And I can't fucking take it any more!"
"Rafferty!" Medda snapped from her own table. "Rafferty, sit down immediately, or you'll be joining Damien!" Heels whirled to face Medda, fire flashing in her blue eyes.
"You think I fucking care, you Nazi?! Kick me out! See if I give a flying fuck!"
"Heels, no!" Mandy cried, horrified.
"Fine. You're out, Rafferty. Pack your things."
Heels smiled in grim satisfaction as our jaws dropped.
"Heels, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" I heard myself yell. She smirked at me.
"I'm doing exactly what I've wanted to do since I got here." She leaped onto the table, kicking various plates and glasses out of her way. "Fuck you!" she shrieked, pointing at Davey. "Fuck you!" she yelled again, this time pointing at Mush. "You're cool," she said to Ireland. "And, most of all," she began, glaring at Medda, "FUCK! YOU!" With that, she leaped down from the table and started towards the girls' dorms, leaving us all in stunned silence. "Oh," she said, smiling evilly. "One more thing..." Without the slightest warning, she marched over to the table, leaned over, and kissed Mandy full on the mouth.
As she stormed away, I felt the urge to clap.
We finished our breakfast silently, save for Mandy who just sort of sat there, looking like she'd seen a ghost. Medda fumed, Davey looked worried, Ireland fought to keep from smiling, and Mush just looked confused.
After breakfast, we started Step Four: Demystifying the Opposite Sex. This, apparently, involves sitting the boys down in one room, the girls in another, and then having us both watch porn.
I shit you not.
So, there I was, squished in between Race and Bumlets on one of the tiny benches in the Viewing Room on the second floor of the V.I.P Dorm watching as Davey projected various images of naked women onto the screen in front of.
I sighed and stared at the ceiling. Life, basically, sucked. Two of my friends were gone (yes, I considered Heels my friend), and Skittery was going to be living in hell for the following week. Plus, I wasn't any closer to getting out of this place than I was a month ago, and my body was not reacting well to the fact that the object of my affections was pressed against my left side.
Speak of the devil...
Race muttered irritably under his breath and shifted positions so that his arms were crossed.
A few seconds later, I felt something gently brush up against my left arm. I glanced down and saw that Race was softly tracing patterns on my arm with his fingers.
I swallowed as I pretended not to notice while, simultaneously, my inner self shrieked with joy.
Okay, so maybe life didn't suck quite as horribly as I thought it did...
End Chapter Five
Not exactly satisfied with the ending, but what can you do? *shrugged* That's the way it happens in the movie! ^_^;;; Anyway! I've decided to put "As the Curtain Falls" on hold for a bit until I finish this fic, which really shouldn't be that much longer. *cackles* The really good stuff starts happening next chapter. It's gonna be a blast. AND WE'RE GONNA BREAK A HUNDRED! YEEEEEAH! *dances* Anyway! Onto the shout-outs!
Aguachica: *giggles* I was pretty proud of that part. In the movie, it's even funnier. Megan and Grahm (Blink and Race) are working with plastic babies and trying to change diapers (and the babies actually pee). They end up fighting over a diaper, screw up, and end up squirting Mary (Medda) with fake, purple baby pee. *cackles madly* Anyway! Thanks SO much for reviewing, and I'm glad you like the ficcie! *beams*
Shakes: Yesh, I'm gonna need to put ATCF on hold... just for a bit! *runs and hides* YAY, GRUDGES! ... wait... *frowns* *beams* *shrugs* Tanytway! WHEE! YOU LIKE! YAY! *huggles* But I will continue working on ATCF in between this and the loverly ficcie that I'm co-writing with the Great and Powerful Lutells (*cough*shamelessplug*cough*). Tankies for giving BIAP a chance! XD Oh, and Mafia's a card game. ^_^ I'll send you the rules if you like! *huggles again*
Artemis-chan: Yush, Blink's dad is such a poo. *pouts* Isn't Skittery's family FABOO? He and Mush have the best ones, but I couldn't use Mushee's family in this one, since he was supposed to be vaguely related to Medda... *shrugs and beams* Anyway! *gasps* YOU WENT TO THE MT PANELS?! *gasps again* *worships Fred Gallagher* I'm DYING for them to come to Numa Rei-No Con here in Louisiana. I ADORE MT! *cuddles her Dom plushie* Football needs to be slapped. *glares* I've never seen the point in it. But, that's another story. *sheepish smile* *glomps* I HEART YOU MORE!
Anne: EEEEP! *huggles tightly* You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that my lowly, little ficcie can make someone's day. Seriously. It just makes me... well, uber-happy. XDDD RACE/BLINK KICKS ASS! *giggles and dances* As you can see, I changed it up a bit to add in the part about Heels. ^_^ Dolph and Megan's little revolution is gonna grow a tad... *cackles* Have you ever noticed that Dolph's, "I'm doing this for you, not for Clayton" line makes him sound like he's from Brooklyn? It amuses me. But, anyway! SO GLAD YOU LIKE! GAH! *glomps* And Diabetic!Specs is quite adorable! *beams* Sankyuu for reviewing!
Gothic Author: Okay, the fact that you like my story makes me giggle with mirth and delight, because YOU, my dear, are a fabulous writer. I'm sure I've mentioned that before, though. And if I haven't, shame on me. ^_^ But, anyway... there's nothing wrong with being a complete and utter fangirl! It's admirable! *waves Gothic Author flags* YAAAAAAY! I GET A SEAL OF APPROVAL! *runs around, shrieking like a two-year-old* Thanks SO much for the review!
The Jack Loving Misfit: YAY, NON-DANCERS! *high fives* I am an absolutely HORRIBLE dancer. Seriously. My dancing makes people want to cry, laugh, and vomit all at the same time. Anyway. Back to the story. *pops head with pin* *blushes* Thank you... I dunno how to deal with compliments very well. ^_^;;; But thank you! UBER-thank you! *grins* And tankies for the loverly review!
Aura: MEEP! CLEA DUVALL ROCKS MY WORLD! Why does she always play a lesbian? *shrugs* Ah, well, she's a good lesbian. *grins* Oooooh, yeah... that's next chapter. *cackles* I have big plans for that bar. *evil grin* YAY, PERKINESS! Well, sankyuu for reviewing! ^____^
Pyromaniacal Llama (Flare): I love long fics, too! I can't seem to write short ones. *shrugs and smiles sheepishly* I get all these ideas that I wanna use and they just sorta... keep growing... ^_^;;; PANDAAAA! My replies to your views on the families:
Snitch: *snorts* And you didn't even meet Estelle...
Spot: His mother needs to be slapped. She's also a hypochondriac which you didn't get to see. But Tanya is a doll.
Skittery: His mom and his brother and sister all rock. They're really close, family-wise. I luffle them.
Race: Scary, isn't it? Well, it explains his asshole-iness. ^_____^
*grins* Uber-glad you like it! Gracias for the reviiiiiiiew!
Ireland: *huggles* I had to make Mush stupid in this one. It's part of the character. *sheepish smile* I feel bad about it though. I wasn't bashing Catholics! I'M Catholic! You'd never know it by reading my fics, though, would you? ^_^;;; You and Spot can have a cover marriage. *giggles wildly* Tankies much for reviewing!
Seraph: HOORAY! *many, many hugs* I know... had to put SOME sadness in here, though. It'd be boring if it was all fluff. *beams* Gracias for the review-ness!
Liz: *puts on scary mask* I'M A-GONNA PUT IT IN YA! *grins* Much love, you face. "I'm totally crushin'!" "CHILDREN!"
Nerikla: Blink/Race is SERIOUSLY drool-able, isn't it? *evil grin* Gaaaah... *beams* TANKIES! I'm a very sarcastic person, so most of my writing is as such. ^_^ *giggles* Tankies SO much for reviewing!
Glimm: Slash is VERY good. And, yet, there are those who hate it. *sighs and shakes head* How anyone could hate slash is beyond me, but, eh. *shrugs helplessly* Racetrack will go be your baby, won't you, Race? (Racetrack: .... no.) .... ignore him. Anyway! You rock my.... well, I'm not wearing any socks. So, you rock my cow-printed pajama pants to Kyoto, Japan! If that makes any sense at all. *grins and shrugs* Uber-tankiness for the loverly review-age!
Checkmate: *giggles wildly* Glad you like it! SEE?! Told ya you were coming back! *dances in a circle* I was rather proud of my cheetah line; glad to see that you enjoyed it as much as I did! ^____^ Many thanks!
Liams Kitten: *beams brightly* I CAN'T BE SCARED BY INSANITY! BWAHAHAHA-HAAACK! *coughs* Ahem... I don't know why I'm so mean to Itey in this fic... I LOVE Itey. He and Skitts are tied for my second favorite. (Blink: Who's your favorite?) ... *stares* (Blink: .... oh.) Yeah. Anyway! MEEEEEP! Glad you likey! *giggles* Thanks for reviewing!
Stage: STAGEY-LOVE! *flying tackle glomps* Yesh, Snitch's bitchy stepsister needs to be slapped. *pouts* *cackles* I love your little scronking song. *cackles again* I despise soap operas, which is precisely why I made Marcel a soap opera actor. I despise him. *glares* ^^ BUT I LURVE YOU! *tackle glomps again*
Shot Hunter: Yesh, I heart TIAEAIS. *beams and huggles* YAY, RANDOM COLLEGE TALK! *grins wildly* I usually have my IMs off, but I'll say "yo!" if I ever have them on. ^_^ LOVE!
Shortie: I feel bad about making Mush so stupid, I really do. *sniffles* But it's kinda a necessary part of his character. *le sigh* ANYWAY! I know how it feels. You, Miss Shortie, are a faboo author. And you rock. Hard. And short reviews are FUN! *beams* Tankies!
Wand: There's really barely ANY Race/Blink fics out there. In fact, the only other one I can think of was written by Lute... forgot the title... but, anyway! You really like my fic better than the movie? XDDD SANKYUUUUUU! You'd probably like the movie better if Natasha Lyone (Megan) wasn't such an awful actress... *twitches* But, thanks for the LOVERLY review and may many hugs fly your way as well! *beams*
Ginny Jake: *does the Go Skittery dance* Skitts can be hardcore when he wants to. YAY, SKITTS! *glomps Skittery* Much tankiness for reviewing!
Colleen: SNAPS FOR COLLEEN! My homeroom made a Snap Cup, and I offerred to make a Slap Cup. Bridget's in my homeroom, and we both died laughing while everyone else stared at us. But, anyway... I MISS YOU GUYS! *sobs and hugs* But, anyway. Thanks for the review. Much heart-age, Colleeny-beenie.
Demon: *huge grin* YOU LIKE! YEEEES! *does a victory dance* Sorry, I'm such a loser. I get so excited when people say that they like my fics. ^_^;;; Anyway... back to the subject. I've read "Outkasts." It's probably my favorite Newsies fic ever. Lute is my GODDESS! AND SHE KNOWS IT! *shakes fist in Lute's general direction* Ahem! Thank you so, SO much for the absolutely LOVERLY review!
Person: Oh, erm... thanks, whoever you are! ^_^;;;
geometrygal: I ADORE Race/Blink. And I'm Catholic myself! ^_^;;; YAY, CATHOLICS! Tankies for reviewing!
Thistle: YAY! Okay, I'm definitely uber-glad that you're reading this because I luffle your fics! A lot! *grins widely* Oh, and Jack will be in this... later... *evil cackle* I'm so mean to Medda and Mush, which I feel bad about because I like them. Mean to Davey, too, but I'm always mean to Davey. ^_^ UBER-thanks for the review!
hilaRyB: Have I mentioned that you're my favorite reviewer? Seriously. The highlight of my day is reading your review. Oh, and I'm gonna steal SweetGoth!Dutchy. Seriously. I've got a nice little box and everything. *evil cackle* Anyway. You already know what I think of your fics ("Vaudeville!" *convulses with love*), so we'll skip that. ^^ Here to accept your proposal are BIAP's official muses, UberGoth!Itey-Muse and Pantless!Blink-Muse!
UG!IM: *glares*
P!BM: ... I'm cold.
*pokes* Get on with it!
UG!IM: *sighs* *rolls eyes* Hilary, we, the musies of the freak called Sita, do hereby accept your proposal on behalf of the story, "But I'm a Prep!"
P!BM: Damn. That sounded professional.
UG!IM: I'm reading off the prompter, moron.
P!BM: *rolls eyes* *pulls out a ring made of used chewing gum, shoelaces, and a strand of Paul McCartney's hair* Enjoy.
*grins* The honeymoon's up to you, dearie! And many thanks for the review!
H.W.O: RENT IS GOD! *dies* But it looks as though you're... pretty busy (understatement), so I'll make this short. MUCH LOVE! *tackle glomps*
Twitch: *dodges potato* Oh, go away! *cries* NO LOVE FOR YOU! ... okay, love for you. ^_^ You know I HAD to make Mush a moron - it's Rock's character! And, yesh, that's my mom. ^^ AND I'LL BE MEAN TO DAVEY IF I WANT! *sticks out tongue* *beams* Much love, dearie.
J-Sparrow: LOVE! *tackle glomps* I heart you, you know that? COMING TO SF IN A MONTH, WOO! XDDD Anyway. Sankyuu for the loverly review! *giggles*
Q: ... about how I love your reviews. Okay, you and Hilary are officially tied for my favorite reviewers of all time. *grins* LOST BOYS, YEEEEEEAH! I luffle you. A lot. *many many glomps*
The Omniscient Bookseller: MEEP! SO glad you like it! XDDD Unfortunately, I don't think there's any way I can possibly fit in more characters... *cries* But if that changes, I'll be sure to tell you! *many hugs* Thank you SO much for the review!
Janel/Speed/Yoko/FACE: *flying tackle glomps* It's a-okay! Take your time, dearie! ^^ And sankyuu! I was so proud of my one little first-place award. *giggles* I love you. You know that, right? I love you like a FAT KID LOVES CAKE! *flying tackle glomps again*
That's all for me, kids. *grins* Know what makes me really happy? REVIEEEEEEWS! And a major shout-out to reviewer number 100! *bounces away*