Heeeeeeey, kids! *does a little jig* Da Sita is here with the newest chapter of BIAP. WOO, BIAP. Or not. -_- Anyway! I think you guys are gonna like this chapter. If it comes out the way I want it to, you will. Especially if you're all perverts like me! *grins* Which brings me to the following important announcement.
#The chapter of "But I'm a Prep!" that you're about to read contains sex between two boys... kinda (*pauses for wild cheers from other rabid slashy perverts like her*). Not graphic sex, but sex nonetheless. Sorta. *ponders* I kinda have to stop right before it gets good. I'm keeping it as clean as I can, kids; the last thing I need is for FF.net to have a hissy fit. So, please, don't report me; it's not even really sex! I think... oh, just read it! *head explodes* No likey, no looky, okie-dokey?#
Disclaimer: This is Sita. This is Sita with no money. This is Sita really, really wishing that she owned Newsies. This is Sita not owning Newsies. Cry, Sita, cry. *beatnik snaps*
Warnings: SEX, slash, language
But I'm a Prep!
Chapter Eight
"Welcome to the Final Test!"
"Please leave all opinions at the door," Spot muttered, leaning back in his chair and daintily crossing his legs. I snickered as Medda and Davey shot death glares at me.
"If you two are quite finished... thank you." Medda turned her attention back towards the group. Stupid bitch. "The Test will have a physical portion followed by a written section. If you've been paying attention, this should be no problem. Your score on this Test will determine whether or not you remain at True Directions." She smiled brightly. "Boys, go with David. Girls, come with me." With that, the girls trudged off after everyone's favorite Nazi, humming the "Funeral March" and pretending to sob loudly.
"PIGGY BACK!" Spot shrieked, rushing forward and leaping on to my back.
"OOF!"
"Carry me, Blinkykins!" Racetrack snickered uncontrollably as I reluctantly followed Mr. Booty Shorts towards the football field with a very small, very gay boy on my back.
"Can you never call me 'Blinkykins' again?"
"I think it suits you."
"Thanks, Race."
"I'm gonna diiiie," Spot sang cheerily. "I, Paul Spencer 'Spot' Conlon, being of sound mind-"
"Your middle name is Spencer?"
"Can it, Higgins."
"Whatever you say, Spencer."
"I do hereby bequeath all my earthly possessions to the following," Spot continued solemnly, completely ignoring my laughing boyfriend. "To my grandmother, I leave all of my money. To my boyfriend, Jack Kelly, I leave my sex toys."
"Too much info there, Conlon."
"To my mother, I leave absolutely nothing, the stupid bitch. To one, Isaac 'Kid Blink' Cliffton, and one, Dean 'Racetrack' Higgins, I leave all forms of lubrication that I am in ownership of, because I'll be damned if you two aren't gonna need a lot of it. And soon."
"SHUT UP!"
"Awwww, da wittle babies are turning reeeed!"
"You were the one who was about to whip out Little Spotty at the bar on Saturday!"
"'LITTLE SPOTTY?!' Where the HELL did you get the name 'Little Spotty?!'"
"Take a look at the field, men!" David yelled. We abandoned our amusing antics in favor of studying the football field. An old car sat near us with a box of tools placed neatly beside it. At the opposite end of the field stood a pile of wood and an ax. And in the very center of the lawn were balls. A lot of them.
David liked balls. Heheheh...
And you know you've been hanging around Spot too long when...
"Here's what's gonna happen," David called, clapping his hands together. "You guys will split up into pairs. Two of you will perform various procedures on the car, two of you will chop some wood, and four of you will practice identifying and playing with the balls. Then, you'll rotate. So, grab a partner, and let's get started!"
Race poked me in the side and smiled.
"Wanna be my partner?"
"I dunno... God forbid we compromise our heterosexuality."
His smile faded and was replaced with a rather adorable confused expression. However, before I could throw him to the floor and tear his clothes off, it disappeared.
"You're mad about the whole acting straight thing, aren't you?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, but it's okay. I'll be your partner."
"I'm sorry." I blinked.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. And remember how that word sounds, because I don't apologize often." It was my turn to smile at him, even though he insisted on staring straight forward and looking grumpy as we walked.
I vaguely noted that Swifty was stuck with Itey. Poor guy.
"All right, boys!" David crowed in a vain attempt to sound manly. "Kent and Ewan, take the wood. Roger and Benny, you've got the car. So that leaves me with... Paul, Jared, Isaac, and Dean."
You know, I'm actually starting to hate my name.
"You guys have one hour to complete all three tasks. Get ready... get set... go!"
I jogged towards the pile of balls feeling an awful lot like a lemming running over the side of a cliff.
*~*~*
Hot. Tired. Sweaty. Annoyed.
Those are just a few of the nicer words that described me as I fiddled with the underside of the stupid, blue car.
"I've never changed a tire in my life," I muttered as I poked vainly at the flat tire. "Race, hand me that... that thingie that lifts the car up. The jack!"
"What about Jack?!"
"Keep it moving, Conlon," Skittery said as he dragged Spot back towards the wood pile. I rolled my eyes and grinned.
"Race, did you find the jack?" I yelled. "... Race?" Frowning, I rolled out from under the car. "You okay?"
His eyes were huge. I mean, huge. It didn't look like he'd blinked in a long time. And, to top it all off, he was staring directly at my crotch.
"Ten minutes, guys!"
Race snapped out of his little trance and shot a dirty look at David before poking through the various tools.
"Here," he said, dragging the car jack closer to the hunk of junk that I was positioned under. "You want me to jack you?"
I smacked my head on the underside of the car. "WHAT?!"
"IT! IT! I meant it!" I fought back a series of potentially girlish giggles as Racetrack set up the car jack with a slightly evil grin on his face. A few seconds later, I felt his breath on my ear. "But you know..." he whispered. "I think that fucking around with you would be a lot more fun than fucking around with this stupid car."
My face then proceeded to burn faster than a Christmas tree on New Year's Eve.
He laughed softly before slipping under the car.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he replied innocently. "Just wanna help." He reached over to toy with some nonexistent problem after deeming it necessary to climb halfway on top of me to get there.
Not that it bothered me, mind you...
"Careful," I warned quietly, gesturing to David.
"This acting straight thing is driving me nuts," Race muttered, crawling up my body at an agonizingly slow rate until we were face to face.
Must... keep... self-control...
"It was your idea," I replied. He grinned down at me.
"I know, and that's the worst part. But I just want you to know that I am extremely close to saying 'to hell with TD' and fucking your brains out right here." I started to laugh until I actually looked into his eyes. Everything about him - his eyes, his expression, everything - told me that he wasn't joking in the slightest.
And you know what?
I felt pretty much the same way. But it wasn't gonna happen in broad daylight during a heterosexuality test, as amusing and ironic as that would be.
"Not here. Not now."
"I know." I smiled and leaned up to give him a sweet, innocent, little kiss.
Well, it didn't stay sweet and innocent for long. As a matter of fact, a few seconds later, it had evolved into a full-blown make-out session, complete with groping. Lots of it.
"Time's up!" Racetrack swore loudly in Italian. You know, I really need to learn Italian so I can figure out what the hell he's yelling about.
"Let's go before we get caught."
"We never did change the tire," I commented.
"Do you care?"
"No." He grinned and slipped out from under the car. I followed him after straightening my clothes a bit.
"Looks like you had fun," Spot commented breezily, prancing along.
"You were watching?"
"Mmmm... maybe just a little." I raised an eyebrow. "Okay, yes. Hey, pretty boys making out? I'm there!"
"Thanks, Spot."
"Any time, Blink."
*~*~*
You know, Medda has a really weird effect on people.
We just sorta sat around in a semi-circle and chatted for a while. That's it. We were normal kids hanging out. Talking, laughing, teasing one another. Being normal. Forgetting why we were there just for a few seconds.
Then, Medda stepped in front of us with a blinding smile and a clipboard, and suddenly, we were back to reality.
And reality was not a pretty place for us.
"All right, children!" she called. "I've determined your scores after reading all of your essays!" I winced at the memory of the topic: My Root and How It Prevents Me from Heterosexual Loving. "Let me start with the girls. First of all I'd like to say how proud I am of all of you. You excelled greatly. Especially you, Rebecca. I was very proud of your dishwashing skills." Stage flashed her a big, fake grin. "All of you passed! Congratulations!" She flipped a page on the clipboard and started to read. "Now, for the boys. David said that you did a wonderful job. There were a few problems, but, overall, you did a good job. So, I'm passing all... but one of you."
I blinked as Medda pause, probably for dramatic effect.
"Paul."
My eye widened, and my blood froze in my veins. Absolutely froze. As if on cue, everyone turned slowly to face Spot. I'd expected him to look surprised or upset or at least pissed off, but his grey-blue eyes were totally blank.
Medda smiled triumphantly. "You may pack your things."
Spot smiled bitterly and stood up. He started to walk off, but he seemed to change his mind halfway through. "I have something to say."
"Go, Paul."
"No," Spot replied firmly. "Not yet." All traces of laughter were totally gone. It was the first time I'd ever seen him act seriously. And, to tell you the truth, it kinda scared me. He walked calmly to the front of the group and just stood there while Medda fumed behind him.
Never in a million years will I forget what he said next.
"You're all liars."
That may not seem like much, but coming from Spot, who rarely had a bad thing to say about anyone who wasn't Medda... it was a shock.
Even more of a shock because I knew he was right.
"You know this shit doesn't work. You know damn good and well. But you keep with it because that's what your parents want or that's what your teachers want or that's what your friends want. Well, this isn't about your parents or your teachers or your friends."
"Paul, I am asking you to leave immediately."
"It's about you," he continued, ignoring Medda completely. "Sure, you're appeasing everyone now by going to this little concentration camp, but what happens next? Are you just gonna keep doing what everyone else wants you to do? Are you gonna live your life for other people?
"Paul Conlon, get the hell off of this property now!"
"Gladly, bitch!" he snarled. "Just remember what I said," he stated quietly to the rest of us. "I don't want the world to call you all a bunch of hypocrites fifteen years from now."
With that, he walked calmly towards the dorms. He didn't skip. He didn't prance. He didn't do any of the little random dances that he usually did. He just... walked. It gave him a weird kind of dignity. It reminded me of that guy in A Tale of Two Cities going to his execution. I half-expected him to turn around and start reciting the "'tis a far, far better thing" speech.
Medda smiled brightly, but it was obvious that what Spot had said had affected us all. And it was obvious that she was pissed about it.
"Well, there's cake by the picnic tables for everyone else! Great job today!" She forced one more smile before clopping off towards the V.I.P dorm in her pink high heels.
"For once in my life, I really don't feel like eating," Mayfly said quietly.
"Me neither," Speed agreed.
"I'm just gonna head back to the dorm," Bumlets added softly.
"I'll go, too," I offered. About half of us started to head towards the dorm. The other half just kinda sat there. No one moved towards the picnic tables.
I guess Racetrack and Skittery decided not to come back, because I was the only one who walked into the first floor dorm. So, I was the only one who saw Spot leave.
He looked up, surprised, when I walked in the room. He had changed into a pair of jeans and a Sex Pistols shirt and was hunched over a suitcase.
"Blink..." he said quietly.
"You're right, you know."
"About what?"
"About how we're all liars." Spot gave me a half smile and continued to place his clothes in the suitcase.
"I sorta regret saying that," he said as he placed one of True Directions's towels into his suitcase. "I mean, some of you really do have your reasons."
"I don't."
"Bullshit. Yes, you do," he replied sharply. "If my father... well, if my father was alive and threatened to disown me, I'd stay, too."
I gave him a tiny smile and leaned against the door frame.
"Where are you going now?"
"With Jack. He wants to go to Santa Fe and open a restaurant." He grinned weakly. "You know, like the song? Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe," he sang softly.
"With a private corner banquette in the back," I chimed in. Spot's smile grew brighter.
"You know RENT? Good. Maybe you're not a total failure as a gay man."
"Thanks." His smile faded. For a few seconds, he just stared at me with his head cocked to the side.
"Do you know how amazing you are?"
I blinked.
"What?" He smiled.
"Have you ever read The Perks of Being a Wallflower?"
"Can't say that I have."
"The main character is a boy named Charlie. He sees the world in the most honest, most innocent way possible. It's practically impossible to do that nowadays. But you... that's how you see everything: with complete honesty. I'm not saying that you don't see the problems in the world, and I'm not saying that you're naive. I'm just saying that you see the world exactly how it is." His smile turned a bit sad, and he shook his head. "Racetrack is a damn lucky bastard," he said quietly.
Spot was halfway out the door, suitcase in hand, before I realized what he meant.
"Spot." He turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Are you saying that you... you, er..."
"Like you? Have a crush on you? Desperately want to fuck you? Yeah, all those work."
I blushed. "Oh."
His old grin suddenly came back full force. "Hey, now, don't let it go to your head. Arrogance doesn't suit you." He waved cheerily. "I'll see you around, Blink." He flashed me a peace sign and walked out the door without another word.
I stood in shock for a few seconds. Then, I sat on my bed and thought about three things:
One: Spot Conlon had a crush on me.
Two: Spot Conlon was gone.
Three: How does an "honest" view of the world differ from a normal view of the world?
Then my head started to hurt, so I stopped thinking altogether.
*~*~*
Skittery left that night after Medda's midnight check.
"I need to take a fucking walk before I kill something," he'd said.
So that left me and Race. Alone.
You know, we both knew that once Skitts left, stuff was gonna happen. But, we both pretended that we didn't.
We spent about a half an hour just staring at each other.
Finally, he sat up in his bed and pushed the blankets down. He sort of sat there for a few minutes, just looking at me. Then, the corner of his mouth quirked up into an incredibly sexy half-smile.
I shot one back at him and nodded.
Without a word Race crept out of his bed and walked over to mine. I sat up when he reached the side of the bed, but he immediately pushed me back down again. Then, he jumped up and straddled my stomach.
My breath caught in my throat when he lowered his face to mine.
"Do you wanna do this?" he whispered.
It was a legitimate question. For the past half hour, I'd been asking myself the same thing. But I was pretty sure that there was no turning back.
So I swallowed the lump in my throat as well as I could and nodded.
He kissed me immediately. But it wasn't like all of our other kisses, which had been rushed and frantic and hurried. This one was slower, sweeter, gentler, more intense. Racetrack was showing me a side of him that I was pretty sure he didn't show to many people. He really was moving out of the "asshole Italian" stage.
So I closed my eyes when I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. And he didn't start getting fast and frantic like I thought he would. He kept moving slowly, probably because he knew I'd never done this before.
"You sure you don't want to stop?" he murmured quickly before instantly reattaching our lips. I laughed softly into his mouth.
"You trying to back out on me?" He grinned down at me.
"Never."
I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back down again. After a few more minutes of just kissing, he pulled away. Just a few inches.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, panting.
"Let's do this."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure, Race! For God's sake, fuck me!"
"If you insist." He presented me with another mind-numbing, explosive, fuckin' incredible kiss, and I felt like I was melting. That boy can kiss. He laughed quietly and somehow managed to get my shirt as well as his off while simultaneously whispering all the things he was planning on doing to me in my ear.
On top of the overpowering blush that was spreading across the entire upper half of my body, I let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a moan when he started kissing his way down my bare chest. He snickered quietly and rested his chin on my stomach before glancing up at me.
"Carino."
"Huh?"
"Cute."
"Oh." I proceeded to blush further which only made him laugh more. Not that I was complaining. He was damn sexy when he laughed like that, all quiet with his head tilted to the side...
Quite suddenly, his lips were back on mine. I moaned softly as one of his hands tangled itself in my hair and the other started to slither down my pants. He shuddered when I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Do that again." I opened my eyes and stared up into his. They were completely glazed over.
"Do what?"
"Make that sound."
"I don't remem-" He kissed me again, breathlessly, and I heard myself moan again.
"God, that is so fucking hot," he whispered, pressing his lips roughly to mine.
That's about as much as I can tell you of what happened that night. We did things that... well, young kids really shouldn't hear about. But I felt... different that night. I'd never felt that way before. It was like I was totally complete. For once in my life, I'd felt like everything had come together. Once we'd finished and we were lying in my bed, sprawled across one another with our fingers linked, I told him that. He laughed at first.
"I'm serious," I insisted. "This was... I didn't think I could every feel like this. I didn't know this kind of feeling even existed. ... well, I did, but only from what Zooey would tell me."
He blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, she'd always tell me that she felt total complete and that everything was right when... well, when she was cheerleading."
"Oh, come on."
"I know, that's what I said! But I guess... I dunno. Maybe she really loved it. Maybe you can only get this kind of feeling when you're doing something that you really love."
We just stared at each other for a bit after that comment.
"So... what do you love? Just the sex or..." He swallowed and looked away.
"I doubt it's the sex, Race." He glanced sharply back up at me, a tinge of red on his cheeks.
We smiled at each other.
"I think I'd like to see you as a cheerleader," he mused, brushing his fingers lazily across my arm.
"That was random."
"Come on, Blink! I think it'd be cute!" I rolled my eyes and grinned. Race quickly and suddenly closed the distance between us to give me a kiss that took my breath away. "Medda should be coming in soon to check on us. I better get back to my bed." I nodded.
"G'night."
"Buona notte," he replied before giving me one final kiss. We both hurriedly tugged our clothes back on and laid down facing away from one another.
I fell asleep with Race's question echoing through my brain:
"So... what do you love?"
End Chapter Eight
I actually... almost... sorta, kinda... like this chapter! *gasp* Mostly just the car part. And I'm a bit proud of myself for writing kinda-sex, as I'm calling it. Next chapter: complications ensue! *grins* We're gonna break two hundred next chapter! GAAAAH! *dies* Pictures of exactly what happened that night between Race and Blink to reviewer number 200! And many thanks to mah loverly reviewers for last chappie!
gypsy-morrigan: I know, it was actually quite hard for me to write that. I wanted to cry. And it makes me sad that in the movie, the kids actually go along with it. ;_; *cries* Step Five is... well... interesting... *smiles nervously* Can't tell you what it is, though, that'd be CHEATING! You should definitely rent the movie. It's so frickin' FUNNY! *dies* *beams* But, sankyuu muchly for the review! *huggles*
J-Sparrow: *giggles* Burning chickens are funny! And so are you, my fellow otaku, RENT-freak, and newsiephile. *tackle glomps* I luffle you muchly. GIFTWRAP!BLINK! GAAAAH! *passes out* *quickly repays with a Giftwrap!Swifty-Muse* *glomps again* *passes out again*
Omni: Actually, it makes quite a lot of sense. It's like Olivier on Six Feet Under says: if something is truly good, it should make you sick to your stomach! *beams* I love Olivier, even if he is a selfish, horny, bastard. And you're... well, you're on the right track with Step Five. Not exactly, but they... well, you'll just have to wait and see. *grins evilly* I believe Kloppmans are sold exclusively at Target, but don't quote me on that. And I'll be sad meself when this baby is over. *sniffles* BUT LIFE WILL GO ON! *sobs* *glomps* Tankies SO much for all the loverly reviews, m'dear!
Ravy-wavy: A re-enactment! *puts on a pink blazer and bright red, curly wig* *sews on swastika* *draws on Hitler moustache with Sharpie* *does Nazi walk* ICH BIN EIN BERLINER! Which means, "I am a jelly donut!" *beams* *loves* I hearteth you, Raveykins. *huggles*
Artemis-chan: MEEP! *lovelovelove* Race and Blink are adorable, aren't they? I'VE CONVERTED PEOPLE! WOOO! *dances* You'll have to join Blinktrack, the fanclub that Omni spawned! *cackles* I ish vewy, vewy glad that you enjoy the ficcie so much! *beams* Gracias for reviewing!
Tabloid: I shall loan you UG!I-M every now and then, loveykins! *beams brightly* *glompglompglomp* No, you're MY hero! *nods defiantly* *huggles* *luffs the Tab*
Shot: Aw, glad ya liked it! *beams brightly and dances* I don't know why I never like any of my chapters... *shrugs helplessly* Ah, well, no biggie! *giggles* I had mucho fun writing the drumstick scene. *cackles evilly* I'm so mean to Medda... and I actually like her... *shrugs* Well, sankyu muchly for reviewing, Shot-face! *huggles*
Soaker: Eh, no prob, lovey! Better late than never! XD YAY! ANOTHER BIAC CONVERTEE! *giggles and dances in a circle* Glad you like it, and tankies for the review!
Nakaia Aidan-Sun: YAY! *ish happy* Glad you liiiiiiiiked it! *giggles* And good luck on your test! *huggles*
Shakes: Aw, it's more fun when you haven't seen the movie! Element of surprise and whatnot. *dances happily* Medda does suck quite a lot in this fic, doesn't she? I'll have to write her an apology fic. *nods* Don't worry, things will (eventually) clear up for all the couples! ... kinda. Ahem. Let's not worry about that now! *huggles* Much love, dearie!
Holiday: *hughughug* Hiya, Holiday! Sankyuu MUCHLY! *feels all special* I heart everything you write, even though I'm a horrible reviewer! ^_^;;; AND YAY LLAMAS! *hugs many more times* Tankies for the awesome review!
B: *grins wildly* You know, one of these days, I'm doing a giant fic where I leave Mayfly out of the story and reserve Blink for you. Seriously. *nodnodnod* By the way, Twitch sends much love and adoration your way. *grins* I know, I hate that part. I hate the whole chanting thing. -_- But it was necessary to the plot. Your reviews are NEVER bizzarely not interesting, because I luffle you AND your reviews! ^_____^ *glomps* Love for Da B!
Thistle: I know, Blink's dad needs to be slapped. -_- And I feel so bad doing mean things to all the poor boys... *sniffles* But it'll all work out! ... maybe... *shifty eyes* YAY, KLOPPMAN! I should start selling mini-Kloppman dolls... *grins* Anyway, tankies for the luffly review-age!
Fidget: *falls over* YAY, REPETITIVE REVIEWS! *giggles and dances* Anyway, woo! You like? YAY! And that might be you... maaaaaaybe... maaaaaaybe not... not telling! *cackles* SHIRTLESS NEWSIE DOLLS, MEEP! And YAY, FLAMINGLYGAY!SPOT-MUSE! Tell him that I'll loan him P!B-M if he wants... *shifty eyes* *grins* *loves*
Gryffin Parker: *holds an impromptu salon, a la RENT, for BIAP* *sobs* Eh, just kidding! But, hey, I'm jumping right into a new fic once I finish this, AND I'm starting ATCF back up again! So, no worries! And I actually am quite the spaz. ^_^;;; But I'll be sure to send your review over to Pantless!Blink-Muse. Maybe he can buy himself a new pair of tropical boxers with it... *ponders* Anyway! Many, MANY thanks for the review, and much love to you, too! *huggles*
Checkmate: Unfortunately, I had to get Spot out. *sniffles* I didn't want to, believe me. ^_^;;; Next chapter... well, things are just gonna go downhill from here. But I can't say any more. *shifty eyes* Muchas gracias for reviewing, dearie! *beams*
Aura: *feels all special, even though she speaks Spanish* TE QUIERO, TAMBIEN! *blushes* *feels really, really frickin' special* Thank you SO MUCH. Really. That's a really frickin' awesome compliment, even though it's not true. *love-age*
Ireland: Yes, I have a Pantless!Blink-Muse, compliments of Tabloid. ^_^ He and UberGoth!Itey-Muse are BIAP's official muses. I luffle them so! XD Anyway... YES! I SUCCESSFULLY MADE EVERYONE HATE BLINK'S DAD! *dances gleefully* That's exactly what I was going for! *beams and huggles* Everyone seems to be excited about the Final Test, but it's really Step Five that's gonna be the shocker. *cackles* Anyway, glad you enjoyed the chappie! *lovelovelove*
Colleen: You know, I wanna turn them straight sometimes, too. But you can't fight the inevitable. *hugs* You know I love you. *beams* "So, Dick Cheney was walking on the beach and he saw a chain and then a dolphin jumped out of the water and went, 'EEE, EEE!'" "... so where's the joke?" "That IS the joke!" "... Rachel, you are a moron."
Seraph: *grins* I should pimp out Pantless!Blink-Muse like Jack pimped out Les! Ahem, anyway... yes, Medda is a malicious bitch, and we all hate her. Except not really. ^_^;;; Glad you liked it, lovey, and tankies muchly for the review!
Anne: *flying tackle glomps* LOVE! LOVE! *blushes* Another fabulous, though untrue, compliment. *huggles* YAY! BABY-MAKIN' TIME, WOO! *sighs reluctantly* Fine, fine... the chapter... isn't quite as bad as I previously made it out to be. I like watermelon! ^_^ Much love for thee!
G.V: *flying tackle glomps* LOVELOVELOVELOVE! *giggles* Sankyuu, dearie! YAY, BRACELET! *more love*
Gothic Author: *mucho, mucho love* I really wanted to write that in just for the hell of it, but I would have kept going and going and never gotten Skittery's sorry ass in there. DAMMIT, SKITTS, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! (Skittery: I'M SORRY! *runs away crying*) ... oops. Let's pretend that didn't happen. Anyway! I KNOW! Stupid boys! I guess even gay ones have that "macho" complex. Most of them, anyway. *shrugs and grins* *wipes away a nostalgic tear* Meeeeeemoriiiiiiiies... *tackle glomps* Who loves the G.A? That'd be DA SITA! *glompglompglomp*
Emily: *beams brightly* Yay for feeling warm and fuzzy! *sighs dreamily* That's such a good feeling... *giggles* They are SO friggin' adorable! *dances* I heart those two. Anyway, many, many thanks for the loverly review!
Marigold: There are so few Blink/Race fics out there... it makes me sad... *sniffles* The only other two I know of are written by Lute, so check those out if you particularly like the pairing. *beams* LATINO!SPOT IS SACRED! *glomps him* I heart him quite a lot, and I ish glad that you likey the ficcie! *beam-age* Sankyuu for reviewing!
wand: *grins sheepishly* Can't help it, I'm a perfectionist! But yay for you liking it! ^____^ Yeah, it annoys me when people just copy the movie word for word. Besides, I had to change it up to accomodated the ten million people in this damn thing. .O ATCF is gonna be even worse... *groans* Ah, well, I'll deal! *cackles* *snaps fingers* You've got a deal! *makes mental note: one Snitch/Skitts piece per self-criticism* Tankies muchly for the review-age!
imaginelet: MEEP! You like, yay! I actually like writing this fic, which is rare for me. I never like writing ANY of my fics. ^_^;;; Well, they start getting tedious near the end, and it hasn't happened with this. Anyway... WOO! GO BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER! And go you for reviewing! *huggles*
Janelicious: *backs slowly away* Down, girl, down... we all know that FF.net sucks. *beams* But glad you like it, dearie. And I, too, want to throw drumsticks at someone. Not Medda in particular, just someone. 'Cause I think it would be cool. Anyway. I love you. A lot. And you know that. *flying burning swimming floating other such words tackl glomps*
Liams Kitten: WELCOME TO THE NML! XDDDDD Ahem, on to the review-age! I don't think I want this to end... yet, at the same time, I do.... *sniffles* Yesh, Mary = Medda. It's frightening. I adore that movie mucho. *cackles* AWWWW! Don't hurt your Dutchy!Muse! *huggles the Dutchy!Muse* He just wants to have a little fun! *runs around yelling "BIAP" with D!Muse* *grins* LOVELOVELOVELOOOOOOVE!
Layne-chan: Eventually, yes, I shall continue them! *beams* ... hopefully. ^_^;;; And I love you, too, Layne-face! *glomps* YOU MUST SEE NEWSIES FOR IT IS FABULOUS! *lovelovelove* I miss hearing from you, though! *more love*
Well, guys, that's the end for this chappie! Let me know what you thought! Did you think before you read the chapter, "Oh, so and so will get kicked out?" Were you right? If not, who did you think would get booted? Just curious. *beams* Oh, and is the semi-sex horrible? It's not even really semi-sex, just really strong allusions to it. ^_^ Anyway! *announcer voice* Things get rough for the TD boys next time on... BUT I'M A PREP! *sings to the tune of the "Thundercats" theme song* BIAP, BIAP, BIAP, BIIIIIAP! *a la Lionel* Slashiness! HOOOO-OOOOO! (I really hope someone knows what I'm talking about here...) Anyway! Reviews would be LOVERLY! *glomps all*