"Welcome to Beef Barn"
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I own nothing mentioned in this story.
Warnings: Slash (Skittery/Snitch and probably Dutchy/Specs), language, talk of beef.
Chapter dedication: To Andy, Richard, Nate, Sammy, Jeffy, and probably even Court. Cuz I'm using your names for the characters and I feel like I should dedicate something to you before you patent yourselves.
On with the show!
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I walked into the empty restaurant and plopped down onto a stool. It had been a long day and as odd as it sounds, I was looking forward to relaxing at work all night. I looked over to where my co-worker was staring at me like I'd grown two heads and nodded. "Heya, Specs."
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Good to see you, too." I looked up at the clock. "It's 8:45, dude, what the hell do you think I'm doing here? Looking for a snack? Pssh."
"I just didn't know you were working tonight. You're always off on Fridays."
I raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't explain why you're surprised I'm here on a Sunday."
"But you're off on Fridays."
Sighing, I rubbed my hand over my face. "It's Sunday, Specs. Yesterday was Saturday, which makes tomorrow Monday…and that, by the way, is my day off. Friday is your day off."
Specs scrunched up his face as he wiped down a table. "I thought my day off was Monday?"
"Oh my—" I wasn't in the best of moods and had to cut myself off before I said anything mean. Specs was not only one of my best friends, but he was also a really decent guy. Just because he was a little…well, dim at times, didn't mean I should take my bad mood out on him. "Nope."
"Oh, cool. Boss-man hired a new drive-thru girl today. She starts tomorrow, thank God. Today was quite enough for me." He grinned at me brightly.
"Great."
"Yep." He took off his straw hat and made his way to sit down on a stool next to me. "Some guy asked about you today."
I froze. "Ehooah?" Yeah…the guy wasn't even there and my intelligence level was already down to that of a houseplant.
"What?" Specs gave me a look of confusion before waving off my idiocy. "He came by the drive-thru and after I gave him his change, he asked if I knew you."
I blinked. Cuz I'm cool and can remember to do stuff like that. Yep. "What'd you say?"
He shrugged and pushed his glasses up with his index finger. "I told him I've known you since we were three. He asked if you were back on the nightshift and I told him you were. Then he thanked me and left."
"You're kidding!" I was beaming by this point. Maybe this wasn't such a bad day. After all, a really hot guy did think about me at least once. "Hey, how'd he say it? Do you think he sounded like he might want to see me again? And he wanted to know where to find me?"
Specs smirked and leaned back onto the table. "You got the hots for this guy, huh?"
"Well, what the hell gave that away?" I asked sarcastically. He shrugged again.
"He seemed into you, too, dude. He a good guy?"
"Sure he is. He's perfect." Specs raised a skeptical eyebrow at me.
"Perfect?"
I nodded. "Yep. He is, he really is." I smirked for a second. "Except for the whole wanting to eat here and all."
Specs barely even blinked at that. "Hey, that just means that he's got a stomach of steel, right?"
I thought for a second. "Hm. You're right. Steel. Wait, stomach of steel is something people want! They have videos out for that. So that's perfect, right?"
"No, that's abs of steel. Stomach of steel just means he can eat anything." He glanced at me as he stood and walked to stand behind the counter. "And with the way you cook…well, I suppose that does make him perfect for you, Snitch."
"Hey, I can cook as much as I need to in this wonderful world of macaroni and Pasta Bake. And you've got the entire city calling me that now, y'know."
He grinned. "So?"
"So, stop calling me that, you dork."
"Stop stealing shit, you thief."
I stuck my tongue out at him. Normally I would've stuck out a finger, too, but I was feeling nice all of sudden.
"Okay, what's Mr. Perfect's name?"
"Hell, I don't know. I'll find out soon, though, don't you think? Cuz it seemed like he might've been trying to figure out when I work, right? Didn't it? Maybe he's gonna show up here tonight or, or sometime soon? Do you think he will? He will, I know he will. God, I hope I can function this time. He wants me, I could see it in his eyes yesterday!" I sighed and yes, it probably could have been described as a dreamy sigh. "Speaking of his eyes, did you look into them? Weren't they just…perfect?"
Okay, so I was gushing. I'd been in need of a good gush since I'd first seen this guy, okay? Give me a break here.
Specs laughed and threw a stray packet of ketchup at me. "You're a girl."
"Well, that was sexist. What would your mom say if she heard you say that?"
"She'd say you'd look prettier if you accentuated your eyes more."
I sighed. "I'm not a girl. I just—dude, he was beautiful. Sexy dark hair, sexy brown eyes, sexy grin…you saw him, you know! He was perfect, and his imperfections just made him more perfect. Hey," I sat up straight and looked at Specs. "Do you think if he comes back I should give him my number? Do you think he'd call? Ooh, if he comes back when I'm off, will you give it to him? Wait, find out if he likes me first, then give it to him…" I trailed off and shut my eyes with a groan. "God. I am a girl."
"ANDREW!" A voice boomed from the kitchen area, making both of us jump.
"Shit! What? What'd I do?!" I hissed at Specs who just shrugged as he took off his smock.
I held my breath as boss-man stormed out of the kitchen and stared daggers at me. Not saying a word. Nope. Not one single word.
Don't you hate that?
I swallowed and waved a little. "Um. Hi. Hey, how you doing tonight? Weather's good."
Still nothing.
I cleared my throat nervously. "So…Specs says the patties are up to almost 40% beef now. That's good…um, for business. Gotta be, huh? You know, closer to that 100% thing the bigger places have. I didn't really send customers down to McDonald's, man, that's just a rumor the fry cook…um, cooked up. He's just mad about that time I put a cockroach into his fry vat. Not that I did that! No, no, that's just a rumor, too. A vicious one at that, dude. Just horrible. Viciously horrible. It's amazing what some people will say just to get attention, huh?"
I was babbling. I was about to get fired, right? I always babble when confronted with unavoidable punishment. Once in the fifth grade, I threw a piece of a peanut butter square into the teacher's beehive. I wasn't being mean, I was just testing the durability--of her hair, not the peanut butter square. Anyway, some fink squealed on me and I got busted by the principal herself. When I made it into her office, I wound up confessing to every offense, big or small, I'd ever committed on or off the schoolyard. I even told her about that time I took my tae kwon do instructor's belt and tied it ar—
Okay, see? Now I'm rambling to you. I need therapy.
Back to reality. All right, so there I was, babbling. I think I'd moved on to the time I accidentally used wood cleaner to wipe down the outside menu and that's why no one could read it for three days until that big rain storm hit. Finally, boss-man rolled his eyes and cut me off.
"Andrew, save it for your priest. I just wanna know if you've been taking the Chik'n Dunkers sauce?"
I grinned. Oh yeah. I usually take home a few tubs of that stuff to eat on the way home. The sweet n sour is to die for, but dude, the honey mustard could make you slap yourself it's so good. Hey, we've got more than enough to spare here—do you think anyone actually orders something called Chik'n Dunkers? The only time someone gets sauce is if they request it for their fries or something.
So yeah, of course I took them. "No, sir." I shook my head.
He glared.
"Oh, I mean, yes, sir." I started nodding instead. "Sorry, you wanna keep a couple of bucks out of my paycheck?"
"No. No, I just wanted you to know that I know. I suppose those were close to expiring anyway. Just leave behind a few next time in case a paying customer wants one or something." He put his fists on his hips and gave me his favorite 'stern boss-man' look. "And don't let me catch you taking stuff again. After that whole Sweet n Low incident, you're really on thin ice around here, ok?"
I smiled. "Thanks, sir. I appreciate you being so lenient with me. I really value my position here at Beef Barn." Hehe.
He rolled his eyes and walked back to the kitchen. Guess he didn't think I was being sincere.
Whatever. Specs smirked at me and followed boss-man's path, going to clock out, I suppose. That means I'm on. Woo-hoo.
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I put my stylish and sexy straw hat in place and settled down on the stool again. I loved the nightshift—9 pm to 1:30 am. The window was closed at eight every night and the doors on the right side of the building were locked at nine, leaving only the left doors to be used by the very rare late-night customer. So my shift basically consisted of eating whatever condiment happened to be within arm's reach, and working on my highest score on my Gameboy.
"Andrew, Richard's in the back, but the last time he locked up, he…well, didn't. So would you mind?"
I think I snarled a little. Locking up meant I had to stay late and sweep, too. "Sure, sir, no problem." I gave boss-man my 'customer-smile' as he walked out of the door.
"See ya, Snitchy. Call me if you get too bored, ok? I'll be at Dutchy's until eleven or so, home after that." Specs walked towards the door and grinned at me. "Call me if Mr. Perfect shows up, too. I'll ask him if he has a boyfriend. But don't worry," he whispered. "I'll just say I wanna know for a friend." He just laughed as I flipped him off. Hey, he deserved it, don't you think?
I sighed as I was finally left alone. Well, except for Richard. But he was a forty-year old fry cook who worshipped his job and rarely left the kitchen, so he doesn't exactly count as company. I relaxed, just me, my gameboy, and my thoughts.
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"Does he love me I wanna know, How can I tell if he loves me so?"
It was eleven thirty and not one single customer had shown up. The condiments were all gone, my gameboy's batteries were dead, and my thoughts were extremely redundant—bet you can't guess what they consisted of, huh? So I did what every normal 16-year old boy would do if he were bored out of his mind at work.
I turned on the radio, grabbed a plastic spoon and started dancing and singing along with Cher.
"Is it in his eyes?
Ooh no, you'll be deceived!
Is it in his eyes?
Oh no, he'll make believe!"
I hopped onto the counter, crossed my legs, and flipped my imaginary Cher-hair back over my shoulder.
"If you wanna know
If he loves you so,
It's in his kiss
That's where it is!"
Sliding back down to the ground, I started doing the Hustle and singing louder than before.
"Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoo—"
And you're not dumb. You've seen movies, watched tv, read books. You know what happened next.
Yes. The door opened mid-shoop and mid-Hustle.
Very, very slowly, I thawed out of my frozen position and turned around, eyes closed, knowing who had to be standing there. And why shouldn't he be? I was already embarrassed about how I acted in front of my dream guy, might as well turn that into utter mortification, right?
Hearing a chuckle, I opened my eyes.
"Specs!! What the—fuck! Scare the shit out of me, why don't you?!" I clapped my hand over my eyes and released the breath I'd been holding.
"Stop using that goddamn foul language. You're lucky I came in here, you know." He motioned to the windows surrounding us. "Your little show can be seen all the way from the street." He winked as he started doing the Hustle, trying to mock me.
Ha. He wishes he could Hustle as good as me.
"What do you want?" I crossed my arms and glared at him.
"Just to say hi."
"Yeah, right. You came here to make me work, didn't you?"
He laughed a little. "You know me too, too well, my friend. Mrs. M got a craving. Or should I say little Herald got a craving and channeled it out through Mrs. M?" My bespectacled friend sighed dramatically and sat down on a stool. "Well, no matter who craved it, I was there when it came about and was volunteered to fetch it."
"Dutchy didn't come?" I glanced out the glass door. Specs shook his head.
"Nah, he was practically dead on his feet by that time. I told him to go on to bed and I'd see him in the morning."
"Ah. So, what is it this time?"
"Umm, hang on, I've got it written down." He took out a ten dollar bill and handed it to me.
I waited for the list. He raised an eyebrow at me and I glanced down at the money I held. "You wrote it on the ten?"
He shook his head. "Nah, Mrs. M did. She said that's the only way I wouldn't lose the list."
Walking to the cash register, I read the list, my nose scrunching more and more with every special ingredient. "Spinach, leeks, strawberries…what—I don't even know how to say this one…"
"Just add extra sauerkraut for whatever you don't have."
"I think she'll be lucky to get any sauerkraut, Specs. Why do you keep bringing these orders here? Burger King would be forced to make this or risk their reputation..." I grabbed a pen and a napkin and jotted down the ingredients.
"Come on, you love the company. Plus, she likes how you double her orders for free."
Smiling, I punched the correct buttons on the register and gave Specs the change. I jogged back to the kitchen and saw Richard arranging the knives from shortest to longest. "Um, Richard?"
He grunted. That's Richardish for 'Speak.'
"I need another 'pregnancy special' for Mrs. Muyskens, if you don't mind. Do we have any lima beans?"
Richard shuffled around in a cabinet for a moment before tossing a bag at me.
"This isn't lima beans, Richard, this is coconut."
"It's what we got."
"Right, so…okay, so here's what she wants." I waited for him to take the list. When he didn't make a move for it, I sat it down on the table. "Just…just do your best, man, okay? If you don't have anything, just add more sauerkraut. If you don't have sauerkraut, just…um, soak the coconut in vinegar or something, I dunno. Use your imagination. I need two of those, by the way." I waited for his grunt of acknowledgement before I made my way back to the counter. "Specs, how is it that after nine kids, Dutchy's mom still craves the most outrag…" I stopped as I was pinned with Specs's grin. "…eous things…"
"His mom's had nine kids? What is she, a gerbil?"
No, this wasn't Specs speaking. Or me. Or Richard.
Specs laughed and slapped the newcomer on the back.
I had yet to move.
"So, Snitch, you gonna take this guy's order or do I have ring him up myself?"
"Um. The, uh, he said…Richard, he said that, yeah…hmm?"
If you hadn't already figured it out, I'm sure my lame excuse for a sentence clued you in to who the newcomer was, right? Yep. Imperfect perfection himself.
My dream guy chuckled. "Heya, Andy. Been workin' long and hard?"
I tried not to drool, but it was really difficult with the way he winked at me as he said 'hard'. So I drooled a little. Luckily, I have a good friend like Specs to help me keep my cool.
"Hey, Snitchy, shut your damn mouth, you're leaving a puddle."
Yeah. He's a good, good friend. And had I any control over my brain at that moment, I would have come up with some sort of clever retort or at least a promise of revenge for my good, helpful friend. Instead, I sent him a silent thank you for being helpful, because I had, in fact, begun creating a puddle of drool. Okay, so it was really just a drop and it had fallen on my hand, but when the object of your drool is standing there watching you drool, there is no difference between a drop and a bucket.
But enough about my overactive salivary glands.
Sighing, Specs nodded towards me and spoke to my dream guy. "That's Andy. Call him Snitch. He likes it."
I snapped my mouth shut and glared, suddenly aware of what was going on. "I do not like it, Samuel."
It was Specs's turn to glare. "You know not to call me that."
"You know not to call me Snitch."
"I like it."
I looked over at dream guy. "What? You, uh, like...what?"
"I like nicknames. They remind me of those old mob movies. My friends call me Skittery most of the time."
"Oh. Yeah, yeah, um, I was just…I like it, too. You can call me Snitch if you want. If you, um, yeah, if you want. You don't have to. But, um…"
He grinned. "…if I want, yeah." Another wink. I was starting to think he had some sort of chronic eye twitch. Which, by the way, I found just as sexy as a wink. "So, why does he call you Snitch?"
"Um." Dammit, here I go again. What was wrong with my brain? It was seriously messed up.
I bet it was that time I fell asleep with a q-tip in my ear…
Thankfully, Specs came to the rescue again. "He's a klepto."
Yes. Thank you. Or not.
"I'm not a klepto…" My blush was back.
"Sure ya are, Snitchy!" He grinned at dream guy. "He's a klepto."
Dream guy just nodded like that was very interesting. "Good to know. I'll be sure to count my change." Oh and then he smiled. Mm. He smiled and I sighed. I did, yes. And I believe this sigh could have been described as 'adoring'.
Okay, that's it. I'd had enough. This was just a guy, right? Just. a. guy. Like me! I'm just a guy, too. So yes, it was time for me to snap out of it and start behaving like the confident person I was raised to be. "So, do you want something?"
"Now, Snitchy, you know that's not how you greet a customer!"
Rolling my eyes, I turned my attention Specs. "Don't you have to go home now?"
"Not without my order, man."
"Oh. Right. I'll be right back." I walked back to the kitchen only to have Richard shove a bag of food into my arms. "Um. Thanks." I decided not to wait for his grunt. Who knew what Specs was telling dream man while I was gone?
"…and he takes ketchup packets, too, and straws, and—"
"Ahem! Here is your food, I already gave you your change, so please have a nice night and come back again sometime, sir." I pushed Specs and his food towards the door.
"Oh—okay, dude! Relax, jeez!" He dug his heel into the rug at the door and grinned back at dream guy. "Nice meeting you, Skittery. I hope you come back during Snitch's shift again real soo—OW! Dammit! That was my foot!"
"Oh, was it? So sorry, sir." I opened the door and gave him a final shove. I stuck my head out after him. "Specs, you will pay for this," I whispered.
He smirked and started to reply, but I shut the door. "So, um…" I gasped when I turned and saw Skittery standing so close to me that I reflexively pressed my back against the door. "Oh, um, hey." Okay, that was lame. The little wave I gave him made it possibly the lamest thing in the history of lamedom.
"Hey." He was smiling and I was floating. He leaned in a little closer and tilted his head to the side a bit, looking oh so adorable. "Why are you so nervous?"
I blinked. Okay, it's one thing to notice that I'm nervous around you, but it's quite another to tell me that you've noticed. That was just not cool. Made it easier for me to talk, though.
Licking my lips, I pushed my way around him and walked back to the counter, stopping only when I was safely behind the cash register. "I'm not nervous. I don't know what you're talking about. Now, what can I get for you? You want another Mad Cow?"
He was looking at me now and to show that I was not nervous, I looked right back.
Although my profusely sweating forehead kinda blew my not nervous cover. Damn glands.
Luckily, he decided to have mercy on me and not mention that. Instead, he strolled over to stand in front of the counter and look up at the menu over my head. "I've already tried the mad thing, I think I'd like something different." I ducked my head down just as he caught me staring. He rested his forearms on the counter and started drumming with his fingers a little.
By that time, I'd decided it would be best for my dignity if I just didn't talk anymore. Not that I had much dignity left at that point. I had been embarrassed so many times within the last fifteen minutes that I just wanted him to leave. I glanced up, prepared to give him an impatient stare.
Well that plan was shot to hell when I saw him already staring back. When did he get so close? Tall as he was, even he had to be on his tiptoes to lean that far over the counter.
Not that I minded--I could see he was starting to sweat a bit, too, and that made me feel a little better.
"What's good here, Snitch? Or would you rather I call you Andy? I think Snitch is cute."
Okay, what was I supposed to say to that? Huh?
Oh. Well, I guess a yes or no would do. "Yes. I mean," I shook my head, backing away a little. "I mean, yeah, you can call me Snitch if you want. It doesn't matter."
"You can call me Skittery."
"What's your uh, your real name?"
He shrugged and finally moved back a bit. "Nathan. My name's Nathan. But it's my dad's name, too, so I don't really like to use it."
I eyed him for a moment before nodding. "Okay…so, Skittery, what are you in the mood for tonight?" I closed my eyes when he smirked and I felt a blush creep up.
"I think I'm in the mood for…a little…" He trailed off. I was mesmerized by his long fingers, which were currently running along the counter in random patterns. Finally looking up, I saw a little smile on his face. "I'll just take a coke, Snitch."
"That's all?"
He shrugged. "Nothing on that menu really sounds too appealing to me right now."
"Okay. Okay, yeah, a coke. Um. What size?"
He turned around and leaned against the counter while he dug through his pockets. The back of his shirt looked good. I tried to use my x-ray vision to see through the good-looking shirt, but then I remembered I didn't have x-ray vision.
Talk about a let down.
"Um. I've just…" he turned back around and looked at the counter as he smoothed a crumpled dollar bill down onto the counter. "I've got a buck. Guess I left my wallet at work or home or something. So uh, whatever size a dollar'll get me." I smiled at him when he pushed the money across the counter. I liked how he seemed a little unsure of himself all of a sudden. It made me feel a little…well, surer of myself. I pushed the money back to him.
"It just so happens that we've got a special going. After 10 p.m., all large drinks are free."
"Is that so?"
"No, but are you gonna turn down a free drink?"
He smiled.
Have I told you how much I love his smile? I have? Well, I bet you've been known to repeat things sometimes, too.
I love his smile.
I would have given him anything at that moment. I'm really glad he didn't ask for my car. I love my car. But I'm pretty sure I would have handed over the keys plus gas money, no hesitation.
Oh, shut up. You've probably been turned to gooey cheese at a nice smile once or twice yourself, you know.
We looked at each other for approximately two seconds before my self-esteem suddenly took another nosedive. Swallowing, I spun around towards the soda dispenser and quickly put together a large Coke. With my eyes pointed towards the floor, I turned and held the drink out to him. I felt his fingers closed over mine, causing me to start and let go of the cup before his grip was tightened. "Shit…dammit, I'm sorry, that was my fault." Blushing furiously, I snagged a towel from underneath the counter and started wiping up the spilt drink.
Without saying a word, Skittery grabbed some napkins to help.
Wow. He cleans, too. He's perfect in ways I forgot to even think about. I wonder if he cooks, too…
After a few minutes of what I considered to be an uncomfortable silence, all remnants of the accident were in the trash and I was at the soda dispenser again, preparing another drink.
"So what time do you get off?"
"Um…I have to lock up tonight, so it should be around two." He whistled softly as I turned to put his drink on the counter.
"That's pretty late. I know this is summer break and all, but what do you during the school year?"
I shrugged. "Same deal. I'm weird, I run better on a couple of hours sleep than I do on seven." I leaned my hip against the counter and watched as he stuck a straw into the lid on his drink.
"I'm the opposite. I'm a basket case if I get less than nine." He looked at me and it took me a few seconds to remember to look away.
"Um. I, uh…so…you sure you don't want anything else?" I took off my stupid hat, wishing I'd remembered to do that earlier in the evening, and tossed it onto the floor.
"Not tonight. I'd better be getting back to the house. Gotta get those nine, you know." He pushed himself away from the counter and picked up his drink. "So…I guess I'll see ya later."
"Yeah, I'm here every night but Monday." I looked at him and smiled, forcing myself not to look away when he smiled back.
"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the freebie, man." He held the drink up and nodded.
"No problem. Like I said, Beef Barn special." I winked, trying to appear cooler than I felt.
"Right, right," he said, chuckling a little as he walked backwards to the door. "Snitch, listen, if I give you my number, would you call me? Just so we can talk?"
Well, that caught me by surprise. So instead of answering, I gave him a surprised blink. And he blushed. He blushed, not me. That was a nice change of pace.
"I mean…I like talking to you and there aren't a lot of people that I can say that about. So…would you? Call?" He paused for a second. "Unless of course you don't want to. That's fine, really. I mean, I could just…you wouldn't be able to stop me from showing up here a few nights a week, though." He chuckled nervously.
Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? I was the one that looked like a complete idiot. Even then, when he was standing there looking nervous and asking so sweetly if he could give me his number, I was just staring at him like I didn't understand a word he was saying.
"Snitch, would you just…nod or something? Blink once for no, twice for yes."
Pulling myself together, I did him one better—I answered verbally. "Yes. Yeah. I'd call. Of course I'd call. I'd like to call you. To talk." He grinned and took a deep breath.
"Good. Good, okay. So…here." He walked back to the counter and I placed my pen and a napkin in front of him. He looked at me quickly before writing his number down. "Um, if anyone but me answers, just say you're a friend from school. Less questions for me then…"
I raised an eyebrow but didn't ask him to elaborate. I tried to smile when he pushed the napkin to me, but I was too nervous to even breathe, so smiling was certainly out of the question. Instead, I just stared and nodded. I think I returned his wave as he walked out of the door.
Picking up the napkin, I wondered how long I should give him to make it home…
End of Chapter Two. Thank God.
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Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to get this out! I thought I already had chapter two ready, but dude, it sucked. So I rewrote it three times, and each one turned out completely different from the last. This was the longest one, so I went with it. I hope you liked it, I've been typing it out for like three hours now! Oy, that's a long time!
Duuude, y'all were so SO freakin' nice with all those reviews, I decided I just HAD to do shout-outs, so yes, here they are!
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Soaker: I did work drive-thru, you're right!! At a tiny place just like Beef Barn--there was a grand total of five people on the payroll, lol. I was one of those complete freaks that actually didn't hate it, though. I'm not a fan of fast food joints or anything, I just liked sitting by the window and wearing the neat headset. ^^ But I did give out my share of eye rolls and sarcastic remarks. Some of the people that go up to those speakers…oy. Thank you so much for the review!!
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Artemis-chan of Redwing: YAY! You thought it was funny! Thanks SO much!! And yeah, Snitch is flustered, which is completely not what I was intending for him at first. He was a little unflustered in this one, for a second. Then he messed it up and flustered again, but I went with it cuz hell, I'd get nervous if Skittery was anywhere near me, too. Thank you for the review!!
kellyanne: YAY! *whispers* Don't tell the others, but your review was my favorite--I've always wanted a golden shrine of my own! Woo! I'm ecstatic over your nice review, thank you so much!! Oh, yeah, the 'back in a sex', LOL, it's a lot less funny when it happens to you^_~
sugarNspice2: Ooooh! I'm SO glad you liked it and thought it was funny! I'm also glad it helped cheer you up some! I hope you're feeling better, but just in case you're not, here's another chapter for ya^^ Thank you SO much for the review!
Obsessed wit' Aaron Lohr: But did you like it? ^_~ THANK YOU! I'm so happy you loved it! I hope you like this chapter, too! Thanks for the sweet review!! You rock!
Chrissy Pen: YAY! Hi! Ya know, I'm checking for a new chapter of 'Friday' every day…not that I'm hinting at anything, understand…just that I'm…well, y'know, I just wanted you to know. You can take it as a hint if you want, though. If it'll get an update out sooner…^^ I'm thrilled you liked the first chapter! Snitch/Skittery? A sweet couple? What're you talking about? They're awful together! Ugh, I don't think I can even stand the thou-- *shudders* Okay, no, I can't finish that awful lie, not even for the sake of joking. They are absolutely sweet and adorable and beautiful together, aren't they?! You should try writing a little Snitch/Skitts soon…not that I'm hinting again or anything. ^_~ Thank you thank you for the review! I hope you like this chapter, too! Dude, you're special. Long ass shout-out for you.
Dakota-Jones: Thank you!! I'm excited that you liked this cuz I still turn to your Big Brother story when I need something great to read! And I'm totally with you, dude; Snitch was a strong, strong man to resist jumping into Skittery's car with him. Thank you so much again for the review!!
kattabean: Thank you for the sweet review!! I'm glad you think I did okay on the first person thing. I never expected it to be as hard as it is! Dude, go through Starbucks' drive-thru, there's usually beautiful guys working those. Well, they're usually gay, too, at least in my city, but still. Thank you again and I hope you like this chapter!
Copper Bandit: YAY! You liked the Skitt-descript! I agonized over that, no lie. It's hard to put true hottness into words. Which is why Snitch just sticks to 'perfect' in this chapter, lol. Thank you for the review and I hope you like this update!
SpecsGlasses: Girrrrrrl, you know you're not dejected!! I'm just an airhead and forgot to tell you about it^^ I hope you don't stroke out before I put this up, cuz, dude, then there wouldn't be any updates to Survey or Detention (Get that out! Rowr!) or the little song fic I'm looking forward to^_~ Thanks for reviewing, I'm glad you did!! You know I'm a huge fan of your writing, so it's doubly awesome to see that you like this! Talk to ya soon!!
Dude. I'm all self-conscious now. I hope this chapter doesn't suck. I can't believe how freakin' long it turned out!! My old teachers would be absolutely floored—I could never even write more than two pages for a five-page report.
Man, shout-outs take a long time. I dunno how y'all that get like 40 per chapter do it. You are saints. Truly.
Well, that's it. Please R&R!! I hope you like this. I hope I hope! ^^