My Hurried Apology: Sorry if the Nirvana lyrics are messed up, I checked on
google and got about ten different lyrics so. . .I had no idea which ones
were right. So I mixed them up together! And it's probably wrong! :-) If
you know the right ones, feel free to correct me.
Author's Note: So, we meet again! (Terrified screams from readers) Thanks to my fabulous, wonderful, terrific reviewers! (Shoutouts at the end of the chapter.) If I could I would send you guys some chocolate and a couple of newsies to hang out with, but, as my disclaimer so adequately puts it:
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING. End of story.
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"If it's all the same to you"
Chapter Two
"It's ok, Freddy, I know the pirates are kind of scary when they step into the moonlight and transform into decomposing, half-rotten skeletons with some flesh still hanging loosely from their bones, but remember, it's just a movie!" said Itey matter-of-factly to his teddy bear. He leaned closer. "What's that? You want to go to sleep? Alright then, I'll sing you a lullaby."
"Oh dear God, no," I muttered.
To my utmost surprise, however, Itey's rather off-key lullaby managed to cause me to sleep for the next half-hour. It was highly enjoyable, I must say. I had very vivid dreams, mainly featuring you-know-who covered in chocolate. Predictably, I was not too pleased to be woken up.
"Hey Skittery, are you asleep?" said Itey.
I opened my eyes. And yelled.
Fred was held directly in front of my face, with his lopsided grin, almost- falling-off nose, and googlie eyes. And Snitch was right; it definitely smelled rather funny.
"Man, Skitts, what the hell is wrong with you?" said Itey defensively, pulling back Fred and frowning at me. "If you aren't careful, Mr. Freddy is gonna think you don't LIKE him!"
I opened my mouth to say "well, I don't" but decided not to. Itey's weird about his teddy bear. He thinks it's a real person or something. . .Instead I was going to roll over, but decided not to do that either because Specs and Dutchy were still making out.
No tongues, I noticed. Man, if I had a boyfriend I'd be frenching 24/7, but (dubious sigh) to each his own.
I glanced at the dude sitting next to Specs, to see if he minded that he was sitting beside a most obviously gay guy. The guy was thoroughly examining a whiteout pen. I raised an eyebrow as he sniffed it and grinned. Oh my gosh, that was freaky. Just look away, just look away. . .
Snitch leaned over the back of his seat again. "Shoot me," he said.
I smiled. "With pleasure." JUST KIDDING!
He rolled his eyes. "Race is STILL listening to Nirvana. And you know what? It's STILL the same song! It's the only one he knows, so he's been listening to it over and over and over. . ." He shuddered.
"Did he take a break to watch 'Pirates of the Caribbean'?" I asked.
"Yeah, thank God. He thinks Keira Knightley is hot so he decided that 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' could wait. But I mean seriously, how many times can a guy listen to one song?"
"I don't know. How many times has he listened to it?"
Snitch pulled a piece of paper from the pocket of his blue jeans. "53."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
"Shhhh!" Itey snapped. "Mr. Freddy's taking a nap!"
"Sorry," I whispered before turning back to Snitch. Our conversation continued in an undertone. "Okay, something has to be done about this Nirvana obsession."
"He's wearing a Nirvana T-shirt, too."
"Well. . ." I tried not to smile at the agitated look on Snitch's face. He's so damn cute when he's upset. Aaah, scratch that. He's always so damn cute. "Tell him to listen to 'Lounge Act'. It's number nine."
"Oh, I think I know that one. Is that the song where Kurt screams the last verse?"
"Yep."
Snitch smiled. "Race'll like that. I think I could live with him playing that one over and over."
"Good."
"Aaah, he's on to his 54th time playing, I'd better go and stop him!" he said suddenly, marking a tally on his little scrap of paper. "Man, that guy has issues. RACE!"
"Good luck," I said as he dove back into his seat. I listened as Snitch and Race passed a few words back and forth, and 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' STOPPED. (To be honest I was rather disappointed; I like that song a lot. But I guess listening to it 54 times would get on my nerves after a while. . .) And 'Lounge Act' BEGAN.
"I got this friend you see makes me feel, and I want him more than I could steal, I'll arrest myself and wear a shirt, I'll go outta my way to prove I still. . .still love you. . ."
Whoa. Story of my life- not including the "arrest myself and wear a shirt" part.
Snitch poked his head over the seat and winked at me. "Thanks a ton, Skitts."
Woo hoo! Did you hear that? He said "Thanks a ton, Skitts." Thanks a ton! Yeeeee-HAW!! After that, even Itey's loud singing "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's supercalifragilisticexpialadocious!!!" to Mr. Freddy couldn't tick me off.
*
The plane landed, and forced Itey to put Mr. Freddy back into his backpack and Specs and Dutchy to separate (for now). Both of their lips were slightly swollen. It was very funny.
"That was an incredibly long flight," said Spot. He yawned and pulled his sweatshirt on over his head. "Dude, where's my hat?"
"Dude, where's my car!" said Itey, giggling.
"YOUR hat is under MY seat," David said reproachfully.
"Thanks babe," Spot joked and went down to get it. David frowned. I don't think he liked being called "babe" very much.
We all piled out of the airplane and over to the baggage claim area. "You guys get your stuff from the carousels," Jack called out to us. "Racetrack, Specs, and Bumlets, come with me! We're gonna get the rental cars from Hertz, alright?"
Itey stifled another giggle. "Why is our stuff on a carousel?" he wanted to know.
"It's what they call the conveyer belt that the luggage goes on," Crutchy explained.
"Really? Awesome!"
I would describe every little detail of how we got our luggage and waited for about ten minutes for our car to come, but I'll spare you. In short, it took 45 minutes to get the lot of us out of the airport and into the rental cars.
Man.
In that period of time, Itey managed to almost lose Mr. Freddy (how Mr. Freddy got out of his backpack in the first place is a mystery to me), Mush wanted to buy a cookie at the store cookie store even though I did everything I could to convince him that airport food is BAD and makes you puke, and Jack lost the keys to his rental car. That meant we all had to go around on out hands and knees for ten minutes until Snipeshooter found them by the garbage can.
This, of course, led David to lecture Jack on "What if the keys had actually fallen INTO the garbage can? THEN what would we do? What would we tell our parents?"
To which Jack replied that he hadn't been in touch with his parents for almost a year, so he didn't much care what they thought.
That did not make David very happy indeed. But in general none of us care too much about David and his speeches on responsibility, so sort of ignored him.
We found the cars in the garage and piled into them. I was in a Volvo with Specs, Dutchy, Itey (HELP!), and my beloved Snitch. God save the poor, unfortunate souls who were landed with Racetrack; he had somehow been elected driver AND he had his Nirvana CD with him.
I found myself squashed between Snitch and Itey in the back seat of our car, with Specs and Dutchy in the front. This proved to be rather dangerous, considering Dutchy leaned foreword every fifteen minutes and tried to start making out with Specs again. There were several times when we almost crashed into trees on the side of the road, and just narrowly escaped on account of the fact that Snitch has extraordinarily quick reflexes.
Guess how long the car ride was?
No seriously, guess.
Two hours.
Yeah, that's about as painful as it gets. I spent most of the ride concentrating on NOT concentrating on how Snitch's arm was brushing against mine, how he grinned at me when he cracked a joke.
I glanced out the window. From the looks of it, Mush and Blink were having a how-many-times-can-you-bump-your-head-against-the-roof-of-the-car contest, bouncing up and down in the back seat of their own car. Every time one of them hit his head particularly hard, there was a resounding BOOM! and he would blink, grin, and crack up before starting again.
Of course, Nirvana was blasting from Race's car. He had moved on from 'Lounge Act' and 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' and was now playing 'Breed':
"EVEN IF YOU HAVE, EVEN IF YOU NEED, I DON'T MEAN TO STARE, WE DON'T HAVE TO BREED! WE COULD PLANT A HOUSE, WE COULD BUILD A TREE! I DON'T EVEN CARE, WE COULD HAVE ALL THREE! SHE SAID, SHE SAID, SHE SAID, SHE SAID, SHE SAID, SHE SAID, SHE SAID!"
"RACE! COULD YOU TURN IT FRIGGIN' DOWN!" Crutchy yelled, leaning against the side of the car. It's really saying something that he had to yell; he was sitting in the passenger seat.
"NO!" said Race. He started laughing hysterically and sped up down the road.
All in all, only Bumlets' car was really calm. Of course every once in a while Snipeshooter burst into song, but he was soon smothered by Spot and scolded by Pie-Eater. Swifty said nothing (as per usual). He was reading Bumlets' boring book.
The scenery was really striking. There were a lot of trees and a lot of mountains and a couple little towns in the valleys. I occupied myself by staring out the window most of the time, trying not to look at Snitch. He was doing an Austin Powers Mad Lib with Itey, and his tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth.
Lord. I can't stand Snitch OR Itey in small areas, but for two very different reasons.
*
When we finally reached Beaver Creek, I was quite impressed. It was a very cute little town, especially for someone who was subconsciously expecting a creek filled with beavers in little tutus. And several of the mountains had been smoothed over for skiing.
We are all skiers, except for Jack, who snowboards. That means we all call him a traitor. Little does he know that no snowboards are allowed in Beaver Creek. I suppose we'll all have to teach him how to ski.
I am getting funny images again.
We were getting our luggage out of the trunk when Snitch pulled me aside by the sleeve of my T-shirt. "Dude, Skitts, y'alright?" he asked, looking concerned.
I can tell you one thing: I was most certainly NOT alright at the moment. His face was less than an inch from mine. Man, he's even cuter up close. I liked how his hair framed his face on one side.
"Uh. . .yeah, I'm fine," I said quickly. "Why?"
"You were just real quiet during the ride here. . .You just haven't been yourself lately, y'know? No, you wouldn't know." He shook his head, kind of confused. "Because you're the one who's. . .What I'm trying to say is, if you need anything just tell me, alright?"
I smiled. Like REALLY smiled. "Thanks, Snitch. Think I'll be fine."
Whoa. You know, this day started out like shit. I mean, not too long ago I was puking on the floor of the airport. . .but I suppose it didn't turn out that bad in the end, did it?
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Shoutouts!!!
Harlem: I love Nirvana too, and I love Kurt Cobain's voice. My Snitch!Muse likes to torture me, though. . .He likes U2 better. (Tries not to smack Snitch upside the head) Thank you so much for the review!!! Biiig hug from me, and from my Race because he thoroughly enjoyed your review. ;-)
SpotLover421: I shall have to include Mr. Freddy more for you! Itey is glad that you like him, even though Snitch claims that he smells weird. . .Don't ask, my muses are a strange bunch. I love Snitch/Skittery, too! Thanks for the review, you rock! (Heh, that rhymes! I love Snitch/Skittery too, thanks for the review! Wow, I'm a poet and I didn't know it!)
Nakaia Aidan-Sun: I just realized how cool your name is. I always just sort of glanced at it, but when I typed it I was like "WHOA!" Very cool, I like it a lot. . .Anyway, I'm glad you love my Itey! My Itey loves you too! lol, thanks for the review!
Thumbsucker Snitch: Hooray! You're like the GOD of Skittery/Snitch, and you liked it!!!!! Big hug for you and a cookie (if I can find one). . .And I totally agree, Skitts/Snitch is extremely yummy. Very fun to write. Thanks for the review! :-)
Bobcat:slashgoil: I actually have never even watched Veggie Tales, but my friend's always singing it to me so I decided to include it. . .I'm glad you like the story! I dunno if I even like this second chapter, but. . .whatever, thank you for the review!!!
Checkmate: Man, just gotta say I love your name! It just makes me think of when you finally win a chess game and you lean over and say in this real dramatic whisper "Checkmate." DUN DUN DUNNNNN! lol.anyways, thanks for the review!
Shakeseegirl: Froggy. lol, he just SOUNDS like a guy with a fantastic tongue! I'm sure Skitts would love to meet him. . .Yeah, Johnny Depp is VERY hott in Pirates of the Caribbean. Only in Pirates of the Caribbean, I guess. He's pretty freaky-looking in real life. Aaaaanyway, thanks a ton for the review! (And PLEASE update "Welcome to Beef Barn" soon, I'm dying!)
Author's Note: Thanks a TON, all of you, for reviewing!!! You guys are the best. I'm sorry this chapter was kind of dragged out. I just can't get enough of Snitch and Skittery and our beloved Newsboys, so. . .yeah. It's not that great. :-/ Please review! Thanks! And I'm sorry if things got messed up, my computer is being very very mean to me at the moment. . .
-Saturday
Author's Note: So, we meet again! (Terrified screams from readers) Thanks to my fabulous, wonderful, terrific reviewers! (Shoutouts at the end of the chapter.) If I could I would send you guys some chocolate and a couple of newsies to hang out with, but, as my disclaimer so adequately puts it:
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING. End of story.
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"If it's all the same to you"
Chapter Two
"It's ok, Freddy, I know the pirates are kind of scary when they step into the moonlight and transform into decomposing, half-rotten skeletons with some flesh still hanging loosely from their bones, but remember, it's just a movie!" said Itey matter-of-factly to his teddy bear. He leaned closer. "What's that? You want to go to sleep? Alright then, I'll sing you a lullaby."
"Oh dear God, no," I muttered.
To my utmost surprise, however, Itey's rather off-key lullaby managed to cause me to sleep for the next half-hour. It was highly enjoyable, I must say. I had very vivid dreams, mainly featuring you-know-who covered in chocolate. Predictably, I was not too pleased to be woken up.
"Hey Skittery, are you asleep?" said Itey.
I opened my eyes. And yelled.
Fred was held directly in front of my face, with his lopsided grin, almost- falling-off nose, and googlie eyes. And Snitch was right; it definitely smelled rather funny.
"Man, Skitts, what the hell is wrong with you?" said Itey defensively, pulling back Fred and frowning at me. "If you aren't careful, Mr. Freddy is gonna think you don't LIKE him!"
I opened my mouth to say "well, I don't" but decided not to. Itey's weird about his teddy bear. He thinks it's a real person or something. . .Instead I was going to roll over, but decided not to do that either because Specs and Dutchy were still making out.
No tongues, I noticed. Man, if I had a boyfriend I'd be frenching 24/7, but (dubious sigh) to each his own.
I glanced at the dude sitting next to Specs, to see if he minded that he was sitting beside a most obviously gay guy. The guy was thoroughly examining a whiteout pen. I raised an eyebrow as he sniffed it and grinned. Oh my gosh, that was freaky. Just look away, just look away. . .
Snitch leaned over the back of his seat again. "Shoot me," he said.
I smiled. "With pleasure." JUST KIDDING!
He rolled his eyes. "Race is STILL listening to Nirvana. And you know what? It's STILL the same song! It's the only one he knows, so he's been listening to it over and over and over. . ." He shuddered.
"Did he take a break to watch 'Pirates of the Caribbean'?" I asked.
"Yeah, thank God. He thinks Keira Knightley is hot so he decided that 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' could wait. But I mean seriously, how many times can a guy listen to one song?"
"I don't know. How many times has he listened to it?"
Snitch pulled a piece of paper from the pocket of his blue jeans. "53."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
"Shhhh!" Itey snapped. "Mr. Freddy's taking a nap!"
"Sorry," I whispered before turning back to Snitch. Our conversation continued in an undertone. "Okay, something has to be done about this Nirvana obsession."
"He's wearing a Nirvana T-shirt, too."
"Well. . ." I tried not to smile at the agitated look on Snitch's face. He's so damn cute when he's upset. Aaah, scratch that. He's always so damn cute. "Tell him to listen to 'Lounge Act'. It's number nine."
"Oh, I think I know that one. Is that the song where Kurt screams the last verse?"
"Yep."
Snitch smiled. "Race'll like that. I think I could live with him playing that one over and over."
"Good."
"Aaah, he's on to his 54th time playing, I'd better go and stop him!" he said suddenly, marking a tally on his little scrap of paper. "Man, that guy has issues. RACE!"
"Good luck," I said as he dove back into his seat. I listened as Snitch and Race passed a few words back and forth, and 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' STOPPED. (To be honest I was rather disappointed; I like that song a lot. But I guess listening to it 54 times would get on my nerves after a while. . .) And 'Lounge Act' BEGAN.
"I got this friend you see makes me feel, and I want him more than I could steal, I'll arrest myself and wear a shirt, I'll go outta my way to prove I still. . .still love you. . ."
Whoa. Story of my life- not including the "arrest myself and wear a shirt" part.
Snitch poked his head over the seat and winked at me. "Thanks a ton, Skitts."
Woo hoo! Did you hear that? He said "Thanks a ton, Skitts." Thanks a ton! Yeeeee-HAW!! After that, even Itey's loud singing "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's supercalifragilisticexpialadocious!!!" to Mr. Freddy couldn't tick me off.
*
The plane landed, and forced Itey to put Mr. Freddy back into his backpack and Specs and Dutchy to separate (for now). Both of their lips were slightly swollen. It was very funny.
"That was an incredibly long flight," said Spot. He yawned and pulled his sweatshirt on over his head. "Dude, where's my hat?"
"Dude, where's my car!" said Itey, giggling.
"YOUR hat is under MY seat," David said reproachfully.
"Thanks babe," Spot joked and went down to get it. David frowned. I don't think he liked being called "babe" very much.
We all piled out of the airplane and over to the baggage claim area. "You guys get your stuff from the carousels," Jack called out to us. "Racetrack, Specs, and Bumlets, come with me! We're gonna get the rental cars from Hertz, alright?"
Itey stifled another giggle. "Why is our stuff on a carousel?" he wanted to know.
"It's what they call the conveyer belt that the luggage goes on," Crutchy explained.
"Really? Awesome!"
I would describe every little detail of how we got our luggage and waited for about ten minutes for our car to come, but I'll spare you. In short, it took 45 minutes to get the lot of us out of the airport and into the rental cars.
Man.
In that period of time, Itey managed to almost lose Mr. Freddy (how Mr. Freddy got out of his backpack in the first place is a mystery to me), Mush wanted to buy a cookie at the store cookie store even though I did everything I could to convince him that airport food is BAD and makes you puke, and Jack lost the keys to his rental car. That meant we all had to go around on out hands and knees for ten minutes until Snipeshooter found them by the garbage can.
This, of course, led David to lecture Jack on "What if the keys had actually fallen INTO the garbage can? THEN what would we do? What would we tell our parents?"
To which Jack replied that he hadn't been in touch with his parents for almost a year, so he didn't much care what they thought.
That did not make David very happy indeed. But in general none of us care too much about David and his speeches on responsibility, so sort of ignored him.
We found the cars in the garage and piled into them. I was in a Volvo with Specs, Dutchy, Itey (HELP!), and my beloved Snitch. God save the poor, unfortunate souls who were landed with Racetrack; he had somehow been elected driver AND he had his Nirvana CD with him.
I found myself squashed between Snitch and Itey in the back seat of our car, with Specs and Dutchy in the front. This proved to be rather dangerous, considering Dutchy leaned foreword every fifteen minutes and tried to start making out with Specs again. There were several times when we almost crashed into trees on the side of the road, and just narrowly escaped on account of the fact that Snitch has extraordinarily quick reflexes.
Guess how long the car ride was?
No seriously, guess.
Two hours.
Yeah, that's about as painful as it gets. I spent most of the ride concentrating on NOT concentrating on how Snitch's arm was brushing against mine, how he grinned at me when he cracked a joke.
I glanced out the window. From the looks of it, Mush and Blink were having a how-many-times-can-you-bump-your-head-against-the-roof-of-the-car contest, bouncing up and down in the back seat of their own car. Every time one of them hit his head particularly hard, there was a resounding BOOM! and he would blink, grin, and crack up before starting again.
Of course, Nirvana was blasting from Race's car. He had moved on from 'Lounge Act' and 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' and was now playing 'Breed':
"EVEN IF YOU HAVE, EVEN IF YOU NEED, I DON'T MEAN TO STARE, WE DON'T HAVE TO BREED! WE COULD PLANT A HOUSE, WE COULD BUILD A TREE! I DON'T EVEN CARE, WE COULD HAVE ALL THREE! SHE SAID, SHE SAID, SHE SAID, SHE SAID, SHE SAID, SHE SAID, SHE SAID!"
"RACE! COULD YOU TURN IT FRIGGIN' DOWN!" Crutchy yelled, leaning against the side of the car. It's really saying something that he had to yell; he was sitting in the passenger seat.
"NO!" said Race. He started laughing hysterically and sped up down the road.
All in all, only Bumlets' car was really calm. Of course every once in a while Snipeshooter burst into song, but he was soon smothered by Spot and scolded by Pie-Eater. Swifty said nothing (as per usual). He was reading Bumlets' boring book.
The scenery was really striking. There were a lot of trees and a lot of mountains and a couple little towns in the valleys. I occupied myself by staring out the window most of the time, trying not to look at Snitch. He was doing an Austin Powers Mad Lib with Itey, and his tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth.
Lord. I can't stand Snitch OR Itey in small areas, but for two very different reasons.
*
When we finally reached Beaver Creek, I was quite impressed. It was a very cute little town, especially for someone who was subconsciously expecting a creek filled with beavers in little tutus. And several of the mountains had been smoothed over for skiing.
We are all skiers, except for Jack, who snowboards. That means we all call him a traitor. Little does he know that no snowboards are allowed in Beaver Creek. I suppose we'll all have to teach him how to ski.
I am getting funny images again.
We were getting our luggage out of the trunk when Snitch pulled me aside by the sleeve of my T-shirt. "Dude, Skitts, y'alright?" he asked, looking concerned.
I can tell you one thing: I was most certainly NOT alright at the moment. His face was less than an inch from mine. Man, he's even cuter up close. I liked how his hair framed his face on one side.
"Uh. . .yeah, I'm fine," I said quickly. "Why?"
"You were just real quiet during the ride here. . .You just haven't been yourself lately, y'know? No, you wouldn't know." He shook his head, kind of confused. "Because you're the one who's. . .What I'm trying to say is, if you need anything just tell me, alright?"
I smiled. Like REALLY smiled. "Thanks, Snitch. Think I'll be fine."
Whoa. You know, this day started out like shit. I mean, not too long ago I was puking on the floor of the airport. . .but I suppose it didn't turn out that bad in the end, did it?
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Shoutouts!!!
Harlem: I love Nirvana too, and I love Kurt Cobain's voice. My Snitch!Muse likes to torture me, though. . .He likes U2 better. (Tries not to smack Snitch upside the head) Thank you so much for the review!!! Biiig hug from me, and from my Race because he thoroughly enjoyed your review. ;-)
SpotLover421: I shall have to include Mr. Freddy more for you! Itey is glad that you like him, even though Snitch claims that he smells weird. . .Don't ask, my muses are a strange bunch. I love Snitch/Skittery, too! Thanks for the review, you rock! (Heh, that rhymes! I love Snitch/Skittery too, thanks for the review! Wow, I'm a poet and I didn't know it!)
Nakaia Aidan-Sun: I just realized how cool your name is. I always just sort of glanced at it, but when I typed it I was like "WHOA!" Very cool, I like it a lot. . .Anyway, I'm glad you love my Itey! My Itey loves you too! lol, thanks for the review!
Thumbsucker Snitch: Hooray! You're like the GOD of Skittery/Snitch, and you liked it!!!!! Big hug for you and a cookie (if I can find one). . .And I totally agree, Skitts/Snitch is extremely yummy. Very fun to write. Thanks for the review! :-)
Bobcat:slashgoil: I actually have never even watched Veggie Tales, but my friend's always singing it to me so I decided to include it. . .I'm glad you like the story! I dunno if I even like this second chapter, but. . .whatever, thank you for the review!!!
Checkmate: Man, just gotta say I love your name! It just makes me think of when you finally win a chess game and you lean over and say in this real dramatic whisper "Checkmate." DUN DUN DUNNNNN! lol.anyways, thanks for the review!
Shakeseegirl: Froggy. lol, he just SOUNDS like a guy with a fantastic tongue! I'm sure Skitts would love to meet him. . .Yeah, Johnny Depp is VERY hott in Pirates of the Caribbean. Only in Pirates of the Caribbean, I guess. He's pretty freaky-looking in real life. Aaaaanyway, thanks a ton for the review! (And PLEASE update "Welcome to Beef Barn" soon, I'm dying!)
Author's Note: Thanks a TON, all of you, for reviewing!!! You guys are the best. I'm sorry this chapter was kind of dragged out. I just can't get enough of Snitch and Skittery and our beloved Newsboys, so. . .yeah. It's not that great. :-/ Please review! Thanks! And I'm sorry if things got messed up, my computer is being very very mean to me at the moment. . .
-Saturday