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I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
SpotLover421- Chicago airport really does have revolving toilets.
(Still Friday)
~Boots' PoV~
We eased into our good old lunch routine. Garret bought 25 pieces of pie, we sat down at our good old regular lunch table, and Spot ate a huge pile of Jos Louis. But today we had an addition.
"Why are you here?" Spot got right down to business.
"Well, I moved last year and this is now my district school so—"
Man was this kid stupid.
"I mean why are you here with us?"
"For lunch........." This kid knew none of the right answers.
Spot blinked (can you imagine.........) confused (?). "You don't need any help.........fitting in........."
The kid looked up from his purple Salisbury steak, "well, I don't fit in, but it's OK if I hang out with you anyways right?"
Spot looked outwardly amazed. He swallowed, composed himself and continued. "So, what's your problem? Why don't you fit in?"
He shrugged, "I'm a little temperamental, and paranoid. That's why people call me Skittery........." he trailed off like he had something more to say.
"And........." Spot prompted, edging him onward.
Skittery whispered something. I didn't hear but Spot did.
"What?" I hate being excluded.
"He's gay you nimrod!" Spot shook his head in disbelief. Luckily the cafeteria was noisy so no one heard. This was when I first noticed that Garret wasn't paying attention. He was presently having a love affair with a lemon meringue. I thought it best to leave him alone.
"So what's the problem?" I asked.
Now they both looked at me like I was off my rocker. But seriously, I didn't see a problem.
"Guys are uncomfortable around me because they're afraid I'll make a move on them or something."
Spot didn't look the least bit uncomfortable. I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable. "Don't worry, I don't mind. I'm very confident in my inner- self," says Buddha Spot, "people everywhere should have equal rights! What do you think of gay marriage? They're fine by me. Don't worry Skittery; we'll help you become comfortable with all of your traits. Good or bad," we? That's a new one........."what do you say?" Spot shoved a Jos Louis in his mouth.
"This sounds like a business deal." Skittery looked sceptical. I laughed, because it really did, but of course he agreed and Spot did what he does best, run other peoples lives.
"First you should try meeting other people with the same problem as you, you know, fitting in, being comfortable with yourself and all that. Maybe you should go to some underage clubs. I know some.........uh........." Spot tapped his chin in deep thought, "Crush, Pinstripe, Cloud 29, Tortoiseshell—"
"Uh, Spot?" Skittery cut him off with a grin," are you sure you're not gay?"
Spot laughed good-humouredly, "I have a girlfriend."
Skittery raised his eyebrows, "so?"
He made a fair point, how did Spot know about all of these clubs if he was straight? I think he's hiding something.........
"My cousin's gay."
Or that.
Skittery is starting to look nervous and skittish, "would you guys come with me?"
Now Garret heard that. He jerked his head up, mouth full of apple pie.
"I hope you're joking."
"Uh, Skittery," now Spot looked uncomfortable, "I could get my cousin to bring you."
Skittery looked a little crestfallen. "Oh, OK. Thanks Spot."
Spot climbed back on his horse. "No problem," he grinned proudly. Spot is really dense sometimes.
And that's when I said it. I don't know what made me do it; I guess I wasn't thinking, which is weird because I usually think too much. But I did it and I swear I was so surprised that I could have dropped dead.
"I'll go with you."
A/n: uh oh! Boots! Are you sure about that? Ha ha ha, but don't worry faithful readers, I know what happens. But that's all you're getting out of me (does happy-I-know-something-you-don't-know dance). Keep reading! And REVIEWING!!!! Please!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
SpotLover421- Chicago airport really does have revolving toilets.
(Still Friday)
~Boots' PoV~
We eased into our good old lunch routine. Garret bought 25 pieces of pie, we sat down at our good old regular lunch table, and Spot ate a huge pile of Jos Louis. But today we had an addition.
"Why are you here?" Spot got right down to business.
"Well, I moved last year and this is now my district school so—"
Man was this kid stupid.
"I mean why are you here with us?"
"For lunch........." This kid knew none of the right answers.
Spot blinked (can you imagine.........) confused (?). "You don't need any help.........fitting in........."
The kid looked up from his purple Salisbury steak, "well, I don't fit in, but it's OK if I hang out with you anyways right?"
Spot looked outwardly amazed. He swallowed, composed himself and continued. "So, what's your problem? Why don't you fit in?"
He shrugged, "I'm a little temperamental, and paranoid. That's why people call me Skittery........." he trailed off like he had something more to say.
"And........." Spot prompted, edging him onward.
Skittery whispered something. I didn't hear but Spot did.
"What?" I hate being excluded.
"He's gay you nimrod!" Spot shook his head in disbelief. Luckily the cafeteria was noisy so no one heard. This was when I first noticed that Garret wasn't paying attention. He was presently having a love affair with a lemon meringue. I thought it best to leave him alone.
"So what's the problem?" I asked.
Now they both looked at me like I was off my rocker. But seriously, I didn't see a problem.
"Guys are uncomfortable around me because they're afraid I'll make a move on them or something."
Spot didn't look the least bit uncomfortable. I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable. "Don't worry, I don't mind. I'm very confident in my inner- self," says Buddha Spot, "people everywhere should have equal rights! What do you think of gay marriage? They're fine by me. Don't worry Skittery; we'll help you become comfortable with all of your traits. Good or bad," we? That's a new one........."what do you say?" Spot shoved a Jos Louis in his mouth.
"This sounds like a business deal." Skittery looked sceptical. I laughed, because it really did, but of course he agreed and Spot did what he does best, run other peoples lives.
"First you should try meeting other people with the same problem as you, you know, fitting in, being comfortable with yourself and all that. Maybe you should go to some underage clubs. I know some.........uh........." Spot tapped his chin in deep thought, "Crush, Pinstripe, Cloud 29, Tortoiseshell—"
"Uh, Spot?" Skittery cut him off with a grin," are you sure you're not gay?"
Spot laughed good-humouredly, "I have a girlfriend."
Skittery raised his eyebrows, "so?"
He made a fair point, how did Spot know about all of these clubs if he was straight? I think he's hiding something.........
"My cousin's gay."
Or that.
Skittery is starting to look nervous and skittish, "would you guys come with me?"
Now Garret heard that. He jerked his head up, mouth full of apple pie.
"I hope you're joking."
"Uh, Skittery," now Spot looked uncomfortable, "I could get my cousin to bring you."
Skittery looked a little crestfallen. "Oh, OK. Thanks Spot."
Spot climbed back on his horse. "No problem," he grinned proudly. Spot is really dense sometimes.
And that's when I said it. I don't know what made me do it; I guess I wasn't thinking, which is weird because I usually think too much. But I did it and I swear I was so surprised that I could have dropped dead.
"I'll go with you."
A/n: uh oh! Boots! Are you sure about that? Ha ha ha, but don't worry faithful readers, I know what happens. But that's all you're getting out of me (does happy-I-know-something-you-don't-know dance). Keep reading! And REVIEWING!!!! Please!