Disclaimer—I don't own Newsies, nor any other Media references I may make.
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:
None, but granted, I posted really quickly.
(Saturday)
~Boots' PoV~
The week is over and it's SATURDAY!!! I'd be double this excited if I weren't so nervous. I don't have any homework, I don't have any soccer practice, I don't have any homework, I don't have any.........anything else, but I do have a commitment to Skittery.
So I tried to comb my hair, but I realized that my hair is un-combable. I tried ironing my shirt but then it got all of these really obvious folding creases. Then I stopped trying because I realized that we were going to a gay bar and I'm not gay.
Spot's cousin picked me up at 8:30. I've seen him around school but I didn't know that he was gay; he sure didn't look too gay. But, then again, neither did Skittery. The cousin didn't look too happy either.
"Hi. David, right?"
He nodded and scowled, "Ben?"
"Boots." This was a very stimulating conversation.
"Oh. We're going to pick up that other kid.........uh, Skittery."
"OK." I really didn't know what I was going to say to this guy.
"So.........what's your story?" Once again, I hate being excluded.
He tensed but didn't answer.
"Well?"
He glared at me, "I'm in love with my sister's boyfriend."
"Oh."
"What's your story?" He looked complied to ask.
"I don't have one."
He laughed, but it wasn't a friendly laughter, it was a rough accusing laugh.
"I really don't."
"That's a lie and you know it. What's up? Got dumped by your boyfriend? Rejected by your crush?"
I blinked, "I'm not gay."
He scoffed, "sure you're not, sure you're not. Why would you be here otherwise?"
I clenched my teeth and stared out the window.
It remained uncomfortably silent as we drove on. We pulled up the driveway of a small, narrow townhouses.
David honked very loudly and furiously, coaxing Skittery outside. He ran out, looking very ruffled and happy, wearing black jeans and a RENT t- shirt.
"Oh. My. God. A flamer." David watched as Skittery circled the car.
"Huh?" I blinked again. Skittery climbed in.
David turned to me, "do you know what RENT is?"
I shook my head, was this some sort of gay sex thing? Wow, am I out of it.
Skittery grinned mockingly at me, obviously happy to show off his knowledge of weird gay stuff. "It's about people living in The Village. Hi, I'm Skittery." Skitts offered David his hand.
David ignored him and pulled out of the driveway. Skittery coughed slightly and deliberately before settling back into his seat.
"So.........where are we going?" I tried to remember some of the places Spot had mentioned.
"Horizontal," David said bluntly, turning onto a busy road.
That wasn't one of them. "I haven't heard of it."
"You did say that you weren't gay didn't you?" David didn't wait for an answer, "exactly. If you're not gay you've probably never heard of it."
We pulled into a rundown parking lot and got out. I noticed that David didn't bother to lock the doors.
It was starting to rain as we walked through the darkened lot and I stepped in a puddle. It soaked through my shoe and my sock squished as I stepped. David pulled open a beat-up door and ushered us in.
"Shouldn't we use the front door? Skittery looked around the dim foyer curiously, smiling happily.
"Just go through genius." David pointed towards a much nicer door that read 'Horizontal'—ironically—vertically.
"Um, OK." Skittery went through first. The room behind was very full and a wordless song was blaring over the speakers. The dance floor was packed with teenage boys. David led us over to the bar.
A short guy wearing a very tight salmon coloured shirt strutted over. "What'll it be Sweet Cheeks?"
I looked around before realizing he was talking to me, "um..........a rum and Coke?"
"Sorry Sweet Cheeks, this is an underage club. I can't serve alcohol. Anything else?"
"Just a Coke then, thanks."
"Soda water." David didn't make eye contact.
"Iced tea," Skittery grinned.
I rolled my eyes, "Iced tea? What a pansy drink."
"Hel-lo!" Skittery gestured towards the dance floor, "gay bar."
Our drinks came quickly and someone asked Skittery to dance. He left—grinning madly—and disappeared into the throng.
David slouched over to a corner, glaring at the crowd. The only thing that could have perfected his gloomy aura was a couple dozen cigarettes and a cloud of stale smoke.
I jingled the ice around in my glass. A guy wearing all denim and a red baseball hat sat down beside me.
"Hi." He smiled. His teeth were really white. Maybe he used Crest Whitestrips.
"Hi." I crunched my ice.
"I'm Swifty." He offered his hand.
"Boots." I shook it.
"So, I was thinking Boots," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "would you like to dance?" he smiled again.
"I'm sorry, I can't."
"Boyfriend?" He wasn't smiling so much anymore.
"No, I'm straight."
Swifty looked me over slowly. "If you say so." He walked away.
"Why didn't you dance with him Sweet Cheeks?" asked the bar man (although I'm sure he wouldn't mind being called a bar maid). He was shining a glass with a very dirty rag and it reminded me of an old black-and-white Western movie.
"I'm. Straight."
He answered me with much the same tone as David had, "of course you are Sweet Cheeks."
I gazed out onto the dance floor and spotted Swifty at the edge, looking around slowly. How pathetic.
"Come on Sweet Cheeks. Go dance with the poor boy. He looks awful lost."
The bar maid was right. Swifty looked like a lost puppy dog. I sighed very loudly, downed the rest of my ice, and headed over.
"Swifty? I guess I'll take you up on that offer........."
I swear to God his face lit up. He grabbed my arm and led me toward the centre. He was actually pretty cute. Shut up Boots. I am straight. I am straight. Just keep telling yourself that.
A/n: OK, OK, all you people out there who like the pairs to remain constant, I'm sorry, this story messes around with them CONSTANTLY! R&R anyways people!
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:
None, but granted, I posted really quickly.
(Saturday)
~Boots' PoV~
The week is over and it's SATURDAY!!! I'd be double this excited if I weren't so nervous. I don't have any homework, I don't have any soccer practice, I don't have any homework, I don't have any.........anything else, but I do have a commitment to Skittery.
So I tried to comb my hair, but I realized that my hair is un-combable. I tried ironing my shirt but then it got all of these really obvious folding creases. Then I stopped trying because I realized that we were going to a gay bar and I'm not gay.
Spot's cousin picked me up at 8:30. I've seen him around school but I didn't know that he was gay; he sure didn't look too gay. But, then again, neither did Skittery. The cousin didn't look too happy either.
"Hi. David, right?"
He nodded and scowled, "Ben?"
"Boots." This was a very stimulating conversation.
"Oh. We're going to pick up that other kid.........uh, Skittery."
"OK." I really didn't know what I was going to say to this guy.
"So.........what's your story?" Once again, I hate being excluded.
He tensed but didn't answer.
"Well?"
He glared at me, "I'm in love with my sister's boyfriend."
"Oh."
"What's your story?" He looked complied to ask.
"I don't have one."
He laughed, but it wasn't a friendly laughter, it was a rough accusing laugh.
"I really don't."
"That's a lie and you know it. What's up? Got dumped by your boyfriend? Rejected by your crush?"
I blinked, "I'm not gay."
He scoffed, "sure you're not, sure you're not. Why would you be here otherwise?"
I clenched my teeth and stared out the window.
It remained uncomfortably silent as we drove on. We pulled up the driveway of a small, narrow townhouses.
David honked very loudly and furiously, coaxing Skittery outside. He ran out, looking very ruffled and happy, wearing black jeans and a RENT t- shirt.
"Oh. My. God. A flamer." David watched as Skittery circled the car.
"Huh?" I blinked again. Skittery climbed in.
David turned to me, "do you know what RENT is?"
I shook my head, was this some sort of gay sex thing? Wow, am I out of it.
Skittery grinned mockingly at me, obviously happy to show off his knowledge of weird gay stuff. "It's about people living in The Village. Hi, I'm Skittery." Skitts offered David his hand.
David ignored him and pulled out of the driveway. Skittery coughed slightly and deliberately before settling back into his seat.
"So.........where are we going?" I tried to remember some of the places Spot had mentioned.
"Horizontal," David said bluntly, turning onto a busy road.
That wasn't one of them. "I haven't heard of it."
"You did say that you weren't gay didn't you?" David didn't wait for an answer, "exactly. If you're not gay you've probably never heard of it."
We pulled into a rundown parking lot and got out. I noticed that David didn't bother to lock the doors.
It was starting to rain as we walked through the darkened lot and I stepped in a puddle. It soaked through my shoe and my sock squished as I stepped. David pulled open a beat-up door and ushered us in.
"Shouldn't we use the front door? Skittery looked around the dim foyer curiously, smiling happily.
"Just go through genius." David pointed towards a much nicer door that read 'Horizontal'—ironically—vertically.
"Um, OK." Skittery went through first. The room behind was very full and a wordless song was blaring over the speakers. The dance floor was packed with teenage boys. David led us over to the bar.
A short guy wearing a very tight salmon coloured shirt strutted over. "What'll it be Sweet Cheeks?"
I looked around before realizing he was talking to me, "um..........a rum and Coke?"
"Sorry Sweet Cheeks, this is an underage club. I can't serve alcohol. Anything else?"
"Just a Coke then, thanks."
"Soda water." David didn't make eye contact.
"Iced tea," Skittery grinned.
I rolled my eyes, "Iced tea? What a pansy drink."
"Hel-lo!" Skittery gestured towards the dance floor, "gay bar."
Our drinks came quickly and someone asked Skittery to dance. He left—grinning madly—and disappeared into the throng.
David slouched over to a corner, glaring at the crowd. The only thing that could have perfected his gloomy aura was a couple dozen cigarettes and a cloud of stale smoke.
I jingled the ice around in my glass. A guy wearing all denim and a red baseball hat sat down beside me.
"Hi." He smiled. His teeth were really white. Maybe he used Crest Whitestrips.
"Hi." I crunched my ice.
"I'm Swifty." He offered his hand.
"Boots." I shook it.
"So, I was thinking Boots," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "would you like to dance?" he smiled again.
"I'm sorry, I can't."
"Boyfriend?" He wasn't smiling so much anymore.
"No, I'm straight."
Swifty looked me over slowly. "If you say so." He walked away.
"Why didn't you dance with him Sweet Cheeks?" asked the bar man (although I'm sure he wouldn't mind being called a bar maid). He was shining a glass with a very dirty rag and it reminded me of an old black-and-white Western movie.
"I'm. Straight."
He answered me with much the same tone as David had, "of course you are Sweet Cheeks."
I gazed out onto the dance floor and spotted Swifty at the edge, looking around slowly. How pathetic.
"Come on Sweet Cheeks. Go dance with the poor boy. He looks awful lost."
The bar maid was right. Swifty looked like a lost puppy dog. I sighed very loudly, downed the rest of my ice, and headed over.
"Swifty? I guess I'll take you up on that offer........."
I swear to God his face lit up. He grabbed my arm and led me toward the centre. He was actually pretty cute. Shut up Boots. I am straight. I am straight. Just keep telling yourself that.
A/n: OK, OK, all you people out there who like the pairs to remain constant, I'm sorry, this story messes around with them CONSTANTLY! R&R anyways people!