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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:

Sloane Miette- I love CAMP! And Spitzer! And Michael!!! Whoo hoo! Oh yeah, and Newsies...

(Saturday)

David's PoV

"What are you crying about?"

I stood in the door of Sarah's bedroom. She was blubbering, curled up in her bed, surrounded by tissues. Her blinds were shut and I'm pretty sure she hadn't moved since this morning when she woke up.

"Go—go away David." She blew her nose.

"If it's not bad enough that you'll tell me, then it's not bad enough to cry about."

"Fine, you want to know? I went out to Jack's stupid stable thing because we can't see each other at school because you'll know and you're a damn nark and would tell Mom and Dad," I opened my mouth to protest, but thought better of it, "and we can't go on dates or come here because they're suspicious about everything now, and Jack never let me go to his house."

"Getting to the problem soon........."

"And I saw Jack at the stable—which smelt, by the way—and he was making a date with some weird stable girl. And he looked happy. David, he looked happy. How am I supposed to compete with that? He never looked that happy with me, and I pretty sure he wasn't high either. David, it's all coming apart, how could he move on so quickly? It's all coming apart!" she started sobbing loudly, neglecting the tears streaming down her face.

We're not very good at being a compassionate family, but I've seen enough movies to know what I should do. I sat down at the side of her bad and held Sarah close, in what I hoped was a comforting, brotherly hug. She melted into me and continued crying, only softer now.

"Oh David, it's all coming apart. Everything's falling apart."

And I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to feel. This is what I wanted, isn't it? A Sarah-free Jack? So why do I feel so miserable?

Bumlets' PoV

I was sitting on a giant, pink, cupcake-esque chair, waiting or Spring. She insists we go shopping, which is really her trying on dozens of outfits and me carrying her bags for her. She's bought me clothes too, but I can only wear them in an out of character sense with high confidence. For example, I'm wearing a short-sleeved polo shirt she's got me with my immensely baggy jeans, orange eyebrow rings, gelled Mohawk, and jet-black dog tags. She frowned very deeply when she saw how I'd combined her beautiful shirt, but didn't say anything.

This store has a security guard and he's been standing at the entrance since we came in. I think he's suspicious of me, thinking that I'll probably steal something from this woman's clothing store, don't you know, not only am I a depressed 'punk' teenager, I'm also a closet transvestite. Honestly.

So I glare at the wall, jutting out my bottom lip in what I hope is an apish fashion to freak the security guard out. It works, because he stiffens and makes it quite obvious that he's watching me.

Outside the frosty pink window people were passing by, just coming from the cafeteria, eating corndogs and iced cream. Now I'm really hungry.

You have to understand, I'm sitting on a cupcake, scowling at a frosty window, hungry beyond belief, wearing a polo shirt. I thought this day would never come: the day when I would allow a girl to boss me around.

That's when I saw Itey walking outside with a tall girl.

Sitting in a girly boutique is amazingly boring so I jumped at the opportunity to go talk to someone sane. I ran past the relieved security guard and into the mall.

"Itey!" I called.

He turned and smiled when he saw me. "Oh, hi Bumlets."

Him and the girl stopped to talk. She smiled and introduced herself as Mountie. Itey was beaming.

"So, why are you here?" Itey looked around me. Expecting to find a row of mini-Bumlets'?

"Spring dragged me shopping." I rolled my eyes.

Mountie laughed. "Where?"

I reluctantly pointed to the sugary pink shop. Itey and Mountie laughed louder. Seconds later Spring appeared at the door of the store wearing a pink skirt and a pink sweater set. It was pathetic how much she matched the shop.

"Bumlets!" she called.

I said goodbye and went back to Spring. I heard Itey make a whip-cracking sound behind me.

So I'm whipped, and Itey's already got a girlfriend-like girl. Oh, what a wonderful life.

A/n: whchu! he he he, Bums is whipped. R&R people! I need self-esteem!