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:
Strawberri Shake- he may have run away from home but his family's still stinkin' rich. He must have a platinum hiding somewhere...
(Still Monday)
Skittery's PoV
"Pidge, why are you doing this?"
"Huh? Hold still Hon." She dunked my head back into the sink.
Pigeon found me today. I don't know how, but she just sort of gravitated toward me. It went something like this:
"Hi! Are you Skittery?"
"Unh hnnh.........why?"
"I'm Pigeon! I'm going to be your friend!"
"Um.........why?"
"You are gay, right?"
Nod.
"Good, that's all I need to know."
And then she linked arms with me and walked me to lunch.
Now she's dying my hair, which I wouldn't exactly mind, except that she won't tell me what colour she's doing it.
"Pidge, are you almost done?"
"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses."
"Is my scalp supposed to burn?"
"No, why? Is it?"
"Nah, I was just wondering."
She poured an extra large bucket of water onto my hair. I shivered.
"Pidge, what colour is my hair going to be?"
She grinned madly but didn't answer.
"Blonde?"
"Maybe."
"Red?"
"Maybe."
"Black?"
"Maybe."
"Brown."
"Maybe."
"Pink?"
"Yes."
"Are you serious?" I jumped a little.
"No. Skittery, just calm down. You'll see in a minute."
She sat me up, wrapped a towel around my head, and turned me to face the mirror. She dried my hair with the towel and removed it to reveal platinum blonde.
"You dyed my hair BLONDE???" I flipped.
Pigeon giggled, "no silly. I had to bleach your hair before I could dye it. Settle down."
She shoved me backward and slopped something cold and goopy onto my hair. When she finished she put a clear shower cap on my head, underneath the slop was green coloured and I only wished that my hair didn't turn that colour.
We walked to your bedroom and sat across from each other on my bed.
"Pidge, why do you like me?"
"Gee, Skitts, what a question. You're a nice guy."
I blinked at her. "That's not why."
She grinned. "Sure it is."
"Then why'd you ask if I was gay?"
She blushed. "It sounds stupid, but I like gay boys. I like how they chose what they wanted and not what society expects of them," she paused, "and gay boys are more fun to hang out with."
"You're not........."
She laughed light-heartedly. "No, I'm as straight as an arrow. Boys are pretty."
"Arrows go crooked." I hinted.
"What is it with boys and lesbians? Even gay boys are always on the look for gay girls. Is there some sort of secret going on here?"
"No, there's a difference," I explained, "straight guys like lesbians because they're sick bastards who want to watch girls have sex. Gay boys want to meet lesbian girls because they're female versions of them."
"Really?"
I nodded, hoping that I sounded sincere.
"Oh, I'm still straight though."
"OK, that's alright. So.........do you have a boyfriend?"
She blushed. "No. Boys are only nice to look at, not much so for anything else."
I frowned in concentration. "I guess. My friends are OK. They're boys. And Snoddy's nice."
She grinned, "Snoddy who?"
"My.........uh.........friend. I met him the other night at a.........uh.........place." God, that was weak.
"Oooh!" she grabbed my pillow and flopped down on her stomach. "Spill! Spill! I smell boyfriend! Yay, yay, yay! Skittery's already got a man!"
.............................
"It's time to rinse off your head!" exclaimed Pigeon, jumping off the bed and dragging me by the elbow towards the bathroom.
"Slow down Pidge! Slow down, slow down! You're hurting my elbow! My elbow Pidge! ELBOW!!!"
"Blah, blah, blah. You're such a whiner. Just sit down and I can get the goop off your hair." She shoved me into the in front of my counter and pushed my head over the sink. She turned the water on to warm and rinsed of the dye, shampooing it in the process.
"Ready to see it?" Pigeon dried my hair with a new towel. "Ready?" she was smiling so wide that I thought her face would explode with teeth.
I nodded and she pulled the towel off.
Staring beck in the mirror at me was a chocolate brown haired version of me.
"Do you like it?" Pigeon was next to giddy with laughter.
It looked OK. Honestly, it wasn't too bad it made me look mysterious.
I smiled, "as long as it's not blonde."
"Of course not. Fake blondes are so passé."
Good thing she said 'fake', because Pigeon is a very natural-looking shade of blonde.
A/n: OK, Pidge is actually based on my friend SparkS. She loves Skittery. She says if he won't love her she should at least be his fag hag. Who am I to deny her such an...uh...honour?
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:
Strawberri Shake- he may have run away from home but his family's still stinkin' rich. He must have a platinum hiding somewhere...
(Still Monday)
Skittery's PoV
"Pidge, why are you doing this?"
"Huh? Hold still Hon." She dunked my head back into the sink.
Pigeon found me today. I don't know how, but she just sort of gravitated toward me. It went something like this:
"Hi! Are you Skittery?"
"Unh hnnh.........why?"
"I'm Pigeon! I'm going to be your friend!"
"Um.........why?"
"You are gay, right?"
Nod.
"Good, that's all I need to know."
And then she linked arms with me and walked me to lunch.
Now she's dying my hair, which I wouldn't exactly mind, except that she won't tell me what colour she's doing it.
"Pidge, are you almost done?"
"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses."
"Is my scalp supposed to burn?"
"No, why? Is it?"
"Nah, I was just wondering."
She poured an extra large bucket of water onto my hair. I shivered.
"Pidge, what colour is my hair going to be?"
She grinned madly but didn't answer.
"Blonde?"
"Maybe."
"Red?"
"Maybe."
"Black?"
"Maybe."
"Brown."
"Maybe."
"Pink?"
"Yes."
"Are you serious?" I jumped a little.
"No. Skittery, just calm down. You'll see in a minute."
She sat me up, wrapped a towel around my head, and turned me to face the mirror. She dried my hair with the towel and removed it to reveal platinum blonde.
"You dyed my hair BLONDE???" I flipped.
Pigeon giggled, "no silly. I had to bleach your hair before I could dye it. Settle down."
She shoved me backward and slopped something cold and goopy onto my hair. When she finished she put a clear shower cap on my head, underneath the slop was green coloured and I only wished that my hair didn't turn that colour.
We walked to your bedroom and sat across from each other on my bed.
"Pidge, why do you like me?"
"Gee, Skitts, what a question. You're a nice guy."
I blinked at her. "That's not why."
She grinned. "Sure it is."
"Then why'd you ask if I was gay?"
She blushed. "It sounds stupid, but I like gay boys. I like how they chose what they wanted and not what society expects of them," she paused, "and gay boys are more fun to hang out with."
"You're not........."
She laughed light-heartedly. "No, I'm as straight as an arrow. Boys are pretty."
"Arrows go crooked." I hinted.
"What is it with boys and lesbians? Even gay boys are always on the look for gay girls. Is there some sort of secret going on here?"
"No, there's a difference," I explained, "straight guys like lesbians because they're sick bastards who want to watch girls have sex. Gay boys want to meet lesbian girls because they're female versions of them."
"Really?"
I nodded, hoping that I sounded sincere.
"Oh, I'm still straight though."
"OK, that's alright. So.........do you have a boyfriend?"
She blushed. "No. Boys are only nice to look at, not much so for anything else."
I frowned in concentration. "I guess. My friends are OK. They're boys. And Snoddy's nice."
She grinned, "Snoddy who?"
"My.........uh.........friend. I met him the other night at a.........uh.........place." God, that was weak.
"Oooh!" she grabbed my pillow and flopped down on her stomach. "Spill! Spill! I smell boyfriend! Yay, yay, yay! Skittery's already got a man!"
.............................
"It's time to rinse off your head!" exclaimed Pigeon, jumping off the bed and dragging me by the elbow towards the bathroom.
"Slow down Pidge! Slow down, slow down! You're hurting my elbow! My elbow Pidge! ELBOW!!!"
"Blah, blah, blah. You're such a whiner. Just sit down and I can get the goop off your hair." She shoved me into the in front of my counter and pushed my head over the sink. She turned the water on to warm and rinsed of the dye, shampooing it in the process.
"Ready to see it?" Pigeon dried my hair with a new towel. "Ready?" she was smiling so wide that I thought her face would explode with teeth.
I nodded and she pulled the towel off.
Staring beck in the mirror at me was a chocolate brown haired version of me.
"Do you like it?" Pigeon was next to giddy with laughter.
It looked OK. Honestly, it wasn't too bad it made me look mysterious.
I smiled, "as long as it's not blonde."
"Of course not. Fake blondes are so passé."
Good thing she said 'fake', because Pigeon is a very natural-looking shade of blonde.
A/n: OK, Pidge is actually based on my friend SparkS. She loves Skittery. She says if he won't love her she should at least be his fag hag. Who am I to deny her such an...uh...honour?