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!
READ AND OPINION: It's a travesty! A TRAVESTY I tell you! My dad was playing my guitar and using my laminated picture of Itey and a pick! ITEY AS A PICK!!! AHH!
Shoutouts:
Coin- Race isn't silly, he's...confused. He misses his mommy and daddy...maybe...well, not, not really at all, but...uh...yeah. And I agree, go Skitts and Crutchy! Way to be friends!
Strawberri Shake- they never play Newsies on TV here. That sucks. They do, however, play Shaft and Robocop. Gabriel Damon was in Robocop 3 and Christian Bale was in Shaft. But he was the bad guy... I don't know how many fag-hags should be in the story, but if I can I'll work it in. I suppose...
A/n: we watched firework today because it is Victoria Day and everything is closed. Except the movies so I did that too. Before that I had soccer. After this I'm going to eat cabbage rolls. Yum. It's late.
(Still Tuesday)
Snoddy's PoV
I was scoping the cafeteria when I saw him. I actually almost missed him because his hair was a different colour.
"Skittery!" I waved to him.
He looked up and waved back.
I walked over and put my lunch down. "Can I sit here?"
Skittery nodded quickly and moved over so I could sit.
"This is Spot, Boots, Pigeon, Gar—"
"Pie Eater." Pigeon burst into unexplained giggles.
They honestly weren't the happiest looking bunch. Spot was fiddling with his fork, Boots looked tired and had very heavy bags under his eyes, Pie Eater just looked indistinct, like he wasn't sure what was going on, he was, however, surrounded by pieces of pie, and Pigeon—well, actually, she looked happy. Or maybe bubbly is the right word.
She grinned at me. "Do you like Skittery's hair?"
I reached up and stroked it and withdrew my hand, embarrassed. "Yeah, it looks good."
Skittery blushed and mumbled, "thanks."
Pigeon grinned wider. "I did it,' she noticed Skittery and I blushing, "hey, are you Snoddy?" she said this with a touch of mischief.
I nodded and popped open my Coke.
"So........." she rested her chin on her hand and gazed at me, "how'd you two meet?"
So Skittery's friends know about us. And more specifically, him. They're pretty close if it doesn't bother them.
"At this club called Horizontal. I asked Skittery to dance. And he said yes. That's about it."
Mr Tired-Boots looked up at me, "do you go there often?"
"Often? Well, I go about once or twice a month."
"Do you know one of the bartenders there? His name's Swifty."
I pause to think for a minute, and then I nod. "Yeah, he always wears a red hat?"
Boots nods hopefully.
"He's really nice. I think he lives over the bar or something."
He nods again and says, "I'm his tutor."
Something made me think he was more than that.
"I don't know much about him though."
Boots smiles anyways. I turn back to Skittery and Pigeon.
"How'd you meet Skittery?' I ask.
Pigeon beams, "I met him in the hall yesterday. Then I went over and dyed his hair! We're great friends!" she squishes Skittery into a hug. Skittery smiles slightly in what looks like a suffocated way.
"Pidge, you're hurting me. I can't breathe." He prised Pigeon's arms off his waist and took a breath of relief.
"Sorry Skittery is so HUGGABLE!" she gushed. "But you'd know that." She winked.
I blushed. Skittery blushed. Pigeon giggled loudly.
((So how was that? It was really one of the first Snoddy/Skitts interaction yet this fic. I love them! They're so cute! R&R!))
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!
READ AND OPINION: It's a travesty! A TRAVESTY I tell you! My dad was playing my guitar and using my laminated picture of Itey and a pick! ITEY AS A PICK!!! AHH!
Shoutouts:
Coin- Race isn't silly, he's...confused. He misses his mommy and daddy...maybe...well, not, not really at all, but...uh...yeah. And I agree, go Skitts and Crutchy! Way to be friends!
Strawberri Shake- they never play Newsies on TV here. That sucks. They do, however, play Shaft and Robocop. Gabriel Damon was in Robocop 3 and Christian Bale was in Shaft. But he was the bad guy... I don't know how many fag-hags should be in the story, but if I can I'll work it in. I suppose...
A/n: we watched firework today because it is Victoria Day and everything is closed. Except the movies so I did that too. Before that I had soccer. After this I'm going to eat cabbage rolls. Yum. It's late.
(Still Tuesday)
Snoddy's PoV
I was scoping the cafeteria when I saw him. I actually almost missed him because his hair was a different colour.
"Skittery!" I waved to him.
He looked up and waved back.
I walked over and put my lunch down. "Can I sit here?"
Skittery nodded quickly and moved over so I could sit.
"This is Spot, Boots, Pigeon, Gar—"
"Pie Eater." Pigeon burst into unexplained giggles.
They honestly weren't the happiest looking bunch. Spot was fiddling with his fork, Boots looked tired and had very heavy bags under his eyes, Pie Eater just looked indistinct, like he wasn't sure what was going on, he was, however, surrounded by pieces of pie, and Pigeon—well, actually, she looked happy. Or maybe bubbly is the right word.
She grinned at me. "Do you like Skittery's hair?"
I reached up and stroked it and withdrew my hand, embarrassed. "Yeah, it looks good."
Skittery blushed and mumbled, "thanks."
Pigeon grinned wider. "I did it,' she noticed Skittery and I blushing, "hey, are you Snoddy?" she said this with a touch of mischief.
I nodded and popped open my Coke.
"So........." she rested her chin on her hand and gazed at me, "how'd you two meet?"
So Skittery's friends know about us. And more specifically, him. They're pretty close if it doesn't bother them.
"At this club called Horizontal. I asked Skittery to dance. And he said yes. That's about it."
Mr Tired-Boots looked up at me, "do you go there often?"
"Often? Well, I go about once or twice a month."
"Do you know one of the bartenders there? His name's Swifty."
I pause to think for a minute, and then I nod. "Yeah, he always wears a red hat?"
Boots nods hopefully.
"He's really nice. I think he lives over the bar or something."
He nods again and says, "I'm his tutor."
Something made me think he was more than that.
"I don't know much about him though."
Boots smiles anyways. I turn back to Skittery and Pigeon.
"How'd you meet Skittery?' I ask.
Pigeon beams, "I met him in the hall yesterday. Then I went over and dyed his hair! We're great friends!" she squishes Skittery into a hug. Skittery smiles slightly in what looks like a suffocated way.
"Pidge, you're hurting me. I can't breathe." He prised Pigeon's arms off his waist and took a breath of relief.
"Sorry Skittery is so HUGGABLE!" she gushed. "But you'd know that." She winked.
I blushed. Skittery blushed. Pigeon giggled loudly.
((So how was that? It was really one of the first Snoddy/Skitts interaction yet this fic. I love them! They're so cute! R&R!))