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- confession time, I don't really know why he cared so much either. It was just something to write about and I had to include that song! And my friend, Sparks (who Pigeon is based on) has been saying SexySpecsie forever!!! It's like her thing...or something. (in regards to chapter 63) I like Algebra. I'm good at it! And yeah, Pidge blurts out stuff like that all the time.
Erin Go Bragh- I don't have any I'm system thingies. My computer is too slow...
Jacky Higgins- woot! I got complimented on the format! Imagine that...whatever, a compliment is a compliment! Thanks!
Just a random note, so everyone knows, Boots is all grown up in this fic. He's about sixteen and (if you can imagine) only just short of six feet. This was brought to my attention when SparkS said: "How big is Boots? Has he grown up at all?' and said: "Yeah, I guess. He's about sixteen'. Then she said: 'good, because otherwise Swifty could throw him around...' (I snickered) 'ew, not that way!'
Uh, that's all! Enjoy!!!
(Wednesday)
-Crutchy's PoV-
"My parents know I'm gay," Skittery told me when we were walking to school this morning.
"Really?" My backpack slipped down my shoulder, due to my neglect of it in shock. "You told them?"
Skittery shook his head. "Pigeon told them."
My eyes widened. "Isn't she you—" fag hag? "friend? The one who dyed your hair?"
"Yeah, she didn't know not to tell them I guess." Skittery looked a bit worried and very, very stressed.
"Are you—" I faltered, "Are you in trouble?"
Skittery shook his head again. "My dad's in shock. I think my mom's in denial. She thinks it's a joke or something."
"Denial s the first step," I said.
Skittery sighed and kicked a stone a good distance in front of us. "I guess."
"Don't be so down on yourself. You can't make yourself not gay."
That's when Skittery stopped walking. "Where'd you come up with that?" he inquired, his eyes large causing the green of them to almost glow.
"I dun no. I just thought of it now." I tried to shrug. It's very difficult to shrug with a crutch.
"You're right," Skittery started walking again, "It's not my fault, right? I can't be anyone but who I am."
I wanted to tell him like that sounded like a line from a cheesy song, but decided that it wasn't the best time. Instead I put on what I hoped was an encouraging smile. "Anyone but who you are," I echoed him.
This seemed like a good time to tell him, but I couldn't. I couldn't just say, out of the blue, 'I've decided to find my parents'. He still thought they were dead. But so far on one knew that I wanted to find them and how was I supposed to without help? I couldn't ask Uncle Kloppman, he's the one who has hidden all the evidence that ever existed. Skittery cared the most about learning who my parents were. So why was I so reluctant to tell the truth? After all, he'd told me.
-Itey's PoV-
I passed Bumlets in the hallway this morning. Bumlets! He was wearing his orange eyebrow rings again! He was also wearing his old Cradle of Filth t-shirt, baggy jeans and his wallet chains were hanging down his side.
"Bumlets," I called, "what happened?"
"With what?" He crossed the hall towards me.
"Your brush with the popular."
I knew he knew what I meant, but he pretended not to and shrugged.
"Where's Spring?" I asked. From what I knew of her she wouldn't like this.
"I broke up with her," said Bumlets simply.
From behind me came a pair of crushing arms, knocking the wind out of me.
"Itey!" I hugged Mountie back. "Oh, hi Bumlets. What happened to you?"
Go Mountie! Ask the questions that matter!
"Nothing happened! I just broke up with Spring."
Mountie raised her eyebrows. "That's the biggest 'just' of the year. By lunchtime everyone will know that Spring dumped you."
"But she didn't. I dumped her." Mountie nodded wisely, her braided hair bobbing up and down. "I know that you and you know that, but I'm pretty sure that's not the version she'll be telling everyone."
Bumlets opened his mouth to make another comment when the period bell sounded.
"C'mon Itey! We've got English." Mountie grabbed my arm and pulled me away.
"Bye Bumlets! I called over my shoulder, "See you at lunch!"
Bumlets waved goodbye and turned down the hall.
A/n: yeah! Bumlets is back! Go Bumlets! Sport that Mohawk! Review!!!