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:
Almatari-of-Arda- she's a bitch because I wrote her that way. It's more interesting. And I have no idea as to the Angst thing, it's just the way it is I guess.
Hotspotslingshot- modern day
Jacky Higgins- I did read and review one of your works. Happy? It was good. And Michael is pure EVIL! Oh, and I forgive your plug.
Strawberri Shake- Dr Stevens...not a happy ending for her... mush ha ha! Actually, I don't think she'll end up having a definite ending, but whatever.
Coin- luckily my parents don't know about my nickname. I plan to keep it that way...
Erin Go Bragh- hmm. Double tonguing, curious.... That's cool-ish I guess.
(Still Saturday)
I rang Skittery's doorbell around noon.
A woman who I assumed was his mother opened the door, her face fell at the sight of me
"Hi, I'm here for Skittery."
She looked me over slowly before answering. "I'm sure you are."
Seconds later Skittery appeared in the hallway.
"Snoddy, what are you doing here?" he looked genuinely surprised. His mother looked smug.
I shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably. "Uh, Skitts, we're supposed to be meeting today at noon, remember? We talked about it on the phone…"
A look came over Skittery's face that could only be described as sudden remembrance.
"Mom, Snoddy and I will be in my room, OK?" he made for the stairs.
She cleared her throat. "Actually, William, I'd prefer if you stayed down here. In the living room or the kitchen."
Skittery shrugged and led me to the finely furnished room. it had two identical brown leather couches around a heavy wooden table. Skittery sat on one of the couches and I sat beside him.
"Listen, Snoddy," he said, "I'll have to postpone out," he paused, looked around and then whispered, "date."
"Why?" Was he blowing me off?
"Well, two reasons really, my friend Crutchy a few houses down has a physical disability and our school doesn't have an entrance ramp for him so I'm trying to organize a petition to get one built," he took a breath, "and Pidge let it slip to my parents that I'm gay. They haven't gotten over the initial shock yet."
So that explained the cold shoulder from his mom. "And they won't let you see me?"
"I don't know, I just don't want to force all this onto them right now, it's a lot for them to take in."
I tensed. His parents had no problem with us, Skittery's the one who's afraid of us. I kept running this through my head and it sounded bad.
"Is that OK?" Skittery leaned forward, gazing at me with wide eyes.
"Yeah, it's—" I swallowed and my stomach lurched. "It's fine. Listen, I have to go." And without further explanation I stood up and walked out of his house.
A/n: poor Swifty. Was Skittery really just standing him up? What do you think?