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- (almost faints) I thought you left!!! Yay! I missed you! As for the keeping Itey, I guess you can. But just for the next week, because I'm going on a cruise and I'm sure he'd be seasick. I like how this story ends, I've got it all planned out already...
Strawberri Shake- pushing the boys in a closet works out all problems. And Snoddy/Skitts are adorable.
Erin Go Bragh- do you ever talk to storybooks? If so, do they answer?
Coin- My friend got super-mad when I made Blink mad at Mush. She wrote hate mail all over my notebook!
(Still Wednesday)
—David's PoV—
"Want another one Hon?" asked the bartender. I recognize him as being the same one who was here the night I brought Skittery and Boots.
"Please," I mumbled, watching as he filled the glass again. I poured some whisky into it and he pretended not to notice.
"I think I remember you," I slurred, raising my head so I could see him.
He was gorgeous. He was skinny, being easily one half my weight. He measured in at about five foot two, so that he was probably the same height as me when standing if I was sitting on this barstool. His eyes were a colour brown that could closest be described as sandy, being amazingly light, but not quite hazel. His hair was short, straight and blonde. One strand constantly fell into his eyes so that he'd have to push it out while he was talking. His lips were rounded, heart-shaped ones, forever moving, even when he was silent because his smile was always changing.
"Yeah, I think I remember you, Hon. You were here with Sweet Cheeks." He smiled so that his cheekbones were more defined and rosy.
"That's Boots," I smiled stupidly. "And my name's David. You're pretty." I giggled and took a full-out swig from my flask.
"Well thanks Hon, but that's probably the whisky talking. I'm sure a nice boy like yourself haws a boyfriend anyways."
I stopped giggling. "I don't have a boyfriend. Jack's too up in the clouds to notice my. Plus," I lowered my voice to a whisper, "I think he's straight."
"Well, that's too bad Hon. I'm sure he doesn't know what he's missing."
Wait a minute! Was the bartender flirting with me? Maybe it was just the infamous bartender consoling where a stranger talks to the barkeep about his troubles.
"What's on your mind stranger?" the bartender would ask.
The stranger/I would answer, "My girl's leavin' me, I lost my money to a band of travelin' gypsies, my horse just died and I'm wanted in five states."
"What states?" the bartender would ask, shining a glass with his rag.
"Nervous, angr, impatient, disgusted and confused," the stranger/I would tell him.
"Well, stranger, things can only gat better from here."
Then again, what if he wasn't?
"You're pretty," I said again, still meaning it.
"How old are you, Hon?" he ignored my flattery.
"Eighteen," I smiled. "E-I-G-H-T-E-E-N!"
"You're a sweetheart. My name's Marshall. I'm twenty tomorrow."
"Happy Birthday." I leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss on him.
A tall girl walked by and slapped Marshall on the butt.
Marshall, what did I tell you about seducing customers so you would get a bigger tip?" she asked jokingly in a very strange voice.
"It was a birthday [resent Annie. No tip involved." He laughed a wiped his lips.
"Well, closing time's soon, but I'm sure he has more for you." She winked and I blushed deeply.
"My name's David."
"Hello David, my name's Annie. Do you fancy our Marshall here?" I realized what was strange about her voice, she was British.
"David 'fancies' a boy named Jack. He's one of them," said Marshall pointedly."
"Jack who?" I asked, because for a moment there Marshall made me forget.
A/n: sorry for taking so long. I was away. I'll be away also next week, so I was thinking about doing what I did last time and posting a super-long chapter. Thanks, please review and tell me what you think of David and Marshall…