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:
Jacky Higgins- what do you mean 'might'? POST IT!! I'LL READ IT!! Please? Thank you!
Coin- (basks in the infinite love of Coin) thanks. It was just a kiss though, really.
Shadowsdancingdragon- I love CAMP! No, this isn't posted anywhere else, I do have a link for it in my webpage, which is in my bio but it will bring you back to fanfiction. If you suggest anywhere I could post it I might try there. And yes, there is more Race. Think about it, he still has another issue to sort out. As for the quote-els: 'I watched my junior prom from the bushes'…or something. I haven't watched CAMP in so long…sniffle
Erin Go Bragh- there's a reason I didn't put anything there. You have to use your imagination. Or, to put it another way, I don't really know either. They…uh….had an uber-make out fest. I hope that satisfies you.
Strawberri Shake- 'Berri do you have a cola and chocolate fetish? That's….kinky…hmm…yuck. Cola.
—Swifty's PoV—
I anticipate lunchtimes now. That's when Boots calls, it's the best part of the day. He always calls between 11:25 and 11:30.
"Hi Swifty, it's me."
"Hi, how was class?" I think I ask him this every day. He always answers the same way…
"It was fine. Listen, I've got to talk to you about Jack."
If it weren't him I would have hung up on him. But it was Boots so I didn't.
He continued. "He really wants to talk to you. He says he's sorry. Swifty, I don't know his very well," damn right you don't, "—but he seems sincere. Please call him, Swifty. It'd mean a lot to him."
"I don't—"
"Swifty, please. Here's his cell phone number, just call him, OK?"
I jotted down the number. "Fine. Whatever. Bye."
He hung up and I stared at Jack's cell phone number.
"You've reached the phone of Jack Kelly. I'm not available, so please leave a message after the tone. Beep!"
"Hi Jack. It's Aaron. Call me back if you want to talk. And say 'hello' to Mom for me, please?"
[End Swifty. End Boots]
—Crutchy's PoV—
"Crutchy! I got enough signatures!" Skittery ran down the hall towards me, waving his petition in the air.
I smiled and commented encouragingly. "Great. Thanks a lot Skittery—"
"And I just talked to Mr Pulitzer. He says we'll begin construction on the ramp. No argument or anything!"
"Yeah, I'm really happy. Skittery, it was really great of you to do this."
He beamed.
"Can you help me out after school?"
"Sure, no problem. What for?"
"I'm going to City Hall…"
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"Check for Reggie and Brenda Thornhill."
I typed in their names to City Hall's mainframe. Beside me Skittery did the same but clicked 'related articles' next to the results.
"I think I found something." He squinted at the screen and read the article out loud.
"Two citizens of Queens, New York were victims of an early morning hit-and-run. They have been identified as eighteen year-olds, Reginald Thornhill and Brenda Thornhill. Thus far their families remain unknown, as does the whereabouts of their young son, Eric Thornhill.
"The offender of their deaths is in custody at Upper-Manhattan's police department. Any persons with information of Reginald and Brenda Thornhill, the location of their families, or witnesses to their deaths should call 1-800-COPPER."
Deftly I leaned over and pushed 'print'.
"Let's go," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes.
Skittery nodded and stood up. I folded the article carefully, placed it in my pocket, and walked through the front door.
[End Crutchy]
—Kid Blink's PoV—
Mush is so…I don't know. The only way I can describe him is breathtaking, but that doesn't even seem like the right word. Still, it is the word that describes how I feel when I see him: like someone's hit me in the stomach, it's like I'm getting punched every time he shoots me that amazing smile.
And yet, I'm mad at him. He calls and I tell him to stop. How can I resist his voice over the phone? I think I'm going to die from pure longing.
Tomorrow is the play. How can I be sure I won't run across the stage and kiss him when he walks on? How can I be sure that I can resist the awesome temptation that is Scott Meyers? Answer: I can't.
Face your demons read a fortune cookie I got once. I don't think I ever have, except to kiss Mush in the first place. In the first place. That's right, I started it all, so am I really going to be the one to end it? Do I even want to? No, I don't.
Yet, surprisingly, he's the one calling every five minutes to apologize.
Ring, ring, ring!
"Blink, it's Mush. I'm really sorry about what I did. Bumlets…I don't know what I was thinking. Please, just for—"
"Mush. Just get some sleep."
"Um…OK. Goodnight Blink. I really miss you."
"Good night."
"I…"
I lowered the receiver.
"love you."
I caught my breath in my throat. Did he really just say…? I held the receiver to my ear once again. "I love you too Mush. Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow. We can talk."
Click
[End Mush]
A/n: a lot of PoVs in that one. I think the next chapter will be the last. However, there will be a summary following that I will post. Just review this one for now though. Tell me if you like the endings so far.