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- that review was…deep. And hurry and post ALL your fiction. Plus, I wish my town had a hat shop!
Coin- I don't think my town even has a city hall.
Strawberri Shake- (imagines you chasing and lassoing a boy) that's…great! I, personally, hate colas, they give me headaches. And Crutchy's story is over. He'll just live with a sense of security.
Erin Go Bragh- of course they're back together! I couldn't break up the boys!
—Bumlets' PoV—
I agree, at times I am an idiot. For example, it's entirely my fault that Racetrack is suspended. The only time he's ever been mad at me before is when Snitch and I got in a fight. Snitch is a very influential person in Racetrack's life, so how does he relate to Spot? What connection does Race feel to Spot?
"Racetrack, I—"
"I'm sorry Bumlets."
What?
"I really regret punching you in the face like I did. Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I guess. Race, do you—"
"My house is so boring."
He sounded like he was in a good mood despite this and I told him so.
"I am." He laughed. "Spot came over today all rockered out. He looked better before, though."
I imagined Spot with his hair spiked up, wearing my clothes. I struggled not to laugh.
"I'm sure he did."
==
"It's time for dinner," I told him when my mom called me.
"OK, I guess I'll see you this weekend."
"Yeah. I'll call you tomorrow."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Click
"I'm sorry Race," I whispered into the dead phone before hanging up as well.
[End Bumlets]
(Friday)
—Skittery's PoV—
Backstage is very dark and hectic. If they turned the lights up everyone would be able to find their things and there would be less stumbling around. Unfortunately the buy-out kids were already filing in and a bright backstage wouldn't be as 'aesthetically pleasing'.
"Showtime! Places everyone!"
I saw Blink slip through the curtains to take his place onstage. Mush stood by the side, waiting for his cue. They smiled and wished each other good luck.
From the immediate stage Miss Larkson introduced us. "Thank you all for coming out to support the school production of Romeo and Juliet…"
==
At four o'clock we made our bows, extra loud applause was awarded to Dutchy and Spring, which wasn't surprising, considering they were the stars. Specs smiled from the front row at Dutchy. A few seats from his Snoddy watched me.
"Good show," Dutchy commented as we exited the stage.
"You were awesome," I told him. He had done really well, not messing up a single line.
Blink walked over and shook Dutchy's hand. He was slowly being surrounded by cast members. Spring stood alone in the corner.
"How're things with you and Mush?" I asked Blink as we walked away.
He smiled weakly. "Everything's back on track."
Behind him Snoddy stood in the doorway.
"I've got to go," I told Blink, making my way towards Snoddy.
"Ready to go?" he asked, holding out my coat for me.
—David's PoV—
Marshall and I walked hand-in-hand down New York harbour. It was a buy-out day at school so it made next to no difference that I was skipping school.
Even now I knew I looked years older than Marshall even though he was twenty officially as of yesterday. In this relationship I was the man and that's the way I liked it. I liked feeling that I had control for once. I liked the feeling of Marshall next to me.
We drew in to sneak a kiss and I almost died on the spot. Fighting his way thorough the groups of tourists was Mr Jack Kelly himself.
"David!" he shouted, remembering my name for once.
Marshall and I turned to face Jack. "Who's that?" whispered Marshall under his breath.
"Jack," I muttered back. Enough said, no more questions were asked.
"Yeah?" I asked when Jack got closer.
"You're just like Sarah!" he blurted. "I need you!"
Despite my current feelings toward him my heart skipped. Marshall tightened his grip on my hand and I was jolted back to reality.
"This is Marshall."
Jack, rudely, ignored this. "I need to talk to you about Sarah! Does she still want me?"
Why did I ever like Jack in the first place? He's so…
"She doesn't know who you are. Just leave her alone and get on with your life." I pulled Marshall with me as I walked away.
I remember that night they got caught. The night that changed our lives forever. The night I brought him his clothes and he walked away from me in the dead of night in on that damp street. Except this time, I'm the one walking away as he's swallowed, forgotten, but the crowds.
[End David. End Jack.]
—Racetrack's PoV—
Dr Stevens has toned down on the whole nickname thing since that day. I still stand by the fact that she works and follows my father's orders. She's just a pawn in his intricate plan of ruining my life.
We sit in her office, such has become routine.
"Anthony, what has life been like with your family since your brother and father have been home regularly?" she asked.
I noticed that, for the first time, she didn't have her notebook or a multitude of files about me.
"It's been hell," I admitted. "I got suspended the other day and I'm not saying it's totally their fault, but at the end of the day none of it would have happened if they stayed wherever they were in the first place."
Dr Stevens smiled sadly and gave me a look that surprisingly read that she felt for me. "I think that's enough for today. I'll call your parents in."
I stood to leave.
"Oh, no. You stay here for this."
==
"I think I've figured out the best treatment for your son."
"About time," my father muttered. I'm sure he would have continued about how much this was costing him, had my mother not shot him a warning look.
"I've decided that it would be wise for the family to attend therapy. Together. All of you."
My father's eyes bugged out amazed at such a daring suggestion that he attend therapy.
"Thank you very much doctor. Let's get home now," my mother whispered.
When we got home, while we were standing in the foyer, my mother hugged me for the first time in years.
"Everything will be OK. It'll all work out. We've just got to try harder," she told me. She was crying as she held me and I let her.
We stood like that for a long time.
[End Racetrack]
—Snoddy's PoV—
The elevator ride up to my apartment seemed to take hours. Skittery and I stood stiffly beside each other.
A cold sweat grew on my forehead. I swallowed nervously.
"It's OK Snoddy. If your family's as you say they are they'll have no problem with us."
The hallway grew as we walked towards it, the door running away too fast for us to catch it. Then, suddenly, we were right outside.
"Ready?" he asked.
I nodded and pushed the door open.
==
"It's so nice to meet you!"
My mother looked at me and grinned in approval of Skittery.
Skittery smiled uncomfortably and shot me a sideways look, finding my hand under the table.
"Mom? Dad? I have something to tell you. " I swallowed and could feel the tempo of my heart picking up.
Skittery squeezed my hand tighter and I continued, "I'm gay."
[End Snoddy. End Skittery.]
—Kid Blink's PoV—
The buy-out was a success. We filled the whole gym with kids who wanted out of class. Not that we cared about the reason: an audience is an audience.
Sitting front and centre were my parents. I grew jittery at the sight of them. I hadn't spoken to them since I ran away from Mush's house weeks ago. Now here they were, watching me.
Mush failed to meet my eye when he noticed them.
So, he'd set it up, eh? I hated and loved him for it at the same time.
==
"Blink, see you Monday?"
"Yeah, see you later Rain."
"Nathaniel? Honey, can we talk to you?" My mother had appeared at me side, looking meek and feeble.
"Sure." My heart beat faster, growing more nervous about the news she could possible be bringing.
"You were amazing. Imagine, my little boy on stage! I'm so proud of you!"
Just cut to the point, would you?
"And I—I want you to move back in. please come home Nathaniel! We miss you so much!"
Of course! "I missed you too Mom. I missed you a lot."
She kissed me on the forehead and my whole family walked out of the school and drove home.
Things were back on track. Finally.
[End Kid Blink]
—Dutchy's PoV—
"Awesome show!" Everyone gathered around me, shaking my hand and pressing flowers in.
I thanked and congratulated so many people I thought it would never end.
Eventually the crowd cleared and Specs was standing in the open, waiting for me.
"Great show," he smiled and held out my jacket for me, "Wanna get outta here?"
"Sure," I was relieved at the suggestion. I wanted to go eat something. Badly.
He put his arm around my shoulders and we walked off the stage.
"I'm tired of playing Romeo," I admitted. "I've been playing the part for weeks and I'm exhausted of him. I just want to go back to me now."
Specs smiled. "You've always been you. I've always known and loved you as Dutchy. Not as Romeo."
And then he kissed me.
Goodbye Juliet. I don't need you, I found my own Romeo. I'll take Romeo and Romeo any day. It's revised, but it's the way I like it.
[End Specs. End Dutchy}
[End]
[Summary Still to Come]
A/n: That's ALMOST the ending. I hope you all like it. Tell me what you thought, if you're mad for a specific reason, etc. Also tell me if there's a certain character that you want to know what happened to. I'll try to update again in a week because I'm in the Mediterranean for a while. Cheers and Bon Voyage to me! Hope you all have summer adventures while I'm gone!