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Chapter 15
General PoV
"Do you know what I hate the most about parties?"
"What?" Granny reached under a table, swiping at a discarded streamer.
"Cleaning up." Pigeon rested her head against the table ledge and closed her eyes.
"Who brought streamers anyways?" Touch pulled the last of them out from under the table and shoved them into a garbage bag.
"I don't know, but they weren't allowed," said a new voice.
"Skittery!" all three of them shrieked at the same time.
"Sorry, the DJ's gone. You'll have to go somewhere else to dance." Pigeon snickered and stood up. "I'll go with you though." She grabbed his arm and batted her eyes jokingly.
"Please, no more dancing," begged Skittery.
"Keep it down, I'm listening to this tape!" shouted Mush from the bar where he was listening to the tape again.
"Specs, are you gay? If you're not I hope you don't mind."
"We should get back, there's nothing we can do now, they'll have to undo the rope to make it right again."
The tape played those lines over and over again.
"Has Dutchy always been gay?" asked Blink, looking confused. "I've known him for a long time, but I didn't know this."
"I don't think he ever was. Do you think he caught it?" asked Mush, looking as confused as Blink.
"Uh, Mush, I don't think you can catch homosexuality." Blink raised his eyebrows and fixed Mush with a gaze that obviously read 'are you an idiot'?
"Are you sure? I thought it could be a twenty-four hour thing. Y'know what I mean? Like it'll go away if you take care of yourself and stuff..."
"Mush?" called Rubix from where she had resumed 'work' on her laptop (going on game sites and playing solitaire).
"Yeah?"
"Stop talking before you make a complete fool of yourself."
"Uh...so you can't catch homosexuality, right?"
"Mush, I said stop talking. Go ask your mother."
Mush pouted, pushed 'rewind', and prepared himself to watch the tape again.
"I think Mush likes watching them kiss..." hinted Jack from where he stood beside the pool table, aimlessly chalking his cue.
"I do not!" shouted Mush, picking up a pool ball and hurling it at Jack's head. Luckily he missed.
"Mush, no throwing things!" Blink sat him down firmly at a stool and glared. "You'll break something."
"Everyone please shut up," muttered Skittery, though not loud enough for anyone to hear.
"Wow, guys, it's really late." David checked his watch and turned to survey the room. "We should start to get home."
"OK." Jack put his cue back on the rack and waited for Mush and Blink. "Where's Spot?" he asked, noticing that he was missing.
David shrugged. "He ran off with that Irish girl."
"Her name's 'Ireland'," corrected Touch. "She's a groom."
"Whatever," David shrugged, "Spot left with her."
Jack snickered immaturely and Skittery glared at the wall. Mush and Blink were watching the tape. Again.
"Are we going or not?" asked David. "It's almost midnight. My shift ended six hours ago!"
"Why don't we just stay here?" suggested Blink. "By the time we get back it'll be time to leave again."
"We can't stay here!" burst out Skittery. "I'm not staying in a room with three obsessed girls and a kid who thinks you can catch homosexuality!"
"I'm not driving all the way home," countered Jack, "I'm friggin exhausted and I can't drive when I'm this tired."
So Skittery was stuck. How could he get home without Jack's car?
"I'll go find Dutchy and tell him we're staying. One of you should find Spot." Blink disappeared out the door.
"I have to find Sarah and tell her I'm not going home. I'll be back in a minute."
Left in the room was Rubix, Touch, Pigeon, Granny, Jack, Skittery and Mush.
"Wanna...uh...play cards?" asked Rubix, standing up and approaching a table.
"Do we have cards?" Touch sat down next to her, ready to play.
"I don't..." she looked around, "But Racetrack does!"
Laying a few tables away, going completely unnoticed, was Racetrack. He was breathing heavily, guaranteeing his deep sleep.
"How can he be asleep?" Pigeon looked at him. "We were so loud."
"Race is a heavy sleeper, once he's down it's wise not to wake him up. He usually hits me." Jack frowned and eyed his sleeping friend.
"Best we just leave him," agreed Mush, matter-of-factly.
After minutes of discussion of what they should do, Jack disappeared to get horse blankets from the stables and Skittery and Blink pushed the pool tables out of the way so there'd be room for sleeping. Or lack thereof.
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"Dutchy, move over."
"Shut up. I'm trying to sleep."
Laughter. "Skittery, do you ever loosen up?"
"I'm perfectly loose, thank you very much. Just go to sleep, we have to work in the morning."
"Is Racetrack still sleeping at the table?"
Jack stood up and checked. "Yeah. He's not waking up anytime soon."
Skittery groaned. "Guys, it's already two in the morning. Go to sleep!"
"Fine. Goodnight."
In a chorus everyone chanted "David!"
"Nighty night Skitts."
"Touch, just go to sleep."
((END CHAPTER! Phew, I just wrote that and wasn't even sure what was going on. But, all I can say is, SLUMBER PARTY! I tried to update this on the weekend but my computer wouldn't let me. SO now I'm at school...heh heh heh...))
OK, the results from the Mr America pageant are as follows:
Bathing suit- Muah (was there ever any doubt?)
Evening Wear- There's a lot for this because there was no constant answer. Racetrack, Snitch, Jack and Skittery.
Question and Answer- David. No argument there.
Talent- once again, a lot of ties here. Jack, Skittery and Mush
Plus, I'd like to add, a good number of people said that Mush would win overall and same for Blink. Now, on to the shoutouts!
Shoutouts:
Almatari-of-Arda- you do not get the mean shoutouts, you're just too sensitive! (sticks out tongue)
Sapphy- (laughs at thought of Blink crying) it really is funny you know.
Fantasy3- I bet Pulitzer spits when he talks, what do you think? Agree? Good! Muah ha ha...
Cassies Grandma- (giggles immaturely) boys like you! That's sweet, did you actually talk to him? This is totally off topic, but on a school trip to Quebec this year we saw a guy who looked like Crutchy, only with more hair. She stood next to him, made a lot of noise until he turned around. Then she snapped a picture of him and ran back onto our bus.
Ireland O-Reily- I see that you're never going to judge in Mr America! If they ever have a Mr America...
BrooklynGrl- I didn't mean Justin! Ahh! (shiver) I meant the newsies for their bathing suits!!! I'm going to have nightmares now!
Written Sparks- I still think that poor Skittery is uptight. He's so grumpy. It's cute!
Jacky Higgins- I've never seen Miss America either, but I have seen Miss Congeniality.
Phez- wha...?
Chapter 15
General PoV
"Do you know what I hate the most about parties?"
"What?" Granny reached under a table, swiping at a discarded streamer.
"Cleaning up." Pigeon rested her head against the table ledge and closed her eyes.
"Who brought streamers anyways?" Touch pulled the last of them out from under the table and shoved them into a garbage bag.
"I don't know, but they weren't allowed," said a new voice.
"Skittery!" all three of them shrieked at the same time.
"Sorry, the DJ's gone. You'll have to go somewhere else to dance." Pigeon snickered and stood up. "I'll go with you though." She grabbed his arm and batted her eyes jokingly.
"Please, no more dancing," begged Skittery.
"Keep it down, I'm listening to this tape!" shouted Mush from the bar where he was listening to the tape again.
"Specs, are you gay? If you're not I hope you don't mind."
"We should get back, there's nothing we can do now, they'll have to undo the rope to make it right again."
The tape played those lines over and over again.
"Has Dutchy always been gay?" asked Blink, looking confused. "I've known him for a long time, but I didn't know this."
"I don't think he ever was. Do you think he caught it?" asked Mush, looking as confused as Blink.
"Uh, Mush, I don't think you can catch homosexuality." Blink raised his eyebrows and fixed Mush with a gaze that obviously read 'are you an idiot'?
"Are you sure? I thought it could be a twenty-four hour thing. Y'know what I mean? Like it'll go away if you take care of yourself and stuff..."
"Mush?" called Rubix from where she had resumed 'work' on her laptop (going on game sites and playing solitaire).
"Yeah?"
"Stop talking before you make a complete fool of yourself."
"Uh...so you can't catch homosexuality, right?"
"Mush, I said stop talking. Go ask your mother."
Mush pouted, pushed 'rewind', and prepared himself to watch the tape again.
"I think Mush likes watching them kiss..." hinted Jack from where he stood beside the pool table, aimlessly chalking his cue.
"I do not!" shouted Mush, picking up a pool ball and hurling it at Jack's head. Luckily he missed.
"Mush, no throwing things!" Blink sat him down firmly at a stool and glared. "You'll break something."
"Everyone please shut up," muttered Skittery, though not loud enough for anyone to hear.
"Wow, guys, it's really late." David checked his watch and turned to survey the room. "We should start to get home."
"OK." Jack put his cue back on the rack and waited for Mush and Blink. "Where's Spot?" he asked, noticing that he was missing.
David shrugged. "He ran off with that Irish girl."
"Her name's 'Ireland'," corrected Touch. "She's a groom."
"Whatever," David shrugged, "Spot left with her."
Jack snickered immaturely and Skittery glared at the wall. Mush and Blink were watching the tape. Again.
"Are we going or not?" asked David. "It's almost midnight. My shift ended six hours ago!"
"Why don't we just stay here?" suggested Blink. "By the time we get back it'll be time to leave again."
"We can't stay here!" burst out Skittery. "I'm not staying in a room with three obsessed girls and a kid who thinks you can catch homosexuality!"
"I'm not driving all the way home," countered Jack, "I'm friggin exhausted and I can't drive when I'm this tired."
So Skittery was stuck. How could he get home without Jack's car?
"I'll go find Dutchy and tell him we're staying. One of you should find Spot." Blink disappeared out the door.
"I have to find Sarah and tell her I'm not going home. I'll be back in a minute."
Left in the room was Rubix, Touch, Pigeon, Granny, Jack, Skittery and Mush.
"Wanna...uh...play cards?" asked Rubix, standing up and approaching a table.
"Do we have cards?" Touch sat down next to her, ready to play.
"I don't..." she looked around, "But Racetrack does!"
Laying a few tables away, going completely unnoticed, was Racetrack. He was breathing heavily, guaranteeing his deep sleep.
"How can he be asleep?" Pigeon looked at him. "We were so loud."
"Race is a heavy sleeper, once he's down it's wise not to wake him up. He usually hits me." Jack frowned and eyed his sleeping friend.
"Best we just leave him," agreed Mush, matter-of-factly.
After minutes of discussion of what they should do, Jack disappeared to get horse blankets from the stables and Skittery and Blink pushed the pool tables out of the way so there'd be room for sleeping. Or lack thereof.
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"Dutchy, move over."
"Shut up. I'm trying to sleep."
Laughter. "Skittery, do you ever loosen up?"
"I'm perfectly loose, thank you very much. Just go to sleep, we have to work in the morning."
"Is Racetrack still sleeping at the table?"
Jack stood up and checked. "Yeah. He's not waking up anytime soon."
Skittery groaned. "Guys, it's already two in the morning. Go to sleep!"
"Fine. Goodnight."
In a chorus everyone chanted "David!"
"Nighty night Skitts."
"Touch, just go to sleep."
((END CHAPTER! Phew, I just wrote that and wasn't even sure what was going on. But, all I can say is, SLUMBER PARTY! I tried to update this on the weekend but my computer wouldn't let me. SO now I'm at school...heh heh heh...))
OK, the results from the Mr America pageant are as follows:
Bathing suit- Muah (was there ever any doubt?)
Evening Wear- There's a lot for this because there was no constant answer. Racetrack, Snitch, Jack and Skittery.
Question and Answer- David. No argument there.
Talent- once again, a lot of ties here. Jack, Skittery and Mush
Plus, I'd like to add, a good number of people said that Mush would win overall and same for Blink. Now, on to the shoutouts!
Shoutouts:
Almatari-of-Arda- you do not get the mean shoutouts, you're just too sensitive! (sticks out tongue)
Sapphy- (laughs at thought of Blink crying) it really is funny you know.
Fantasy3- I bet Pulitzer spits when he talks, what do you think? Agree? Good! Muah ha ha...
Cassies Grandma- (giggles immaturely) boys like you! That's sweet, did you actually talk to him? This is totally off topic, but on a school trip to Quebec this year we saw a guy who looked like Crutchy, only with more hair. She stood next to him, made a lot of noise until he turned around. Then she snapped a picture of him and ran back onto our bus.
Ireland O-Reily- I see that you're never going to judge in Mr America! If they ever have a Mr America...
BrooklynGrl- I didn't mean Justin! Ahh! (shiver) I meant the newsies for their bathing suits!!! I'm going to have nightmares now!
Written Sparks- I still think that poor Skittery is uptight. He's so grumpy. It's cute!
Jacky Higgins- I've never seen Miss America either, but I have seen Miss Congeniality.
Phez- wha...?