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A/n: First off, I realized, with help from some, that I messed up the end of last chapter. Here it is revised for you!

"Specs?"

"What do you want?" Specs glared at Dutchy.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes."

"Why? I didn't do anything!"

"Yes you did. You're a jerk. Just leave me alone."

Dutchy watched as Specs walked away.

"I just want to talk to you!" he called after him. "I've had time to think!"

Before he knew it Dutchy had turned him around. Specs drew in his breath as he stared him in the eyes.

"I didn't burn the tape." And he kissed Specs.

And now, onto the actual chapter!!!

Chapter 18

David

In my house everything is still. Les has gone to bed and Sarah is out with one of her many boyfriends. Or maybe with Pinch. The phone rings.

"Hello?" I pick it up.

"Good evening sir. I am with Practical Reliable Anonymous Northern Keepsakes. I'd like to ask you a simple question. This will only take a moment of your time."

"Um…OK…"

"Is your refrigerator running?"

What the…

"Yeah, I think so."

"Would you go check please?"

I stand up, walk to the kitchen, open the fridge, shut it, and open it again. "My fridge's running," I tell them.

"Well then" dramatic pause "you'd better go catch it!" I hear a downpour of laughter before they slam the phone down.

OK, that was weird.

Surprisingly, no more than two minutes later, the phone rings again. This time it's Jack.

"Hi."

"I just got the strangest telephone call."

Jack laughs loudly. I have to hold the phone away from my ear. Thirty seconds later, when I bring it back to my ear, he is still laughing.

"What's so funny?" I ask dumbly.

"That was—" he gasps, "Spot and I. You are such an easy target." In the background I can hear Spot laughing.

"I hate you. Both of you." I am laughing too. What idiots.

Spot has the phone now. "Practical Reliable Anonymous Northern Keepsakes? Think about Davey, think long and hard."

Practical Reliable Anonymous Northern Keepsakes…what's weird about that? It's stupid sure, but—

"PRANK, you moron! It stands for 'prank'. You've been punked!"

"Spot?"

Spot continues laughing, but manages a "Yeah?" between rough giggles.

"Just stop calling me. And Jack too. I'm going to bed."

Dutchy

I am sitting on my bed, turning the tape over in my hands. Every time I turn it over it still reads the same thing and I'm sure what it contains on the inside hasn't changed. It's still got that vital moment in my life when I kissed Specs.

I stare up at my small television, wondering if I should watch it, and staring back down at it. I dare not view my walls because it would ruin the tense aura. They're pink. Maybe that's how it happened. My parents thought I'd be a girl so they painted my room pink. They never changed it and I think this is why I'm who I am. The colours of my damn room.

Not only are the walls pink, but the bedspread is lacy and frilly.

"We don't want the room to clash," was their explanation to the comforter choice.

The closet is pink, the window fixtures are pink, the dresser and bookshelf are pink (each book fitted with a pink book cover), even the TV my mom has had spray-painted pink. Why the hell would they do that?

My sister (whose room is coincidentally navy blue. They thought she would be a boy) walks in on me.

"What's that a tape of?" she asks, taking it from my hands before I answer. One side of the tape reads 'King's Quest Security'. She spots it and grins happily. "Ooh! Let's watch people making fools of themselves!" And without further discussion she has rammed the cassette into the tape player and pressed 'play'.

I watch in horror as Specs and I enter. We struggle for a few minutes with the rope before falling into the water. Next we kiss. My sister ejects the tape.

"Why do you have strange sex tapes in your possession?" she asks, trying to sound like a cop.

Sex tape? It's not a sex tape! It was just a kiss!

"That's not sex! That's just me and—"

"You? That was you? Who are you making out with in a slimy old amusement thing?"

She moves to put the tape back in, but I grab it from her, blushing. "It wasn't really me."

She rolls her eyes. "Sure it wasn't. I'm telling Mom and Dad."

She leaves my room, bellowing at the top of her lungs about how I'm a sick pervert who lures people into King's Quest so I can seduce and impregnate them. Luckily no one listens to her that often anyways so my parents pay he no heed. I should have burned the tape when I had the chance.

But something reminds me of kissing Specs earlier today. No, I take it back. I'm glad I didn't burn it.

[End Chapter]

((Isn't that sweet? He doesn't regret not burning the tape? All together now: aww!)) ((Oh, and review!!!))

Shoutouts:

Rubix the cube- I can't wear that shirt because I'm seriously lacking in that particular area. It's the Asian in me, I swear! Not to mention that I don't live on the Prairies…Where'd you see it? I saw it at…Bluenotes…I think… And I'm glad you found the quote funny. Makes me proud!

Checkmate- yeah, I'm not the horse fan out of my friends. Arrow and Pinch (who are based on real people) are. I just ask them for suggestions or make up stuff that sounds right.

Almatari-of-Arda- I met Shexy Specsie look-alike! And (pounds you) never again shall we speak of Alex-style! NEVER! Or Buttons-style for that manner.

Fantasy3- actually, Dutchy didn't burn the tape, but I didn't catch it and I'm the writer. And I did have fun in Montreal, thanks! Yum, Specs…

Strawberri Shake- I saw short dark ones, tall light ones, but no tall and dark ones. Sorry. I did, however, see a Specs look-alike. And take his picture!!! Yeah!!! What are considered the Prairie states? The provinces are Manitoba, Alberta and Saskatchewan in Canada.

Sapphy- I'd probably wear it all minus the hat…this is Déjà vu. I already said that, didn't I? I told you this already, but you can post my fiction if you want. Oh, and (as said before) Fire and Rain and The Men of Confidence (my favourites) and Travelin' Soldier (which seems to be everyone else's favourite). Come to think of it, put up any of them you want.

Written Sparks- it's not the perfect shirt for me. I'm NOT well-endowed. And I DON'T live on the Prairies, I live in Ontario.

Bobcat:Slashgoil- it doesn't take much to get you going, does it? when I want my friend to stop being grumpy I say 'Skittery' or 'Portman' (from Mighty Ducks…Aaron Lohr) or "Portman doing the Egyptian' or 'Portman reading poetry'. Yeah, she's so cute!

Aura- the accent is what makes it ten times better! All accents!

Shooter O'Brien- on the second day I suffered computer withdrawal. I quite randomly said "oh no! I haven't been online for over twenty-four hours'.

Alex- that's my name! Moving on, thanks for catching that, I fixed it, see? Dutchy seems shy so it's hard to write him.

Pidge- Hon, please keep to my fic next time. Your last who-knows-how-many reviews have been about Goodwill.