No correct guesses on the college yet, but I'll be giving out lots more hints, and you are allowed to guess more than once! Just pay close attention- if you really look, there are some things that I've already said that are exclusive to this college…This is fun.

Also…just to pay homage to a newsie who is much too often overlooked, all you Pie Eater fans have something to look forward to! He's going to become an important character pretty soon…

Shout Outs!

Oxymoronic Alliteration – AH, my first reviewer! Your teacher calls them wands? That's…even more retarded than 'clickers', haha. It's only gonna get hotter from here on out! And your guess is wrong, but pretty soon I'm gonna drop bigger hints, so keep watching…

Eagle Higgins-Conlon – Patience, my friend. I'll try to update this daily, though it might be hard over the weekend.

Erin Go Bragh – Wrong guess, but keep trying! It'll get easier to figure out, I promise. Yeah, I know Specs and Dutchy are a bit stereotypical, but that's because they're comic relief. I didn't think Blink and Mush were acting stereotypical…guess I'll have to work on that. And please…don't ask why Blink was under the bed; you probably don't wanna know. And don't worry; I don't believe in love at first sight either…except for Snitch and Skitts. It just…fits.

Saturday – Aw, well thanks! And you can thank my Dutchy!Muse for the whole Uzbekistan thing. Came straight from his twisted mind. And yes, Blink the computer genius is the coolest thing ever.

CitrusPeach – Aw, thanks! I think it's adorable just cause…well…it's Snitch, for cryin' out loud. And Skitts. That's automatic adorable-ness.

Bobcat: slashgoil – Well, don't fall off. Here I am, saving the day with wonderful Snittery, Sputchy, and Blush fluffiness!

Alexandria Duncan – Damnit, you mentioned the closet. You know what happens when you mention the closet!!! (( glares at two muses in particular, who try their best to look innocent )) You owe me a big, gooey chocolate chip cookie for putting thoughts in their heads.

Strawberri Shake – I love this idea too. I'm really enjoying writing this! And yes, Specs is insane, but at least he balances out the pair with his logic. Hacker!Blink does rock, VERY much so. And don't be scared of Skitts! Love Skitts!

On to the story, YAY!

You know all those kids who complain because they don't want to be lawyers and their dads are making them? Well, imagine the situation in opposite, and you've got me.

My dad wants me to go into business, while I'd rather go into the criminal justice system. Figures my life would be screwed up like that. So, instead of making a decision one way or the other, I went into college with my major proclaimed as 'undecided'.

It's not often a guy goes to college, knows exactly what he wants to do with his life, and declares his major 'undecided'.

Those were the kind of thoughts I was thinking when I was supposed to be doing homework for German. But instead of writing out the practice sentences my feet were propped up on the desk, my gaze was on the fish tank, and my hand was tapping the pencil on the blank sheet of paper. I looked up at Pie Eater, my roommate, who was still fast asleep in his loft.

I sighed heavily. Why couldn't I just be as sure as him about everything? Of course, I certainly didn't want to be in his situation; his family was broke, so he was trying to work a job at the local Outback Steakhouse to support his education as an architecture major. He almost never slept anymore, just for a half hour or so between classes. It wasn't strange for me to wake up at 3:30 am to see him coming in from a night of work at the architecture building.

But no matter how hard it was for him, I was still jealous. He knew what he wanted, his family supported his decision, and he never once complained.

Meanwhile, I was still in mental turmoil over everything.

I had to do something to get my mind off that subject. I picked up the profile that Blink had printed for me, looking over the paper with the same intense interest that I had the night before.

Maybe Blink was right; maybe this guy was out of my league.

"Sigh a little louder, why dontcha?"

My head snapped up and I saw Pie Eater looking down at me, a quizzical expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, Pie…didn't mean to wake you up," I said quietly.

"Nah, I needed to get up anyway. I have my architectural history class at noon," he said, jumping down from the loft. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

"Nothin' important."

He frowned and glanced at the paper over my shoulder. I should've known he would; if curiosity could kill, this kid would've died a thousand deaths in the past week.

"Hey! Isaac Von Lorne! I know him," he said with a smile.

"You do?" I asked, immediately looking up at him. Pie seemed taken aback by my eagerness.

"Uh, yeah…he went to my high school," he said with a shrug.

"Were you friends with him?"

Now Pie was grinning mischievously. "Since when were you so interested in my high school friends?"

"Since, uh…well…"

"Thought so. But really, don't get your hopes up."

I blinked. "Why not?"

Pie sat down at his desk, gathering his books for his next class and taking a deep breath as if he were about to start a long story. "Nobody at our school knew him very well, but from what I heard, this is the story. His dad is some multi-millionaire surgeon, a real prick, but his mom died about four years ago. So…Isaac never really gave up trying to make his dad happy after that, you know? And his dad wants him to get a PhD. So this guy never dated in high school, never went out to social functions, never did anything like that. He was always studying. Ended up being valedictorian even though every single class in his senior schedule was AP or Honors."

Well, now Blink's theory that this guy was unattainable was becoming more and more probable in my mind. "But…does he want to be a doctor?"

Pie shrugged. "Who knows? He's painfully shy. Only time he talked was when he had to for a grade. The rest of the time he was just…quiet."

I sighed again. "Why do I always pick the impossible ones?"

"Well, at least you've got good taste. I mean, he is hot."

I raised an eyebrow at him, and he snickered. "I've gotta get to class. See you later, Snitch."

He walked out, and I promptly walked to our big, orange, tattered recliner chair by the window and plopped down in it. My life was only getting more screwed up by the second. But something else was bothering me now.

What if Isaac was in the same position as me? What if he didn't want to be a doctor, and that was only his dad's dream for him? You're trying to make this out to be a bad soap opera, I thought bitterly. He probably wants to be a doctor, make his millions, marry a pretty girl, have a few kids…

The phone suddenly jolted me out of my thoughts, and I got up and walked to where it should've been. However, I had to toss Pie's boxers off the phone before I could pick it up; he was so disorganized…

"Hello?"

"Heya, Snitchy, it's Specs."

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

"Not much. Could you tell me what the Astronomy homework was? I didn't get it written down cause someone was distracting me!" he said, obviously directing a few parts of that sentence away from the phone and toward the other person in his room.

"Sure. Hang on."

I looked around for my backpack, but I didn't see it where I normally put it beside the door. I frowned, looking around the rest of the room, but it was nowhere to be seen. Maybe Pie had moved it when he came in last night.

"Hey, can I call you back on that?" I said to Specs, and he agreed and I hung up the phone. I searched for close to ten minutes, but still, no backpack. I sat down, trying to think of where I last had it.

Blink's room. I had set it on the floor beside Mush's bed when I went there. I must have left it there.

I picked up the phone and dialed Blink's number, and it rang eleven times before I gave up. They were either at class or busy with something else that I didn't want to think about.

I sighed once again; I knew Specs would get into one of his 'paranoid nervous' moods if I didn't tell him what the assignment was, but I had no idea when Blink or Mush would be back in their room.

My eyes suddenly locked on the profile laying on my desk, and quite suddenly I realized that it had Isaac's phone number on it. If I called him…well, he would think I was stalking him or something. How would I explain how I got his number? Well, there was an online gradebook with the names, phone numbers, and e-mail addresses of everyone in the class. I could've gotten it from there.

I stared at the phone for a moment, wondering if I could really do this. I might freeze up upon hearing his voice, or I might stutter and make myself sound like a total idiot…

But I had to get that assignment, right? Valid excuse.

My hand shaking, I reached over and picked up the phone, taking my sweet time dialing the number. Maybe he wouldn't be there. Maybe he was at class or something.

It rang once. Twice. Three times. Then, finally, someone picked up.

"Hello?"

I started to speak but couldn't for a moment. I just sat there, nervous as hell as my mind forgot how to tell my mouth to speak.

"Uh…Hello?"

Finally my mind kicked into gear. "Hey, is Isaac there?"

A pause. "Isaac? You're callin' for Isaac?"

"Um…yeah."

Another pause. "Hang on, man, I'll get him."

Well…it seemed that Isaac didn't get phone calls very often. And I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or scared to death that he was actually there.

I heard the boy yell at Isaac to come get the phone, and after a short, muffled conversation, I heard the phone switch hands.

"Hello?"

For the second time in that conversation, my brain froze. That voice, just a perfect, smooth voice…it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Hello?" He asked again. I noticed that his voice was really cute when he was confused, and logged that in my "things to remember every detail of" brain file.

"Um, hey Isaac. It's Snitch. Well, actually Scott, but my friends just call me Snitch. I'm, uh…in your Astronomy class, I sat next to you…I got your number out of the online gradebook."

A long pause. "Okay…Did you want something?"

Oh, I want you, I want you so bad, a whole lot more than this damn assignment…

"Oh! Yeah. I was wondering if you could tell me what the assignment was."

"You wrote it down, didn't you?"

Oh, that made me happy beyond words. He'd actually noticed something that I did! He was actually watching, or at least glanced at me at that moment. Briefly I wondered exactly what I'd been doing at that moment, wondered how my hair looked…

"Yeah, I wrote it down, but I left my backpack at a friend's room and it's written down in there," I explained. Great, I thought to myself. Now you sound like an irresponsible idiot.

"Oh. Um…hang on, let me look."

I listened intently as I heard papers shuffling around, and tried to imagine him looking through his papers, his hair falling into his eyes…

"Alright, it's page thirteen, questions to review one through fifteen. And study the notes," he said and I grabbed a Post-It note and jotted down the assignment. It was awfully hard to concentrate on what he was saying, when he had a voice like that.

"Thank you so much," I managed to say. And that's the point where the part of me tat is far too bold for my own good took over. "Hey, can I ask a favor?"

"Uh…sure. What is it?" He asked, sounding surprised. I kicked myself, wishing I hadn't said it, but now I had to finish what I started.

"Um…well, to be honest, science really isn't my best subject. In fact, I kinda suck at it," I said, chuckling nervously. It was the truth, anyway; I did suck at science. "I was wondering if…maybe, before the test…you could help me out a bit. You know, help me study."

At first, I thought I'd put the poor kid in shock. There was complete silence on the other end of the line for a full ten seconds. Ten agonizing seconds.

"Yeah, sure. I could do that," he finally said, and I couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Thanks, dude," I said, my voice practically dripping adoration.

"It's no problem. Um…just call me up when you need help."

"Sure. I mean, yeah, I will."

A hesitation. "See ya later."

"Bye!"

I hung up the phone and promptly squealed like a preteen girl. He was actually going to tutor me! I was going to sit beside him and talk to him, have his undivided attention…it was like a dream. An amazingly wonderful dream.

I grabbed the phone and dialed Specs's number.

"Heya, Snitch. Did you get that assignment?" He asked when he picked up the phone. Lucky bastard with caller ID.

"Specs! I talked to him!!"

"…Dude, I don't wanna know about your wet dreams. I just wanted the assignment."

"No, dude, you don't get it! I had the assignment written down in my Astronomy folder, but after Astronomy last night I went over to Blink's, and I left my folder there. I tried to call Blink, but no one answered, but then I remembered that Blink had given me Isaac's student profile, and it had his phone number on it, and so I just decided to call him and I did and he gave me the assignment and then I asked if he would help tutor me since I'm not good at science and he said YES!"

Needless to say, I was gasping for air and Specs was totally silent by the end of that speech.

"You what? And he did what?" He finally asked.

"Specs, I asked him to help me study for the test. And he said yes," I said, much slower than before.

"Wow. Uh…congratulations."

"Congratulations? We need to throw a god damn PARTY, Specs!"

I heard Dutchy yell "Yay, party!" in the background, and Specs shushed him.

"Well, I hope that goes well, but I really need that assignment right now, you dumbass."

"Psh. You just don't love me anymore," I said, pulling the Post-It note off the table and reading off the assignment to him.

"You're right. I don't. Thanks, Snitch," he teased playfully.

"No problem. Hey, I'm gonna invade your place for dinner tonight, okay?"

"Hey, sure, as long as you don't mind that Itey's invading too with Spot. Hey…you should bring Pie if he's there. That poor kid deserves to have a fun evening for once."

"Sure will, if he can come. See ya later; tell Dutchy to behave."

He laughed. "Will do. See ya."

I hung up the phone and collapsed down into the chair, the sigh that escaped me this time a happy one.

This day had suddenly gotten a whole lot brighter.

Sorry there weren't any good hints in this chapter, but it never got out of Snitch's room, so…but yeah. Anyways, the more reviews I get, the more likely I'll keep doing shout-outs! So REVIEW!