Hey! I love all you guys who are reading, you're awesome! Here's chapter 5!

Shoutouts

Alexandria Duncan – Ow…I think I just lost all my hearing…

Matchin' Laces – Hey, I'm not supposed to be reading this stuff, let alone writing it. But hey, my parents are screwed up homophobes, so who cares? I'm glad you think it's cute. Usually I'm not good with cute stuff, considering I'm a tomboy and all…

Thumbsucker Snitch – Squee? You amuse me to no end. And yes, bed is a YAY! 'cause I'm lucky if I get three hours a night. In other words, I worship coffee, dude.

Hepheastion- Wow. Interesting name. Uh…sex gods? I guess you could put it that way!

Written Sparks – Nah, didn't get it. I sent you an e-mail, tell me if you don't get it. And yes, Pie on his motorcycle amuses me to no end.

Uninvisible – Yeah…I started Chinese six weeks ago, and I'm kinda stumbling through it…I keep trying to speak German when she calls on me, and then I say "Sorry, dude!" and she says, "Excuse me? I don't know the Chinese word 'dude'."…it's quite embarrassing.

SarBear22 – Aw, thanks! My friends tell me I have a weird sense of humor. Like me laughing hysterically for hours over a picture of a little kitten holding a sniper rifle. It's the funniest thing…e-mail me if you want it! And yes, I LOVE Snitch's last line. Sent poor Skitts into shell shock, though.

Eagle Higgins-Conlon – Yep. They kissed. And sweet it was.

I walked back into my dorm room and slammed the door, completely forgetting that Pie was asleep. He shot up in bed with a "What the-" before falling out of the loft promptly cut him off.

"Are you okay?" I asked, rushing to his side as he groaned.

"Yeah…I'm okay," he said, slowly sitting up and grasping his left arm, the one he'd landed on.

"Aw, man, I'm sorry…let me get you some ice for that," I said, heading for the refrigerator before he could protest. I got a plastic bag, emptied an ice tray into it, and then tied it and walked back to him, pressing it on his elbow.

"What's with the door, dude?" He asked, hissing at the freezing cold ice on his skin.

"It's nothin'."

"Hey, you injured me. I'll sue if you don't tell me why."

I rolled my eyes at him. "We just got in a fight, that's all."

He raised an eyebrow. "Got in a fight already? You're not even dating! How'd you manage that?"

"I…I kissed him."

His jaw dropped open, and he stared at me for a moment, speechless. "You kissed him?"

"Look, I feel bad enough already. You don't have to rub it in."

"But…and…but you…"

"Yes, I kissed him. Get over it."

"But…what did he do?"

"He kissed me back. And then he kicked me out."

Pie looked highly confused now. "That don't make sense."

"Yeah. I know."

I helped him get up and walk to the orange chair, and he collapsed down into it, gingerly testing out his arm. Then, he reached for the telephone.

"Who are you calling?" I asked.

"Specs. You're obviously gonna be in one of your moods."

"No, come on, Pie…it's past nine, don't bother him…"

"Well, I'm not staying here alone with you."

I practically growled at him, then collapsed onto my bed and burrowed down into the ten gazillion pillows piled on it. I just wanted to sink into the mattress and cease to exist, or at least forget all the events of the past few days. I vaguely heard Pie talking to Specs, but I didn't listen to him. I didn't want to.

I don't know how long I lay there, wishing I could suffocate myself in my own pillows, and then I felt a gentle touch on my back.

"Snitchykins? You okay?" A voice said, a voice that I recognized as Specs.

"Mmph."

"Could you dig yourself out of there long enough to talk to me?"

"Mmph."

He suddenly grabbed my shoulders and yanked me up out of the pillows, and I scowled at him, wrapping my arms around my legs and pulling them to my chest.

"Look, you're probably overreacting. You scared the poor guy, Snitch. He needs time to cool off and think."

"Or time to transfer to different classes."

"He kissed you back, right?"

"Yeah, right before he kicked me out."

"He wouldn't have kissed you back in the first place if he didn't feel something for you, kid."

I snorted and looked away from him, and he sighed and stayed silent for a few moments. Then he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

"Hey…hey, Snitch, look at me," he said, forcefully but gently, holding my chin and looking me right in the eye. "You're smart, you're talented, you're funny, you're cute as all get-out…if he doesn't see that, then he doesn't deserve you. Someday you're gonna find somebody perfect for you, and even if it isn't him, you're gonna be happy cause he'll appreciate you just for being you. Because you're perfect just the way you are. You understand me?"

I nodded slowly, feeling like crying but certainly not about to do so in front of Pie and Specs. He let go of my chin and leaned back, digging in his backpack and pulling out a plastic baggie with a huge chocolate chip cookie in it.

"I stole this from Dutchy's stash for you," he said, and I immediately recognized it as one of the famous "Dutchy's mom" cookies. See…Dutchy's mom owns a bakery that specializes in cookies and cakes, and you will never find a cookie to rival one of hers. She actually offered to bake a complete, real wedding cake for when Dutchy and Specs have their 'wedding'- and she offered to close the bakery for an afternoon for the reception.

Yes, Dutchy and Specs are having their 'wedding' this summer. And their parents are treating it as if it were a completely normal legal wedding. They even hired a preacher from Chicago who was willing to come down and perform the ceremony.

I can't even begin to tell you how much I envy those two. If I told my parents I was getting married, even to a girl, let alone a guy, I'd have months of fighting and saving up money ahead of me. They love me, sure, but they just don't think I'm capable of making my own decisions yet.

Anyway…back to the present.

"Thanks," I said, taking the cookie and breaking off a piece of it as Specs held out a cookie to Pie as well. Pie shook his head.

"Can't. I'm allergic to flour, dude."

At that, I promptly choked on my cookie. "You're allergic to flour?"

He shrugged. "What can I say? It's a curse."

We were silent for a long while after that, the radio playing softly in the background as Pie gathered his books for his next class. Specs finally broke the silence.

"So…what are you gonna do?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant.

"About…Skittery."

I shrugged. "I dunno."

"Well, you can't just start ignoring him."

"I don't see why not."

He sighed. "Well, as long as you're gonna be okay, I've gotta get back to my room before Dutchy breaks something. Or before he counts his cookie stash."

I nodded, and he patted me on the shoulder and stood up. He talked quietly with Pie for a few minutes, and I guess I should've paid closer attention to what they were saying, but I honestly didn't care.

I curled up in my bed of pillows and fell asleep crying silently.

I woke up the next morning, and as expected, Pie was already off to class. I looked at the clock, realized that I'd already missed my Economics class, and promptly decided not to care.

I stood up and decided that I wanted to get out of the small room for lunch, and quickly threw on the first clothes that I saw. The shirt happened to be Pie's, but I didn't really care, seeing as how he was always stealing my clothes anyway. I think it's just that he's so tired in the mornings that he honestly can't remember which clothes are his and which are mine.

I grabbed my wallet and keys and walked out, turning around to lock the door, which had to be locked from the outside. I immediately saw the blue envelope taped to the outside of the door, my name printed neatly on it.

The "I" in Snitch was dotted a little to the left.

I grabbed the envelope and tore it open, my eyes speeding across the words as fast as I could read.

Snitch,

Sorry about last night. I overreacted, and we need to talk things over. Meet me at Frog Baby at seven o'clock tonight.

Sincerely,

Skittery

I couldn't believe what I was reading. He'd overreacted? He wanted to talk things over? This had to be a dream. Then again, I thought the kiss had been a dream, and it was just as real as the economics class I'd just missed.

And for those of you who don't know, Frog Baby is a local legend here on campus. It's a statue of a baby standing in the middle of a fountain, and surrounding this fountain are numerous statues of little frogs spitting water into the middle of the fountain. The legend goes that if you rub Frog Baby's nose the night before an exam, you'll get an A.

Needless to say, Frog Baby's nose took a lot of abuse over the years. So much, in fact, that at one point he barely had a nose to rub. It had nearly been rubbed right off. So they sent Frog Baby in for a nose job, and installed security cameras around the fountain.

Nobody rubs Frog Baby's nose anymore.

Anyway, what do you think I did?

I decided to meet him.

I've always been an optimist at heart, I guess.

Sorry this chapter was so short! But I like it. And yes, the Frog Baby legend is a true story, straight from my college. We're very disturbed kids here.