Disclaimer: not mine. Dutchy isn't mine, Specs isn't mine. nothing is mine except for Collin and the idea in this story.
AN: sorry for the wait, but I have had noooo time on the compy for sooo long. I've had to write a five page report on each debate, keep up with my other subjects, do gymnastics, horse-back riding, AND musical theater, so I don't have much time right now. it should get better though. and now, shoutouts!
Erin Go Bragh -thanks for reviewing both chapters! Skittery's role in the crash was that he and Specs were racing down a road and he was the other driver. Collin was in the car that Specs was in. Hope you like this chapter as much as the others!
Fantasy3-Don't worry, Dutchy wasn't seeing things. Specs is a real live ghost. ...except...he isn't alive. but anyway, glad you liked it!
Nakaia Aidan-Sun - it's from CHICAGO!! huggles Chicago dvd There are some more references in this chapter, so if you haven't seen it, I recommend you do.
T-R-Us -hops up and down THANKS! there's more Sprace fluffles in the next chapter or so, and I'm glad you liked it!
Buttons14- Okay, so maybe I didn't update as soon as I had hoped, but it's still pretty fast, especially for me! yeah, they were young, but I've read fics where they were in...third grade I think is the youngest, so 6th isn't that bad. hope you like this chappie too!
Aura( )- Last but not least! yuppers! it's from Chicago! gives cookies fresh baked form the kitchen! Dutchy: you might not want to eat them then...it means Specs made them. Specs: HEY! My cooking isn't that bad!...is it? Myya: Specs, we love you dear, but you can't even make a good bowl of cereal.
Well, on to the next chapter now!
That night as Dutchy lay in bed trying to sleep, he kept seeing images, flashbacks, his memory torturing him to no end. He was afraid to sleep now, because every time he did, he saw the same thing. He and Specs were in the car, with Specs driving. They were speeding out of control, and Dutchy was pleading with Specs to slow down on the curving road; Specs wasn't listening though, all he said to acknowledge Dutchy's presence was a reassuring word every now and then. Then from out of nowhere, a tree popped up; too close for specs to be able to swerve at the speed they were going. The car slammed into it, mangling and killing Specs right in front of Dutchy. Instead now, he opted to do make up work for school, or write, one of his favorite hobbies, just to keep himself away from the nightmares. He hadn't old anyone about his dreams, mainly because he was afraid they would try and trick him into sleeping, then he would have to see Specs die again.
Thinking about the crash made him think of Collin too, who they had heard was doing better, but still had to stay at the hospital another week or so. They had found a lot of internal bleeding and broken bones that only time could heal. Dutchy knew that he should visit him, but he couldn't drag himself out of the hole of self-pity he was digging long enough to even be able to drive safely the few miles to the hospital. He pulled himself towards the phone and dialed Skittery's number.
"Hey."
"Hiya Skitts."
"Dutch? What's up?"
"Can you drive me to the hospital?" Dutchy immediately knew those were the wrong words to say as soon as they left his mouth.
"What? Why?!"
Dutchy sighed, "So that I can visit Collin."
"Oh...sure...be over in a few."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Dutchy put down the phone and stood up to go change. He grabbed the first thing that he could find, which happened to be his black T-shirt that stated the phrase 'I'm out of bed and dressed. What more do you want?' and threw it on. He snatched a pair of relatively wrinkle free jeans from the floor, jammed his legs into them and looked at his reflection in the mirror. 'Well, it's an improvement.' he thought, grabbing his cabbie hat and putting it over his messy hair.
He heard a car horn honk outside his apartment and he went down the stairs to find Skittery waiting in his convertible. His pink convertible. as he got into the car, he thought he heard Skittery mumble 'Well at least he's out of the house willingly.'
When they arrived at the hospital, Skittery dropped Dutchy off at the front doors, told him Collin was in room 423, and then went to find a parking space. Dutchy walked into the lobby and asked the receptionist where room 423 was, as Skittery had neglected to tell him the layout of the huge medical building.
As he rode up the elevator, he found himself growing a bit nervous. Collin had told him the year before that he had a crush on him, but he wasn't sure if said crush still existed.
He opened the door slowly, dreading the condition he might find Collin in. To his surprise, Collin was awake, writing in a purple notebook. "Collin...?" Said boy's head snapped up and he quickly closed the notebook so that Dutchy wasn't able to see anything that its pages contained.
"...Dutchy. Hey."
"Sorry I surprised you..." Collin shook his head, indicating he didn't mind.
"S'okay. It gets pretty boring in here anyway."
"What were you writing?" No, Dutchy was not the king of tact. More like 'peasant of such low standards they aren't even mentionable.' Collin shifted so that the notebook wasn't visible, shifting his gaze away from Dutchy.
"Nothing very interesting..." Dutchy admitted he didn't really care what the details were, but he did want to know if it was about him of not.
"Is it about me?"
"No." Collin responded quickly; a little too quickly in Dutchy's opinion. "Maybe...yes..."
"Oh. So how're you feeling?" he asked, changing the subject to a more comfortable one.
"Pretty good...I mean, my whole body hurts like shit and I keep getting told I might die at any time, but everyone's visiting me and bringing me food!" he said grinning, trying to lighten the mood.
Dutchy walked over and hugged the brunette, careful not to hurt him. When he pulled away, he saw tears in Collin's eyes.
"Collin? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing...I just...I mean ever since I first saw you, I've wished that somehow I could be with you. I knew that you and Specs were meant to be together though, so I never interfered," he confessed, turning his body so that Dutchy couldn't see his face.
The moment was broken as the door to the room opened, revealing Skittery. "Did I interrupt something?"
"Not really. Are you two gonna leave now?" Collin asked, looking to Dutchy.
"Yeah...I guess we are going to go...I'll be back soon, okay?" Dutchy promised, giving Collin a small smile and scratching his head lightly, making the other boy purr. As he walked out the door, he noticed that he felt much happier than he had since Specs' death. When he got home, he flopped on his bed and slept for the first time in days.
AN: well, this is a really short chappie, but I have the next two chapters written, so they should be up really soon, unless school decides to cut in. Again.
Myya Conlon, the infamous sister of the infamous twins, Collin and Spot, who can both make a mean smore.
AN: sorry for the wait, but I have had noooo time on the compy for sooo long. I've had to write a five page report on each debate, keep up with my other subjects, do gymnastics, horse-back riding, AND musical theater, so I don't have much time right now. it should get better though. and now, shoutouts!
Erin Go Bragh -thanks for reviewing both chapters! Skittery's role in the crash was that he and Specs were racing down a road and he was the other driver. Collin was in the car that Specs was in. Hope you like this chapter as much as the others!
Fantasy3-Don't worry, Dutchy wasn't seeing things. Specs is a real live ghost. ...except...he isn't alive. but anyway, glad you liked it!
Nakaia Aidan-Sun - it's from CHICAGO!! huggles Chicago dvd There are some more references in this chapter, so if you haven't seen it, I recommend you do.
T-R-Us -hops up and down THANKS! there's more Sprace fluffles in the next chapter or so, and I'm glad you liked it!
Buttons14- Okay, so maybe I didn't update as soon as I had hoped, but it's still pretty fast, especially for me! yeah, they were young, but I've read fics where they were in...third grade I think is the youngest, so 6th isn't that bad. hope you like this chappie too!
Aura( )- Last but not least! yuppers! it's from Chicago! gives cookies fresh baked form the kitchen! Dutchy: you might not want to eat them then...it means Specs made them. Specs: HEY! My cooking isn't that bad!...is it? Myya: Specs, we love you dear, but you can't even make a good bowl of cereal.
Well, on to the next chapter now!
That night as Dutchy lay in bed trying to sleep, he kept seeing images, flashbacks, his memory torturing him to no end. He was afraid to sleep now, because every time he did, he saw the same thing. He and Specs were in the car, with Specs driving. They were speeding out of control, and Dutchy was pleading with Specs to slow down on the curving road; Specs wasn't listening though, all he said to acknowledge Dutchy's presence was a reassuring word every now and then. Then from out of nowhere, a tree popped up; too close for specs to be able to swerve at the speed they were going. The car slammed into it, mangling and killing Specs right in front of Dutchy. Instead now, he opted to do make up work for school, or write, one of his favorite hobbies, just to keep himself away from the nightmares. He hadn't old anyone about his dreams, mainly because he was afraid they would try and trick him into sleeping, then he would have to see Specs die again.
Thinking about the crash made him think of Collin too, who they had heard was doing better, but still had to stay at the hospital another week or so. They had found a lot of internal bleeding and broken bones that only time could heal. Dutchy knew that he should visit him, but he couldn't drag himself out of the hole of self-pity he was digging long enough to even be able to drive safely the few miles to the hospital. He pulled himself towards the phone and dialed Skittery's number.
"Hey."
"Hiya Skitts."
"Dutch? What's up?"
"Can you drive me to the hospital?" Dutchy immediately knew those were the wrong words to say as soon as they left his mouth.
"What? Why?!"
Dutchy sighed, "So that I can visit Collin."
"Oh...sure...be over in a few."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Dutchy put down the phone and stood up to go change. He grabbed the first thing that he could find, which happened to be his black T-shirt that stated the phrase 'I'm out of bed and dressed. What more do you want?' and threw it on. He snatched a pair of relatively wrinkle free jeans from the floor, jammed his legs into them and looked at his reflection in the mirror. 'Well, it's an improvement.' he thought, grabbing his cabbie hat and putting it over his messy hair.
He heard a car horn honk outside his apartment and he went down the stairs to find Skittery waiting in his convertible. His pink convertible. as he got into the car, he thought he heard Skittery mumble 'Well at least he's out of the house willingly.'
When they arrived at the hospital, Skittery dropped Dutchy off at the front doors, told him Collin was in room 423, and then went to find a parking space. Dutchy walked into the lobby and asked the receptionist where room 423 was, as Skittery had neglected to tell him the layout of the huge medical building.
As he rode up the elevator, he found himself growing a bit nervous. Collin had told him the year before that he had a crush on him, but he wasn't sure if said crush still existed.
He opened the door slowly, dreading the condition he might find Collin in. To his surprise, Collin was awake, writing in a purple notebook. "Collin...?" Said boy's head snapped up and he quickly closed the notebook so that Dutchy wasn't able to see anything that its pages contained.
"...Dutchy. Hey."
"Sorry I surprised you..." Collin shook his head, indicating he didn't mind.
"S'okay. It gets pretty boring in here anyway."
"What were you writing?" No, Dutchy was not the king of tact. More like 'peasant of such low standards they aren't even mentionable.' Collin shifted so that the notebook wasn't visible, shifting his gaze away from Dutchy.
"Nothing very interesting..." Dutchy admitted he didn't really care what the details were, but he did want to know if it was about him of not.
"Is it about me?"
"No." Collin responded quickly; a little too quickly in Dutchy's opinion. "Maybe...yes..."
"Oh. So how're you feeling?" he asked, changing the subject to a more comfortable one.
"Pretty good...I mean, my whole body hurts like shit and I keep getting told I might die at any time, but everyone's visiting me and bringing me food!" he said grinning, trying to lighten the mood.
Dutchy walked over and hugged the brunette, careful not to hurt him. When he pulled away, he saw tears in Collin's eyes.
"Collin? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing...I just...I mean ever since I first saw you, I've wished that somehow I could be with you. I knew that you and Specs were meant to be together though, so I never interfered," he confessed, turning his body so that Dutchy couldn't see his face.
The moment was broken as the door to the room opened, revealing Skittery. "Did I interrupt something?"
"Not really. Are you two gonna leave now?" Collin asked, looking to Dutchy.
"Yeah...I guess we are going to go...I'll be back soon, okay?" Dutchy promised, giving Collin a small smile and scratching his head lightly, making the other boy purr. As he walked out the door, he noticed that he felt much happier than he had since Specs' death. When he got home, he flopped on his bed and slept for the first time in days.
AN: well, this is a really short chappie, but I have the next two chapters written, so they should be up really soon, unless school decides to cut in. Again.
Myya Conlon, the infamous sister of the infamous twins, Collin and Spot, who can both make a mean smore.