I was reading "Where Have All The Muses Gone?" by Griffin Parker, and I was thinking that there aren't enough stories about the Newsies on road trips. Now let's get one thing straight: I am NOT, repeat NOT trying to imitate her story, it's incredible, no one could imitate it anyway. Just so we're clear. With THAT out of the way, I don't own any of the characters. Unless I make someone up. There will be some slash in here, Blink/Spot, Snitch/Skitts, Pie/Itey, and whatever the hell else crosses my mind. Enjoy!

BLINK

"JACK!"

"WHAT?! For God's sake, Blink, you've been either yelling that you're bored or singing Red Hot Chili Peppers for the past HOUR! What the HELL is it THIS time?!"

"I'm bored."

"AAAAAAAAUUGGGGGH!!"

"This is college, Blinky-boi, it's SUPPOSED to be boring" Spot said from his place halfway across the room. He'd been laying there watching a Danny Phantom marathon for about three hours, and I was pretty sure he'd sprouted roots. After all, I'd looked over at him an hour ago, and two hours ago, and lots of other times in between, and he still looked to say.

Not that I was staring, or anything. It's just that he hadn't moved, or if he had, it was only a millimeter to the right, or something.

I rolled my eye, got up, and stuck 'By The Way' in the CD player. 'Throw Away Your Television' started blaring out of the speakers, much to my roommate's chagrin.

"BLINK! I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DON'T TURN THAT OFF, I'LL SIC LIZ ON YOUSE!"

This wasn't a real threat, since Liz wouldn't hurt me, she'd just get severely annoying, and I'd eventually run away screaming in terror.

There was a pounding on the door, I'm surprised we heard it, my music WAS pretty loud.

"BLINK!" came the voice of Liz, over 'Throw Away You Television'.

"WHAT?" I shouted back.

"TURN IT DOWN FOR A SECOND, WILL YOUSE?"

I turned it down one or two notches. "What?" I asked again.

"Could youse possibly turn it down? My roommates are trying to study."

"But not you, of course" piped up Itey, chuckling from the corner.

She grimaced down at him. "Are you kidding me?! I've been working my ASS off to try to ace this stupid chem test. My parents said if I don't get at least an 85%, they're yankin' me outta flag. That CANNOT happen."

She had finally noticed Spot in the corner. "Wasn't he there the LAST time I came in here yelling at you to turn it down?"

I nodded. "Yep. He's been watching Danny Phantom for THREE HOURS. And he still hasn't moved. It's starting to scare me a little, honestly. It's like he grew roots, or somethin'."

Liz picked up a pen and started chewing on it. "So, what are you lazy slugs doing for fall break?" she asked.

"We've been TRYING to decide that for awhile now" Jack said, sounding pissed off, "But we CAN'T, 'cause somebody's music is TOO DAMN LOUD!!" He shot a very pointed glare at me, and I just rolled my eye again.

"We're thinking of taking a road trip, but we're not sure yet" came Spot's voice from the floor, and Liz jumped. "I'd almost forgotten you were there, Spot. Where would you guys go if you went on a road trip?"

"I, personally want to go to Vegas, but I've been shot down by everyone. Except Race, of course."

"Of course. Hey, I've got an idea! When I was a kid, my parents drove us cross-country, taking in all the sights and sounds and tastes, and whatever else we could. Youse guys could do that!"

There was silence in the room for a while. Then Jack spoke up. "You know what, Spitfire, youse just might be on to somethin'. I mean, between the nine of us" She cut him off.

"10! Hello! My idea, I get to go! Besides, I've got a minivan. I can hold either 7, or 5, if we take the middle seat out for more room."

Jack sighed in resignation. "OK, youse can come along. But you're doing a lot of the driving."

She cheered and started to jump up and down. "That's OK. Besides, I don't think I trust most o' youse behind the wheel of me car, anyways."

I rolled my eye.

"So, Blinky-boi, could youse please turn the music down? Or my roommates are gonna strangle me, 'cause they can't get through to youse, they seem to think it's impossible, for some reason."

"HMMM…I WONDER why!" Spot said sarcastically from the corner, looking very strange, a combination of pissed off and apathetic.

God, he's hot when he's pissed off.

OK, I know this was really short and crappy, but it'll get better, I promise. It always gets better in the end. Anyways, review please, but no flames! Flames are like finding out there are six weeks of band camp instead of three. Thanx!