Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or anything about it. I only take claims to myself, Trigger, that's it.
Haha I just realized that I never set the rating of this story to 'R', it was set at 'G'! :blushes: That's like hilarious! I mean, if Splashey wouldn't have told me that it was 'G', then I would have kept going with it....and it gets significantly worse! Haha a rated 'G' fic with lotsa losta sex. XD I love it. Yay!
We both walked into the cafeteria. I heard my name being called, but I ignored it. We went to the table Snitch usually sat at by himself. The cafeteria was filled with noise as it always had been. It was different, not having my usual group of "friends" or to not have a group at all. It was kind of peaceful, in a way, here alone. I watched him as he pulled his sandwich out. I think it was tuna, which wasn't bad, but I remembered that we had this old rule at our table. They said that we don't and can't bring tuna fish for some reason. "Eww, is that a tuna fish sandwich?" I asked instinctively.
He looked at his sandwich and quickly stuffed it into his bag. "No!" He said angrily. Fuck he was hott! I hated the fact that I made him angry, but loved how cute he was when he was angry. "Now if you're going to make fun of me, then you can just leave."
Shit! Maybe I made him too mad. I saw him lower his eye brows, which isn't a good sign. He had quite a temper to him. I didn't know Snitch, of all people, being a hothead. Maybe he was just frustrated or something. "Geez, Snitch! I just asked a question. I didn't mean anything by it!" I snapped back at him, maybe testing the waters a bit, I guess. I stood up and walked away expecting to be stopped.
I wasn't. Shit! Damn, I gotta to back there. I don't want to, but then again, I do. Maybe it'll make me look desperate, but at least it'll make him realize that 'hey! Trig's interested'. I turned around and walked over to him, not having a clue what to say. "Look Snitch, I'm sorry if I rag on you so much. I just do it because, well I don't know why, I just do it because I do. Don't take any mind to what I said to you, ever. Okay?" I told him. I was being 100% truthful to him. Honestly, I was. "I never meant to say those things and I never meant what I said. I'm a bitch, and I know that. I hate doing it myself, I just kinda get pushed into it, I guess. I'm sorry if I ever hurt your feelings by anything I said. I honestly am sorry. So please could you just find it in your heart to forgive me?" I asked so subtle. I hoped and prayed that we could make a truce.
I didn't care about anything anymore except him. I spent so long being something I'm not. I was tired of being fake; being a fake human being. I wanted to be real. He's real and he makes me want to be real. This is me; I'm my real self when I'm around him, which is something that never happens to me.
He just stared at me as an odd sounding silence broke our words apart. What we wanted to say but couldn't. What we wanted to do, but wouldn't. We were separated by the evil hellhole called high school and the demons themselves called peers. The talk of the school would be 'Trigger and kid nobody knows or cares about'. I knew he thought about it before. I knew he thought about me, why wouldn't he? He couldn't have given me a chance if he didn't feel anything. He would have been like 'fuck you bitch' and walked away on his own again. But he didn't; he stuck around. Why?
He thought for a while, trying to think of what to say probably. "I don't know, Trig. I don't understand."
Great! Now I have to explain why I'm such a bitch! Oh the joy! I sat down beside him and explained. "I did it because they told me to. Now I regret every minute of it. I wish I could be like you, Snitch. You're so free and you don't care what other people think."
"Well why do you?"
"Because, I'm afraid of abdicating my throne at this school. Trust me, I'll do anything to resign, but I don't know how." I explained.
"Then what are you doing with me?"
What am I doing with him? How do I answer that question? Why do I want him as much as I do? I don't know, because I just do. "You bring the real me out somehow. I mean, I feel like I can really talk to you and do crazy things that I could never do around 'them'." He didn't know what to say. I can't blame him, I if I was him, I wouldn't know what to say either. I could tell he semi-understood though. "So um..." I mumbled trying to make conversation. "What do you like to do outside of school?" Typical question, I so suck at this whole creativity thing.
"Well I'm a writer." A writer? What the hell? But a damn sexy writer at that! "I'm working on a novel right now. I already have a publishing booked for it when it's finished." Dude, he's just a kid and he's already an author! Sweet!
"Wow Snitch! That's so awesome! I write too, but it's nothing but stupid stories and poems. But you're already publishing yours? You must be really good!" I said, stroking his ego a bit.
"Meh, I don't know." He said so modestly. "So what do you write about?"
"Oh nothing much. Just stupid stuff like love, family conflicts, feelings, crushes, Snitch and..." Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! "Not Snitch, I mean Lilo and Stitch! Haha!" I tried to correct myself, but I couldn't. It was already too late.
His eyes shot wide open in surprise and a bit of shock. "You write poems about me?"
I blushed as he did too. God I'm such a fuckface. "Umm yeah..." I said like a tiny little school girl.
"Why?"
"Well because you're so smart and talented. You're so nice and kind and understanding." I told him. Why? I don't know.
"Trig, I'm not what you say I am. I'm a terrible person, really." He admitted. Terrible? Snitch? Fuck no!
"Terrible? Snitch, I've done more things than you have. I'm a bitch and you know it." I told him. Hey some sometimes the truth hurts, well me.
"You're not a bitch." Me, no bitch? Wow, a phrase I never heard before. "You just sometimes are mean. Very mean, but don't call yourself a bitch over that."
"But everyone...."
"Fuck what everyone else thinks or says! They're not you and you shouldn't let them control you! Just do what you want and don't worry about it."
Don't worry about it? This is high school and I'm the queen of it, how can I not worry about it. "It's easy for you to say." I told him.
"Why is it easy? Why is it hard? Just do what you want, that's it. You don't have to please everyone else. Just do what makes you happy."
He spoke like he was too old for his years, or whatever they say. I admired the way he was. He was wise, maybe because of all the writing and reading he did. "How do you sound so sure of everything? It's like you understand me completely."
He blushed at my compliment, which was a good sign. "I'm really not the way I sound, if that makes any sense. But how do I talk like I know you? Well, I told you how I like to watch people, I can't believe I'm telling you this...." he looked bashful as he went on. "But most of the time I was watching you."
What the hell? Novel-boy was admitting he 'watched' moi? Dude this is perfect! I was stunned, shocked! What the hell do I say? I just looked at him in surprise.
He looked up at me and saw my expressionless face. He laughed, "I'm sorry." He mumbled. I felt bad for him, why couldn't I say anything? Why the hell couldn't I say anything? Silence. Nothing. God say something you dumb fuck! "What are you sorry for?" Oh don't even let me get my hands on a sharp utensil because I will carve the words 'dumb ass' on every available spot on my body.
"I don't know." He sighed. "I thought that, I don't know."
"No, tell me, please."
"What do I say?" He asked. I shrugged at him and smiled, silently. "I don't know." He said, he was so confused, so scared. I felt bad for him. But what do I do? I was as scared as he was. Tell him the truth, tell him how you feel? What if it scares him away? He's already scared as it is. God he's so hott and innocent. He can't possibly know how much I want him at this point.
"Snitch, I can understand that you're confused." I told him. "I am too. I just, I don't know. I've admired you from afar for so long, and to be sitting here right beside you talking to you about how I've liked you for so long, it just doesn't seem real." The words just seemed to flow out of my mouth with such ease; no I'm lying to you. I didn't even realize what I was saying, but I hoped to God it sounded good.
He reached his hand out and took mine. Oh my God! Oh my God! I looked down at his hand, it was perfect. He was perfect. His hands were perfect, definitely passing the hand test. I have a huge obsession with hands and I have a hand fetish, so I make sure that Snitch passed the hand test. What is the hand test? It's too hard to explain. "Trigger, it is for real." He told me, looking into my eyes. His blue eyes looked so sure of himself, yet nervous at the same time. It was hard to comprehend, but it was real. I knew it was real, but I still wanted someone to pinch me like it was a dream.
I gulped, ready to spill the beans to him. Hoping he'd take it the right way. "For three years I've looked at you from afar. Three long years I've looked at no one else but you. I lied about everything I ever said to anyone. I always said how I have these boyfriends that go to other schools and all that stuff, but that's not true. I just said that because everyone else had a boyfriend and I wanted to be like them. But I never wanted a boyfriend; I never wanted any other guy, but you. I know you can't see it in yourself, but you're everything I want in a guy. You're everything I've ever wanted. You're the only thing that I wanted." I told him, the words just seemed to come to me from no where.
"But what about all those guys who want to be with you? All those girls who want to be you? Trigger, just listen to me, you're what this school wants; you're what this school wants to be. You're willing to waste all of that, for me?" He looked so confused; searching within himself to find some sign that he was good enough for me. He was good enough for me; I was the one who wasn't good enough for him.
"No one wants to be like me, Snitch. It's not like that. I'm not what you think. Snitch this is me, right now, right here, this is me. The Trigger that used to sit over there wasn't me. See I was an act, I was fake. This is me, this is the real me." I told him my secret, it was out. My secret was out to the world for them to stomp all over and mingle about. I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was just being in his arms. Fuck my reputation, I don't care what did it ever give me anyway? Fuck the student body, who said I need to be the class president again? Fuck prom queen, homecoming queen and everything else. Snitch was the only thing I wanted. "And all those guys who flirt with me and want to take me out and everything, I never wanted to be with them. Yeah I wanted to be with them, but I could never find it in my heart to like them. It wasn't right to me. I didn't feel right about it. I looked into their eyes and I didn't see them. I mean, I wanted to see them; I wanted to see everything about them. But I couldn't. It was as though I was looking into someone else's eyes. But with you, Snitch, with you I can look into your eyes and I can see myself, I can see you. I can see us. I don't know if you think I'm nuts for saying this, but I'm taking a chance, and this whole thing is just a big chance I'm taking. I don't know if I'm going to get anywhere with this or if it's just another one of my screw ups, I don't care. Snitch right now, the only person in the entire world I want to be with, is you." That was it, I told him, secret was out. Cat's out of the bag!
I was scared, I won't lie to you. I expected him to like flip out and freak out on me, but he didn't. Instead he did something that I always dreamed he would do. Every dream I ever had, every fantasy I ever thought about, this was the first thing in it. He leaned over to me, and he placed his lips so lightly on to mine. It was a magical moment, such a wonderful feeling. I never wanted my lips to part, it felt like it would last forever, and I wanted it to. I was so happy. Everything just like faded away; it was taken away and placed in its own box for the time being. Our sweet kiss was over, and we pulled away slowly. It took me a while to finally open my eyes, but when I did I felt his hand reach and hide under my chin. He pulled me in for another kiss. Oh shit! Shit! Yes! We're kissing, I love this! My first kiss. The kiss I've been waiting and saving for. It's finally here. Oh God, I must have done something right, besides the swearing and everything. The crude remarks and the taunts, I must have done something really right in my life. I thought. I think he wanted me to take control or something, he wasn't really doing much. Not that I had any complaints, but I was sitting there kissing him, so it's all good.
I put my hand around his neck and tugged on his hair slightly, as I pushed his head and lips closer to mine. He did the same to me, which I totally loved. I felt his hair; it was so soft and beautiful. Wow! Beautiful? I guess I really shouldn't use that term for it; it was smooth and kinda like curlyish at the end. You know the curl he had when he wore his hat? Yeah, his hair was like wavy and stuff, but anyway. It was smooth and soft. The dark brown of it was the color I saw in my dreams. (I'm not a sick psycho, really!) It smelled of coconut shampoo, oh God, I'm overanalyzing again! Shit! Why can't I just stop thinking and enjoy the moment? I'm sure he's not thinking about anything.
But in reality, he was. How do I know this? Because I just do, sue me. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He was enjoying the moment as well, still wondering how the hell could I, Trigger, want to kiss him? Well, because he was hott, and kind, and smart, and talented and everything I ever wanted in a guy. Does that answer his question? I hope so.
One more thought entered my mind. Oh fuck! PDA! I knew how everyone at my school reacted to PDA, they hated it. I mean, most people hated seeing PDA even if their friends are doing it. I didn't want to cause a sensation among the students (and I just realized that, hey, I'm in the cafeteria) so I pulled away, slowly, but making sure that I gently nibbled his lip, something that one of my friends told me that guys love or something, I don't know. I never actually thought their secrets and tips would come in handy one day, but possibly they could! He looked at me in surprise and a bit of doubt. I bet he was wondering why I pulled away. He probably thought I made a mistake or maybe he was wondering if I was for real. Oh yeah, Snitch. I'm for real. I'm fucking for real.
I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back at me, revealing those big white teeth, the trait that I teased him about endlessly, but the trait that also attracted me to him. "Do you wanna, um, I don't know, go somewhere and get a...umm...slushie?" I asked him, dumbly. Of all the things I could think we could go out and 'get' I had to say a slushie. God I'm such a dumb fuck!
He looked at the table for a moment, thinking. Then he quickly reached in his pockets and pulled out his car keys as he jingled them slightly. "Want me to drive?" He asked eagerly. He was very eager, I noticed. Possibly he was thinking that he might get some. Would he get some? I don't know, I never gave anyone 'some'. But this is Snitch, he's not 'anyone', he's Snitch.
Then I realized that we were still in school. I would get my ass chewed out because I skipped. But then again, I present you with excuse A, I'm fucking with Snitch. I rest my case. Fuck it, I'm going. I smiled at him, "sure!"
We both got up and threw our trash away. I just remembered that I didn't even touch any of my food, but oh well, who needs food when you have Snitch? God I need to get over that excuse. Anyway, we walked down the halls of the school. He reached out and grabbed my hand. So we walked through the halls, hand in hand. I was ecstatic. This day has been the best of my life, but I was soon to realize
...that it was going to get a whole lot better.
So how did you like that? What is coming up next? Oh I think you know what is coming up next. :evil grin: Yay! Thanks for reading guys, you know I love you. This story is really fun to write, probably because it involves three major factors: me having sex with Snitch. I rest my case.
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