Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies. Or half the information of this story, half is owned by Rubix The Cube because this is what we RPed about. And she came up with half and I came up with the other half. I share all claims to this story with her.
Tis another sick day for Trigger. I originally didn't want to write today, but I kept thinking about this story and I couldn't resist it. Mwahaha.
Does anyone know what the hell a C2 Community is? I don't quite understand what is doing with those. If anyone could help me out with this inquisition, I would be very grateful!
You know what else? I'm not even going to say that this story is going to end in so many chapters, because it changes like every day. I get an idea and so I put it in. So basically it ends when it ends. There, now you know. XD
I'm so addicted to Spanish. LOL This is the second one I decided that I'll write some Spanish in it. Spanish is fucking sexy. Hehehe! I love it. Don't worry, I have translations. XD
About a week or two passed by and everything was going as planned. I went over to Snitch's house after school every day, and we just hung out, did home work, studied and just had a great time together. I would usually leave around 8 or 9 o'clock, depending on when I thought would be a better time for me to go.
I met his mom and she was really cool, just like he said she was. She was the most beautiful mom that I've ever seen. Now don't get me wrong, when I say 'mom' I don't mean that all moms are ugly. I just decided to say 'mom' instead of 'woman', I don't know what I was thinking. But yeah, she was really beautiful. She had long brown hair, just like Snitch's, and blue eyes that sparkled. She makes me very jealous! I never saw my mom, so I don't know what she looked like. I mean, I always wished I had blue eyes though, unfortunately I wasn't that lucky. I just have plain, old, chocolate brown eyes. But it's all good, I guess. It's nothing that I can really change, so I might as well deal with it.
"I'll be right back; my mom wants to talk to me." Snitch told me as he walked out of his room. We were working on our STS homework. We were in a lot of the same classes, and the ones we weren't in together; we still had the same teacher. Like I had Health/Gym first period and he had it second. We were in Honors English 10 together and STS Honors also, so we studied together and helped each other out when we could. Usually he was the one helping me, stupid Mr. Smarty-pants.
I sat on the floor waiting for him to come back. I was feeling a little curious, so I decided to raid his backpack, hoping to find something that I can make fun of him about or something, because I'm weird like that. It's all in fun though, he knows that. I looked through his stuff and found this black notebook that had all this crap on it. It said things like "back off" and "don't read, asshole" and stuff like that. It must have been his novel that he's writing. Being as it was me, I had to check it out. As soon as I went to open it I heard this: "Don't read that!"
...damn. I was caught. Right when I wanted to find out what the hell he wrote about, he caught me. One of these days I'll find out what's inside that damn notebook.
"Sorry." Was my reply. Was I sorry? No way!
"Dude, that's mine. I don't let anyone read that." He said.
"Is that your diary?" I asked, picking on him a bit.
"No, it's my story." He answered. Like I didn't know that before.
"Well why don't you let anyone read it?"
"Because I don't." He shrugged. Don't worry, Snitch. I know what you mean.
"Is this the one you're going to publish?"
"No, this one is mine." He said sternly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I mean it's something that I write for myself and don't let anyone else read." He explained. Good explanation, Snitch. It's not like I didn't interpret that from your previous answer.
"Why?"
"Because I don't."
"Not even me?" I flirted, pouting at the same time. Guys can't resist it when girls pout, they love it.
"Not even you." Shit. Damn, didn't work that time.
"Why does it have me in it?" Haha, keep bugging him, it's all good.
"Yeah it does. It's like about my life, kind of. It's hard to explain."
"So you won't let me read because it has me in it?"
"Uhh...yeah."
"Because you don't want me to read what you think about more, or whatever?"
"Uhh...yeah." Stop it with the one word answers, Snitch.
"Does it have the stuff we do in it?"
"Uhh...yeah." Stop it goddamn it!
"And do you think I'm mad at you because you won't let me read it?"
"Uhh...yeah." Haha I had to laugh at that.
"Snitch, you're so cute." Before I let him answer, I had to add something to that. "Let me guess, uhh...yeah?"
"Uhh...no I wasn't going to say that." He joked. "But anyway, my mom's gone. And uhh...yeah, my mom's gone. What do ya wanna do?"
I gave him an annoyed sort of angry look. "Hey, you wouldn't let me read your auto-biography story." I teased.
He matched my expression with his. "It's not-uh" He sighed, giving up. Yes, I won! "Do you stay up late at night thinking of ways to annoy me or does it just come naturally?"
"Oh it just comes naturally." I answered. I wanted to joke around so I decided to slap him. It was pretty funny, even though, it kind of wasn't.
"Ow! What'd you hit me for?"
"To annoy you." I told him. Yeah right, I don't know why the hell I hit him, I just did. Deal with it. It's not that I wanted to be mean or anything, I just felt compelled to hit him out of pure playfulness.
"No, to hurt me." He pouted, rubbing his cheek. "Ow, it hurts." ((A/N: Ow! Could I stop hitting my damn knee on the fucking keyboard! Ahh! It hurts!)) "Could you kiss it for me and make it feel all better?"
"You're such a baby, Snitch!" I laughed. He always made me laugh, even though he looked like such a dork in the process. It was so weird. He was so comfortable with himself. He didn't care if he looked stupid around me. He didn't go out of his way to impress me, he was just himself, and that was what impressed me the most. He didn't care if he looked like a dork or whatever, he wasn't afraid of that. I wish I was as comfortable around him as he was around me. No wait, I probably do seem like a dork around him. So I take back that comment. "No, we have to study for Spanish. Remember we have that big-ass test tomorrow?"
"Oh yeah. Damn it. I forgot." He said. "Alright, quiz me." He said.
"Permite joder la prueba española mañana e ir tiene el sexo." I said, teasing him. If only he knew what I was saying. ((Translation: Lets fuck the Spanish test tomorrow and go have sex.))
He looked confused. "Trig, dude, that's not in the book." He said, flipping through the pages.
"Por qué es usted tomando tan largo, usted sabe que usted quiere hacerlo." I told him. Hopefully he'll get some of this. ((Translation: Why are you taking so long, you know you want to do it.))
"Trig, dude, say what's in the book." I'm sorry that I was of Spanish decent and that I know the language. It's not my fault. But it's fun teasing him.
"El alcahuete, usted no tiene la menor idea lo que digo. ¡Trato de decir usted que quiero ir y tener el sexo como en este momento, asshole! ¿Su mamá no está en casa y nosotros me tenemos la casa a nosotros mismos, así que por qué no podemos ir nosotros apenas lo hace?" I laughed. ((Translation: Snitch, you have no idea what I'm saying. I'm trying to tell you that I want to go and have sex like right now, asshole! Your mom isn't home and we have the house to ourselves, so why can't we just go do it?))
"What the hell are you saying, Trig? And what the fuck is this 'el sexo'? Stick with what is in the fucking book!" He raised his voice, a little frustrated.
"I'll tell you. I'll show you what's in my book!" I said as I stood up and grabbed his shoulders, lifting him off the floor and pushing him on the bed, then sliding on top of him. He, of course, wasn't going to let me stay there. It was the mans place to be on top, not the girls. So, he rolled me over in the 'proper' position. "This is 'el sexo'." I smiled at him.
"Ah. Usted me debe haber dicho eso más pronto." He told me. ((Translation: Oh. You should have told me sooner.))
"Traté, pero usted no fue avanzado para entender bastante lo que el infierno yo decía." ((Translation: I tried, but you weren't advanced enough to understand what the hell I was saying.))
"Te quiero, Trig." He told me. ((Translation: I want you.))
"¿Usted acaba de querer mí? ¿Qué tal me adorando usted?" ((Translation: You just want me? What about you loving me?))
"Te amo, Trig. Eso es lo que signifiqué para decir." He told me. ((Translation: I love you, Trig. That's what I meant to say.))
"Te amo, Snitch." I told him as I kissed him.
Why do we always have to be interrupted at the worst of times? You tell me! The phone just happened to ring when we were in the middle of...you know what!
...Fuck! Finally we have some time to ourselves when his mom wasn't home, and we're fucking interrupted. I'm pissed off now. You can't tell me he was going to pick it up. And guess what! He did.
He stopped what he was doing and moved over to his nightstand thing to pick up the phone.
"Snitch, no, leave it." I complained.
"I gotta pick it up. What if it's my mom?" He said.
"Snitch. C'mon, don't leave me."
"I'll come back, Trig."
"Snitch."
"I'll come back." He raised his voice, in a funny way. He picked up the phone, saying the worst possible thing he could say ever. "Hello, Snitch the sex-god, what do you want?"
"You asshole!" I whispered as I laughed.
"Oh! Oh hi Grandma." He looked over at me and whispered, 'fuck'. "Oh no, no Grandma. No I'm not having sex. No. I was-I was making prank phone calls...to people with...my...friend." He put his hand over his head and knew he was in it deep. "No my friend's a guy." He whispered 'fuck' again. "No I'm not having sex with my friend. I'm not gay, Grandma. I'm not having sex with a guy; I'm not having sex at all. Yeah, his name is...Ryan." He said kind of confused. "Oh, oh you want to talk to him?" He leaned over and whispered in my ear 'sound like a boy'.
"What?" I said. What the hell was he talking about?
"You want to talk to Ryan, Grandma?" He asked, raising his voice to get the point across to me. "Okay, okay Grandma. Here he is."
He handed the phone over to me. What the hell was I supposed to do? Oh well, I had to do this and do it well or we'd be in deep shit. "Hello?" I said in my most manly voice, which I really didn't have. "Yeah, yeah this is Ryan." I told her looking at Snitch giving him the look of 'what the hell is going on here?' "No, Snitch is being a good boy. Yeah I was the one who wanted to do the prank phone calls, not him. Yeah? Yeah we were just calling...restaurants and stuff. Yeah, okay. Oh? You want me to tell him to make sure he gets his bath?" I giggled a bit looking at him. He banged the back of his head against the headboard of his bed. "Oh and to make sure he had his vitamins today? Uh-huh, yeah I'll tell him to make his bed. Alright. Alright here's Snitch now." I laughed, giving him the phone.
"Thank you Grandma!" He like yelled into the phone. "Yeah okay. I'll see you later. Alright. Buh-bye." He said as he slammed the phone down on the base thing. I started freaking out of laughter.
"Get your bath, Snitch." I teased.
"Alright, go ahead and laugh." He said. Laugh? Alright, you told me to. And laugh I did! "We can't possibly finish now."
"Oh and why not? Did you forget to take your vitamins?" I was in hysterics now.
"Yes." He said. I'm glad he could make fun of himself, he's a good sport.
"Hey, you're the asshole who said 'I'm Snitch the sex-god', when you said yourself that it could have been your mother." I told him.
"Yeah, you're right I did say that, didn't I? Shit."
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you say that?"
"Because you screw with my mind, woman!" He laughed, making me laugh even more. "Dude, how close were we to getting our asses kicked?"
"Like this." I said, showing him a few centimeters with my hands. He looked down at his hands and started picking at his fingernails. "Snitch, it's okay. Don't worry about it."
"I'm embarrassed now."
"About what? I mean, parents and grandparents always embarrass you. It's a proven thing. It's nothing to worry about, I don't care."
"But still..."
"But still what? Look I don't care if she said to wipe your butt after you go poop. It doesn't matter."
"If she said that, then I'd really kill myself." He laughed.
"I'll love you anyway, no matter what anyone said to embarrass you." I leaned in and kissed him.
Dude I'm hungry. I'm gonna go eat. Nah, I don't feel like it. Meh, I don't think I will. Anyway, that was sort of random. Yay. I don't know what else to say now, so I'm gonna go to the SO's! Yay!
Rubix the Cube: Dude, you win. I don't think I can beat that. I'll try though. :hugglekissmakeoutwithspanksfeelsupgrabsticklesflirtsdoesstufftosmackssmoochesnestlesetcetcetc: Haha, I thought of a few more than last time. Oh well. Love you babe.
Jockey: Hey girl! Thanks so much for reviewing! Yes! You love the detail! I am a detail freak! I love detail also! Hehe. Yeah, when you turn 16, ask me and I'll give you an appy and I'll write a fic for you babe! No problem what so ever! Loves!
Splashey: Aww good luck on your tests babe. I think I have like a few tests tomorrow, but I haven't been in school for two days, so I hope they won't make me take them. If they do they'll be assholes, because I'm not ready. I'll refuse. LOL you like 'fucktard' instead of 'retard'? LOL I don't know where I heard 'fucktard' from. I doubt that I made it up, I'm sure I heard it somewhere. Oh well. Haha I'm glad you like it, even though it's better to say 'retard', it doesn't have one of the worstest bad words in. XD Thanks for reviewing hun! Lovvies.
Shakespearean Fool: Thanks so much for reviewing babe! I'm so glad that you think Snitch and I...ahem...I mean Trigger (XD) are cute together. I always thought they (we) would make a good couple. Hehe. I'll def. give you guys another chapter. This story is so freaking fun to write, you have no idea! The possibilities are endless! XD Thanks so much love!
Scout73: Aww I hope you feel better babe. Being sick sucks ass! :pouts: I hope you get better! I also hope I get better. :LOL You can come live with Snitch if you want to...but make sure you don't do anything bad with him. He's mine. :stomps foot: LOL that sounds really teenybopperish. Oh well, everyone is entitled to sound that way at least once in their life. Hehe. Thanks for reviewing love! And I hope you feel better.
C. M. Higgins: Damn, your reviews won't show up on the site yet. :So thanks for reviewing hunny! Love you baby and I hope that you can see that movie! Huggles and kisses.
...everyone else...that I might have forgotten. Sorry babes.
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