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.
Okay. From like the last two chapters or so...this is what I'm making up. We never actually 'finished' our RP, but we got the most important parts out of the way. So this part is all part of my imagination on what I want to happen/think should happen. XD Yay!
Snitch was sleeping. Like he usually did. I wore him out, I don't know why or how, but I read that it's not the physical strain for guys that make them fall asleep, it's the mental strain. Like it said in the article that I read that all their energy and blood runs to the...happy area, and it strains their mind or whatever. God I'm writing a story here and I'm telling you facts about penises. God I'm such a fucktard!
...dude! I heard a noise. "Snitch, wake up." I shook him. He didn't move. "Snitch get up, I think your mom's here." I told him. I heard someone pull into the drive way.
"What?" He said, still not moving, but grumbling.
"You're mom's here I think. Get your ass up." I said pulling the covers away.
"What the hell do you want?" He kinda yelled. He was groggy.
"I think your mom is here, asshole. Now get up!" I said, punching his back.
"She's not here, sleepy time." He said, throwing his head back down on the pillow. Fine then. I have to take matters into my own hands. So I jumped on top of him, and bit down hard on his neck, and pulled my head upwards. Haha, it was funny hearing him 'owing'. Haha. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, okay, I'm up, I'm up!" He said as he sat up. "Get off." He played, pushing me back. He got up out of the bed and walked over to his window.
"Get your pants on, asshole." I yelled.
"No." He said, as he looked through the blinds. "There's no one fucking here, Trig." He said.
"What? I heard someone. Go look again." I ordered him.
"Dude, there's no one in the fucking driveway."
"Look across the street."
"That's the neighbors." He told me. "Look there is no car in my driveway. There's my car, and then that's it. No other car. We're safe." He said as he walked back and hopped into bed. "Okay, now sleepy time." He said, rolling over and closing his eyes.
"Dude, are you sure? I mean, I like totally heard a noise out there."
"Trig, honestly, no one is there. Alright, my mom isn't home, now let me sleep please? I'm tired as hell." I heard another noise. Haha, I'm going to make him get off just to piss him off.
"Snitch what was that?" I said, a little panicky.
"Alright, I'll go check it out." He said, jumping out of bed again.
"Boy, put some pants on, please." I told him again.
"No way, no one is gonna see anything." He said. "Besides, no one is out there."
"Snitch, you just fucking walk to the window naked, you're crazy!"
"Dude the blinds are closed! It's not like I'm gonna open one of them and stick my wang through!" Dude he was funny and he didn't even try to be. He just told things exactly the way they were, and it was just funny. "It's not that funny, Trig. It's just the way it is."
"Get your ass in here, boy." I laughed as he ran over and hopped beside me. He abruptly rolled over and closed his eyes to sleep. "Snitch?"
"What?" He asked.
"What's your problem, dude?"
"Nothing, I'm tired. Why?"
"You don't wanna fool around?" I asked, a little hurt, I guess.
"Trig, c'mon, I'm tired. Girl, you wear me out! Give me like ten minutes." He said closing his eyes again and popping his thumb in his mouth.
"Snitch, I want to now." I told him. Sometimes you want to make out, sometimes you don't, that's just the way it is. When you want to fool around, you want to. You might not want to in ten minutes.
"Trig, listen to me. I have no energy and I'm running on empty, kay? Look if you wanna fool around, go in the kitchen and make me a sandwich, then I'll be good to go. I need food!" He said, laying his head back down.
"Are you fucking serious?" I was pissed now.
"Yes."
"You want me to fucking go to the kitchen and make you a fucking sandwich?"
"Yes." He said.
"Alright. Alright." I said as I got up and put my clothes on. "I'm glad you enjoy food rather than me." I said as I walked out.
"What? Fuck. Trig, it isn't like that." He said, as he ran and put his pants on, trying to follow me out. I don't know why I was in such a bitchy mood, but I was. He didn't really deserve it, but I felt like being mean today. Oh well. "Trig, c'mon, I didn't mean it like that."
...I know you didn't Snitch. Why am I such a loser?
"Trig, honestly, I didn't mean it like that. You took it the wrong way." I felt bad. He was doing all the work. He should get his ass back there and sleep. I was wrong. "Look, I'd love to be with you, honestly, it's just a man needs his sleep, alright..."
"Snitch, I understand. I'm sorry, I was wrong. You were right. Look you go back and get your sleep. I'm sorry." I told him. Dude he was right, for the first time like ever. No I can't say that, that's mean too. Snitch was like always right. Stupid bitch!
"Really? I'm truly sorry, Trig." He apologized.
"No." I said as I kissed him. "It's okay, I was wrong. I'm sorry for bitching at you, it wasn't right." I said, wrapping my arms around him and holding him. "Look, you got an innie." I said, referring to his belly button.
"So do you." He said.
"Yeah I do. You know what that means?" I said, getting really close to his face, almost brushing my lips against his.
"What?"
"I don't know, I just felt like saying that." I laughed as he kissed me again.
I pulled away as I traced his 'happy trail' with my fingers. "Look at your happy trail." I said as I randomly pulled a hair.
"Ow, don't pull my hair, that hurts." He said. "God girl, you're all about pain, aren't you?"
I shrugged. "It's all I know." I told him.
He cupped my face and looked into my eyes. "You'll never have to know that here. But I guess I'm the one who you have to inflict pain on." He joked.
"Hey we didn't talk about bondage, yet." I winked, joking, of course.
"You're not that kinky, are you?"
"You never know." I joked. "Now get back to bed, fuckbucket." I demanded.
"Where the hell do you hear all these words?"
"I make them up, why?" I asked.
"Fuckbucket? What the hell, Trig!"
"Hey! I just thought of that! Don't bring me down!" I teased.
"I'm not; now go get me a sandwich." He teased again.
"Are you fucking serious, again?"
"Yeah."
"Snitch, you eat like a fucking cow!" I told him. Tis true, tis true.
"Oh thanks. You eat like a fucking mouse." He told me. Yeah right!
"Yeah and then I gain like twenty pounds, damnit."
"Trig, you barely way twenty pounds, what the hell are you talking about?" He argued with me.
"Hey, thin is in, okay." I said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, well I highly doubt that they really wanted to use hipbones as coat hangers." He told me.
"Hey, I'm proud of my hipbones, thank you very much." I said, feeling a bit self-conscious. "I bet you can't use yours like that."
"Yeah I bet I can't either, you trying to say something?"
"Yeah, yo fat." And I really did say 'yo', gangsta style.
"Oh yeah, well you want me on a diet then?"
"Yeah get yo ass on a diet, boy."
"Boys don't go on a diet, that's a girl's thing."
"No male models do it all the time." I informed him.
"And do I look like a male model to you?" He said, getting in my face.
"Which half?" I joked, giggling a bit.
He smiled, trying not to, of course. He shook his finger at me. "That's not funny."
"Then why you smiling?" I asked, hearing him laugh too. "No c'mon, lets go do stuff." I smiled, mischievously.
"Oh so now you wanna do it?" He asked.
"Yeah! Hurry up before I change my mind." I said as he picked me up from the floor and slung me over his shoulder.
"Snitch! Hey, put me down." I screamed, kicking my legs. "This wasn't part of the agreement."
"It is now."
"Dude, you're such a manwhore." I told him, knowing that wasn't how that word was supposed to be used. But hey, he was a whore...except he was a man. So there, I used it correctly. Haha.
"Oh yeah, well your mom!" He said. That was something that was really popular here. It means kind of like nothing, but they just say it, because it's funny.
"Yeah, okay whatever." Here we are. Two horney teenage kids. We get time to ourselves, we jump at the opportunity, literally. Don't look at us that way. Don't look at me that way. I'm not a slutbucket and he's not a sex-addict. We're just two horney teenagers that are in love, that's it.
Dude, this chapter fucking sucked. Probably because I now officially hate the male race, except for Snitch and Oscar. They're the only ones who are spared in the Wrath of Trigger. :stomps foot: Stupid fucking penises.
No SO's today, I'm pissed and I'm in a bad mood. You know who you are and you know I love you. Thanks babes.
Now go review and make me feel better. You won't get anything from men, because they're fucking liars and I hate them!
I'm off now.