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
Rubix noticed a mistake in the last chapter. Damn it, I can't believe I missed it. I forgot to put 'Prettyinpink1988' instead of Trig for the last few lines of it. When I wrote it I used Snitch, Missy and Trig for the names. I thought I corrected them all though.
And I didn't fucking know it was going to be double spaced! Stupid bastards! Dude that ruined everything and made it 10 fucking times longer! God!
:goes to write 'failure' on her arm again: God I'm the biggest fucking loser in the world. Hmph!
Friends. I fucking hate them. But then again I don't. Ahh well. It was almost 3 o'clock. I wanted to get a shower before I headed over to Snitch's. That was my usual routine when we went out. I'm weird like that, but doesn't everyone take a shower before they go out on a date or whatever? I don't know, I guess, maybe not.
I got my clothes and the phone rang. Dude what the hell is this? I picked it up. "I can't talk right now, call back later."
"Trigger, listen to me please. I need to talk to you." A voice said, I don't know who the hell it was and it kinda freaked me out.
"Who are you?"
"Trigger, you know me! Please listen to me."
"Who are you? Alright I'll listen." I told them. It was weird.
"Do you know what you did? It's all around school!"
"What did I do? What?"
"Everyone knows! Trig, you have to leave! Get out!" They screamed at me.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You stupid slut, you don't understand. You better stop what you're doing!" They yelled.
"What? What am I doing? Who the hell are you?"
"All you two do is fuck! He doesn't love you! You're fucking crazy if you think he does. All he wants you for is sex and that's it. It's all over the bathroom walls. He wrote it. And that book. He's hiding it from you because he tells the truth about him in it."
"Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you telling me this?"
"Trig, I'm trying to help you!" The voice said again.
"Then tell me who you are! You're not fucking funny! And if you were really trying to help me, you would have told me who you are! You don't know Snitch like I do. He's not like that. I love him and he loves me. He'd never do any of that. And he has that book because it's his story and it's very personal to him. You asshole, unless you want your ass eaten off by a pair of man eating anacondas I suggest you leave me the fuck alone and never call here again, got it? Good, now fuck off!" I said as I hung up the phone. My heart was pounding a million miles a minute.
What? Snitch? He couldn't. How? Who? Don't believe it, Trig. Don't fucking believe it. The phone rang again. FUCK! I picked it up. "Leave me the hell alone!" I screamed.
"I'm smelling your panties right now." What the hell was this sicko trying to pull? Well he wasn't pulling anything with Trigger.
"Well I'm gonna be smelling your panties as soon as they break because they've been shoved too far up your ass! Leave me the hell alone, bitch!" I screamed.
"I want to lick your butt."
"Well I'm gonna have your grandma lick your butt if you don't fucking leave me alone." Who the hell is this bastard?
"Are you scared?" Scared? Fuck no!
"Of you? Fucker, pah-lease!"
"You should be."
"Yeah okay. You really scare me. If you want to make me piss my pants with fear I suggest you find a better way than to call me up on a fucking phone." I told him. Dude this was fucking stupid.
"You keep saying 'fuck'. Do you want to?" Haha, this was a game and it was fun.
"Yeah, and afterwards we can order some Kentucky Fried Chicken." I tried not to laugh.
"Really? That'd be awesome. You're hot."
"And you're not. Any other questions?"
"How old are you?"
"Why? I thought you knew me." Stupid asshole.
"Well not technically. I heard stuff about you." I'm flattered! NOT!
"Oh, well how old are you Mr. Ugly?"
"I'm young too, about 16."
"About? Does that mean you're 40?" I asked.
"No."
"I think it does lardass." I laughed. This shit was too easy.
"Hey, you don't know me. I'm taking my clothes off."
"Nice. I'm leaving mine on, thanks."
"Why?" Why? Because I'm not accustomed to having phone sex dude. I'm accustomed to having real sex.
"Because my fat stomach might fall out and make a hole in the floor, any questions?"
"How old are you, hottie?"
"I don't know. You guess."
"Really? Dude, no."
"Yes. You want to fuck me, so you find out for yourself."
"I don't know, 16 or something?"
"Hun, I'm old enough to be your grandmother, baby. I'm sure those bastards didn't tell you that."
"What?"
"Yeah, I caught you off guard, didn't I?" I laughed. Too fucking easy.
"No! You're so not."
"I'm a hooker, babe. My boobs are saggy, my face is falling to the ground, and my skin looks like your fingers after you take a long bath. I'm old baby. But we can still have fun. Do you want to? I'm all open for it." I giggled a bit.
"Um, I don't think so. I guess I'll go."
"Aww why baby? I want to be with you." I laughed. "Come on, we can fuck and get some chicken afterwards. It's a good plan!"
"No. Sorry to bother you. Bye." And he hung up. I died of laughter. Dude, people are so fucking stupid. It was so easy. I mean, it was! He left in a flash! Haha. That'll show him!
...I got my shower and stuff. No one bothered me. I wasn't worried about the whole Snitch thing, I knew it wasn't true. I drove my ass over to his house. Picked him up and headed to the car lot. He noticed that I looked a bit nervous, I wasn't really nervous, at least I didn't think that I did look nervous. I was just, I don't know, freaked out because of the weird phone call I got. I hope I never hear from that guy again.
I mean, it's scary when some jerk off gets your phone number, has the courage to call it, and then you know that he knows stuff about you. That's fucking scary. I don't think he'll be bothering me anymore. You have to stand up to people. You can't let them find out you're scared shitless, you have to stand up for yourself and give them a taste of their own medicine. And that's exactly what I did. That's exactly what I do! That's me, Trigger for you.
"So what car lot are we going to?" I asked, wondering where the hell I was going. I don't know any car places, and I really don't give shit about them.
"I don't know. A place where they sell cars." He shrugged.
"You haven't planned this out at all?"
"No." He smiled innocently.
"Dude! What the hell is wrong with you? I mean, I'm driving on a fucking Saturday and I have no idea where I'm going." 'Twas true.
"I just wanted to spend some time with you." He said.
"Bull shit! That was not your motive." It couldn't be. Dude, he wants something.
"No I really did."
"Shut the hell up, Snitch."
"Trig, why do you think I always need a reason to want to be with you?"
"Because you do. That's what all guys want. They all want something out of it." My words hurt, I knew it. Snitch wasn't like other guys, and I understood and I knew that. Why was I treating him like he was? I'm such a jerk.
"Dude, I can't believe you've been with me this long and you haven't realized that I'm not like everyone else. What other fucking guy is a writer? What other fucking guy is like me? I don't want to be like everyone else, Trig. I pride in being different. I've always been that way. Don't you understand that?"
"No."
"Trig, why does everyone have to have a reason to want to be with you? All I want to do is be with you, don't you understand that? Nothing else. I just want to be able to talk to you, to hold you and just to know that you feel the same way about me. That's it. I don't understand why you don't think that I do." I hurt him. I knew it. I could see it in his eyes. All I ever do is hurt him and make him feel bad because he was born into the male race.
"I'm sorry." I said. I was sorry for being a complete asshole!
"Stop the car." Moi? I'm in the middle of the high way, god damnit.
"¿Qué?" (Translation: What?)
"Tire sobre, Trig." (Translation: Pull over, Trig.)
"¿Por qué?" I asked. What the hell was his problem? (Translation: Why?)
"Quiero hablar con usted. Tire el coche que jode sobre por favor." He said, getting a little irritated. (Translation: I want to talk to you. Pull the fucking car over, please.)
"Bien. Bien." I said as I pulled over to the side of the road to find out what the hell he wanted and if he wanted to kill me or what. (Translation: Alright. Alright.)
"Okay." He said as I pulled over to the side of the road.
"Bien. Maintenant que voulez-vous ? Voulez-vous me tuer?" (Translation: Alright. Now what do you want? Do you want to kill me?)
"¿Qué es usted, un polígloto ahora?" He asked. He was a little ticked off. (Translation: What are you, a polyglot now?)
"Klar. Behandeln Sie es. Nur, weil Sprachen lernend, ist mein Hobby nicht bedeutet, daß Sie haben, daß ein Recht, ab gepisst zu werden." I laughed. I can't help it that I liked learning languages. I mean, so what if I was of Spanish and German decent. It's not my fault. And French was just a hobby, along with Italian. No it isn't weird for me to know this stuff. Languages are awesome! (Translation: Yeah. Deal with it. Just because learning languages is my hobby doesn't mean that you have a right to be pissed off.)
"Trig, that's like German now, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"How many languages do you know?" He asked.
"A lot. But anyway, you wanted to talk to me."
"Yeah. I did." He said as he scratched his head. "I don't understand you sometimes, Trig." He said. Understand me? Who the hell does? I don't even understand myself sometimes. "I mean, I look at you and you just blow me away, you know. You just want so much out of life. I mean, I've never met a person who has been through so much in their life and turned out to be so beautiful. Trigger, you're so much more than what you say you are. I know I'll never fully understand why you put yourself down so much and think things are too good to be true. You're right, my life is kind of perfect. I'm sorry about that. If I could I'd change lives with you in a second, but I can't do that. All I can do is try to offer what I have to you." He grabbed my hands. I swore to God he was going to propose, but he didn't. Damn it. "I just, sometimes think that you don't think of me in the way that I really am. Trigger, I don't know what people tell you or told you or what, I'm not like them. I'd never use you for anything. I only want to be with you because I love you and I like being with you, that's it. There is nothing in it for me, except the enjoyment of your company. I..."
"Snitch, I love you." I told him. It was the only thing I could say to get him to stop babbling and to...oh shit. I'm doing it again. Work on it Trig. Work on it! I leaned in and I kissed him. Snitch was so sweet. But what the hell was he doing with me? I'm anything but sweet. I'm like the anti-sweet person, you know. Oh I'm doing it again. I have to stop that, he's right. But he never said anything about quitting it.
...fuck that I'm not. I'm very content making fun of myself and everyone else. Just as long as I don't act like a jerk around Snitch, I'll be fine. I think.
"Just, try to, I don't know, don't be so hard on yourself all the time." He told me. Hard on myself? Dude, he just said 'hard on'. Maybe I should tell my observation to Snitch.
"Dude, you just said 'hard on'." I giggled a bit.
He looked down at his crotch, jokingly. "Um no, sorry, not right now." He said in his manliest voice.
"Damn." I laughed as I snapped my fingers.
"Why what did you have planned?"
"Nothing with you, dickpipe." I joked. I love picking on him. Shit I'm being a jerk again. Oopsies.
Whew. That one is done. This was fucking hard to write, and it made no sense. Oh well. The next one will make more sense and will be relevant to the story. To be honest, I have no idea what the hell that call had to do with anything. I just thought it'd be funny and it let you see how Trigger really is. She likes to play with people's minds. I wish I could be that calm at times like that.
Special thanks to:
Blue Boxer
Shakespearean Fool
C. M. Higgins
Fantasy3
Scout73
Splashey
And...Rubix the Cube.
Thank you all lovelies. Now go and review and I'll give you something.