Itey
Ha HAH! I AM a genius. Go Itey. Go Itey. Go Itey. Okay, I'll stop, now. We had two cars, Jack's nine-seater expedition, and Spot's SUV. School was out, and we were standing in the parking lot, waiting for Kid Blink, who, I swear, has, like, three suitcases! And he's straight! Anyways, Kid FINALLY got his sorry ass up here, and, after some berating from Two-Bits, we headed out.
So, we piled in the cars. Our group has like, two gangs in it. There's the sane, and the insane, but we call ourselves The Jets and The Sharks. Of course, my group (Two-Bits, Racetrack, Spot, myself, Swifty, Dutchy, and Bumlets) were The Sharks, because we're the lunatic, non-English speakers. Race, Bits, and I speak Italian, Dutchy speaks Dutch (duh), Swifty speaks Japanese, Bumlets speaks Spanish, and Spot (surprise, surprise) speaks French.
Gaywad.
The rest, which would be Specs, Davvy, Jack, Kid Blink, Mush, Snitch, Skittery, and Crutchy, a.k.a. The Jets, are the sane people in our group. Must be that whole, English-speaking thing.
But, anyways, riding with The Sharks is great. We shout at each other in our signature language, and half the time we know what the other is saying, and the other half we don't.
It's hilarious to watch Spot and Two-Bits. They argue about everything. And Two-Bits loves to speak Italian, so she argues in Italian, and Race and I translate for everyone else, but what Spot says is beyond us. Damn Frenchie.
We began driving, and our first stop was Philadelphia.
Hee hee! The Sharks and The Jets compliments of West Side Story! If you like slash, go read East Side Story, by Saturday! It's great!
Shoutouts!
Erin Go Bragh
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