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Spot's POV
I stared at the open box in awe. Skittery's voice echoed in my head, "Aren't they extinct?" he asked sounding as dumbfounded as I felt. I licked my lips, which were still warm from the kiss that Skittery had sprung on me previously. Not that I minded of course...I was just kind of confused.
"I'm guessing they won't be for too long." I told him seriously. Could this really be what my father had been trying to accomplish? To bring back a highly unstable and possibly dangerous, if successful, replication of a dinosaur?
I had seen fossils of old eggs and this was definitely similar. And what else would the fuss be about? The technology to accurately acquire the DNA must have been somewhat advanced. Not to mention this could be groundbreaking if it was successful....I mean there is always the chance that it might not survive.
"Does this explain anything really?" Skittery asked. Though I wasn't quite sure if it was more to me or more to himself. I nodded enthusiastically.
"This helps a lot more than you would think!" I told him. Digging my hand into my pocket I fished out a small piece of paper. I looked at the scrawled numbers. I briefly thought back to my encounter with Denton earlier in the hallway.
"Spot! What are you doing here?" Denton had asked upon seeing me at school when it was most definitely over. I thought quickly of a reply.
"What are you?" I questioned back, "I thought you only taught one class?" He nodded.
"That's true, but I wanted to come here and get another copy of the newspaper where you found that article." He told me.
"Why?" I asked slightly disturbed that we had the same thing in our minds. Maybe he knew what was going on.
"Well I do some journalism jobs for random magazines and newspapers and a local paper asked me to look into some of what had been taking place at the Jenkins Lab. So I thought I might get some more information about what they already knew."
He paused and looked at my state of dress, from the scratches on my cheeks to my torn jacket.
"Spot, I don't know what's going on with you right now...but I do know from your files that your father works at Jenkins laboratory. Is that why you wanted the article?" He asked and I suddenly felt nervous.
"Sort of." I half confessed and half fabricated to one of the few teachers that I actually respected. He looked at me before getting a pen and ripping a small slip of paper from his notebook.
He began to write something on the sheet. "Spot," he said in mid scribble, "I know something's going on. If you don't want to tell me that's fine, but remember when I said come to me if you need anything?" he asked.
I nodded dumbly as he handed me the paper. "That offer still stands." He said and I smiled as I turned my head and saw Skittery standing nervously behind a row of lockers.
"Thanks Denton." I told him grateful as I scanned the address and phone number. He nodded and waved before walking down the hall.
I made a grab for my cell phone not bothering to notice the weird look Skittery was tossing my way. I punched in the number to Denton's cell and eyed the dark agriculture center suspiciously.
It rang at least three times before I started to get a little ancy. Finally it picked up causing me to let out a relieved breath.
"Hullo?" asked Denton's voice over the phone. Good it wasn't a machine.
"Denton?" I asked quickly causing Skittery to perk up. "Denton?" he asked looking at me as if I had just gone mad, "Spot why the fuck are you calling our teacher?"
I waved him off for the moment however and diverted my attention back to Denton. "Spot?" he asked over the phone, "Are you okay? Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I paused wondering how to say my words. My eyes strayed back to the egg and everything came back to me again. My mother was gone somewhere....she could be dead.
"We have something that belongs to the Jenkins Lab. We really could use some help here." I told him and was prepared to continue rambling.
"Spot you don't have to explain. If you're in some sort of trouble just come over to my house and I'll see how I can help." He told me sincerely through the electronic device.
I couldn't help the smile that broke out on my face. This was, for some reason, the only person that I felt would keep our little secret and understand, and I was not going to pass up the opportunity to retrieve some sort of help. No matter how damn suspicious Skittery seemed at the moment. All I could think about was my mother...and was she okay?
"Thank you so much Denton, I still have the address." I told him gratefully. I shoved the paper into Skittery's hands.
"Drive!" I ordered impatiently and Skittery pouted. I rolled my eyes at him, "What?" I asked at his sly look.
"Nothing you're just cute when you get all bossy." He told me and I laughed. Pointing at the address again I waved him off.
"Just drive," I said once more as he cranked the car to life. And that's exactly what we did.
The drive started out in silence and I had a feeling that we were both thinking about the kiss yet trying to be justifiably worried about our families. It wasn't like my first little kiss or anything. It was just my first with a guy.
And looking at Skittery I realized that this was the first time I had ever really liked anyone so much and none so little about them. The timing of this incident was terrible and I wanted so much to think about my mother and whether or not she was safe more, and yet, on the other hand....I wanted nothing more than to not worry, to take things as they came, one at a time and simply thank Skittery for being so wonderful. But he beat me to it.
"Hey Spot," he started off nervously and I looked at him. And though his eyes were glued to the road I could see him slightly staring at the reflection of me off of his windshield that was darkened by the night. A shade of light from a street lamp passed slowly over his face and he smiled.
"Thank you," he told me plainly and I looked at him startled. I let out a small laugh, but it wasn't at him, but more directed at the irony that I wanted to say the same thing.
"For sticking by me in this," he said still smiling, "I know...that you didn't have to...and I know a million people that would've ditched me if I put them through all the trouble I've put you through."
I snorted at his statement, "You must keep some company." I told him in a mockingly wistful tone. This drawled a laugh and he took a turn on the road and looked mildly distracted before he spoke.
"Honestly though Spot....you're probably one of the better people that I've known in my like and I haven't known you that long. So....just...um thank you for being so wonderful."
I sat back into the leaned backwards chair and tilted my head back onto the headrest. When I looked at the space right next to his mirror I saw a picture of what I supposed was his family.
"I'm honored." I told him and studied the girl in the picture. She was tall, pretty and thin with long dark brown hair that was the same color as Skittery's. Too young to be his mother, so it had to be his sister. There was no other woman in the photograph however...only a tall slightly tired looking man with a graying black head of hair. There were bags under his eyes.
"So what does you Dad do?" I asked him curiously and he looked slightly startled at the random timing of my question but he answered anyways. Leaning forward I turned the radio up a little at the slight stream of music made the car and the night seem that less threatening.
Skittery laughed before answering when 'Jeepers Creepers' by Count Baise and Tony Bennett cam on. He smiled, looked down and then back at me and I was happy to see him more amused then preoccupied. He had told me about his sister and I thought it would be good for both of us to take our mind off of the safety of them.
I know that sounds terribly insensitive but I feel that deciding what to do with this egg is the key to getting more information, which is important in their 'rescue' or however we are going to help them.
"Honestly?" Skittery asked with a laugh and I smiled and nodded encouraging him to continue, I wanted to learn more about his family. I mean, he had already met mine....though that was kind of strange. Which reminds me...what about that tattoo he had?
"He works in a morgue a ways away from here." He admitted sheepishly. I tilted my head to study his expression.
"You seemed embarrassed," I pointed out to him and he shrugged slightly as we stopped at a red light.
"It's just not your average job for a dad I guess," he told me this time taking the time to look at me with a shy grin. Which was strange...he usually wasn't ever shy or embarrassed about most things. That I actually knew about him and I figured it was only when discussing his family.
I laughed as I changed the station and allowed Tina Turner to ask us what the Hell love had to with anything. "Yeah...real weird Skittery. My dad, I just recently discovered, you might know, works on bringing potentially dangerous animals back into existence using not so primitive methods and technology that I assume some company is trying to retrieve by blind force." I told him fluidly and though I meant it to be a joke I think Skittery took it as a way of me blaming myself.
Which in a way it was...this, to an extent was my father's fault therefore making me feel slightly guilty, though I don't think that I really pushed him to it.
Skittery turned in his seat looking seriously at me through half lidded eyelids. "Spot...none of this was your fault. Not even remotely. I...really don't want you to get upset over this," he paused leaning forward slightly his face only inches from my own.
"It makes me happy to see you happy." He whispered as he leaned forward and let his lips ease onto mine slowly. I noted amused, that halfway through sliding his tongue into my mouth his hand hit the radio and changed it to 'It Had to Be You,' by Tony Bennett, which caused me to sigh into his kiss. God I loved this song.
Let's just say that it was a fairly long red light. Long enough to allow me to slip my arms around his neck and long enough for a loud blast that sounded like a trumpet to come from directly next to us. Skittery grumbled irritably as he pulled away from me with a smile.....damn I really did like him.
I glared at the direction of the car horn. My jaw dropped as I saw a black Dodge truck pull up next to us. Inside it were Jack, David, Snitch, I noticed grumpily and Racetrack....wait Racetrack?
"Why the fuck aren't you at home watching my sister?" I demanded of him as they rolled the window down. He chuckled nervously....dear God let her be okay. But I was sure she was fine, I trusted Racetrack's family with her and it was hard to be nervous with Skittery's arms wrapped around my waist.
"My parents told me to leave so they could talk to her because she was so scared....so yeah they kind of kicked me out." Racetrack said thinking that I must have dumped Lexis with him so I could be with Skittery.
"Gee I wonder why?" Skittery snapped bitterly, obviously still sore about the coffee incident. I elbowed him in the ribs.
"Having fun Spotty?" Jack asked with a smile and I glared at my best friend playfully.
"We actually have a destination." I told him beginning to roll up the window. Snitch smirked.
"Yeah so do we." He told us before telling Jack to "Roll up the damn window".
Surprisingly enough it was the same place.
Skittery's POV
When the door to Denton's large Penthouse like home swung open, the look on his face at seeing six of his students standing at his front door was not one of surprise. He simply opened the door wide and motioned for all of us to come in.
To say the place was big would be like saying that Alaska was a little chilly. The place was huge and it made me wonder...just how much shit does Denton write?
Spot entered and stuck to my side, which was comforting. I know that we don't really want to say anything about what was going on...so we felt a little more safety with each other I suppose since the others know nothing about it. The egg I mean. Yeah...not like they didn't obviously see what was going on in the car.
"You guys have a seat." Denton said, "I know why all of you are here and Spot," he directed to the blond clutching my arm like a life saver. Spot looked over at him.
"I think may be you should let them in on what you're probably here to tell me about. They could probably help. I assume he already knows?" he asked nodding at me.
I was fully prepared, though I'm not sure why, to give him a smartass remark but was silenced when Spot dug his surprisingly sharp fingernails into my left hand.
"Yes," he began quietly to Denton who was motioning for all of us to sit on a large brown couch in front of a slightly cackling fireplace. "We both kind of found the thing...together."
Denton nodded, "Don't worry about keeping your voices down, my wife is visiting her mother in the hospital for today and tomorrow so you really aren't disturbing anyone." He told us.
"Oh thank GOD!" Jack stated from his seat on the couch....he had been the only one to sit this far. "I was staring to gag on the silence...for God's sake what is wrong with you people?" he asked slightly miffed by mine, Spot's and Denton's mysterious, I presume behavior.
I shrugged and tried to avoid the look that Snitch was sending my way. Apparently he felt that whatever Denton was talking about couldn't be too important to not tell him about but share with Spot. And for once, with Spot at my side, I didn't feel too bad about excluding Snitch, which surprised me.
David finally broke the uncomfortable silence that had just been Jack's topic of blabbering moments before, "So what exactly is going on?" he asked empathizing his words with curiosity and concern even though he hardly knew us...but then again...I should know that time doesn't really judge how well you knew a person.
Ah well we didn't have to answer questions unless one of them saw the box. David continued, "I saw this thing in the back of your car Skittery," he said. Damnit! He didn't stop there, "and I don't mean to be terribly intruding...but maybe Denton's right, maybe we can help." He stated.
Spot shook his head like a mother that was keeping a secret from her children, and sat down on the couch, pulling me down with him and causing me to fall onto his lap. He laughed and didn't bother to make me move and I let my legs hang over the arm rest of the couch's end. I arched my back which was on Spot's thighs and looked up at Denton who was smiling.
Spot sighed as the other's sat down in front of him. "First off," he began, "Where are the others?" he asked referring to are missing Newspaper class. He looked at them expectantly.
"Spec and Dutchy dragged Blink and Mush on this...double date thing." Racetrack spoke for the others and I smirked.
"I knew it!" I conceded while looking up at Spot. He rolled his eyes and pinched my nose. Ouch! The Hell? That's an interesting torture method....I'll have to try it on someone.
Spot suddenly looked as if someone had just slapped him on the head and he shoved me off of him which caused Racetrack to laugh. I glared and gave him the finger.
"Boys." Denton warned though smiling. Spot stood up and helped me up quickly looking embarrassed.
"I'm sooo sorry," He exclaimed brushing off my shirt and I smirked at him, "I just remembered..." he trailed off before leaning forward and standing on his tip toes hands pressed to my chest much like the night we found the trouble that now resided in Spot's duffle bag and on the hardwood floors of Denton's home.
He put his lips to my ear and whispered, "I just though that you might want to contact your father and tell him about you sister...maybe recommend that he not go home or something, like stay at a hotel until further notice. So he doesn't freak out when you aren't there. You know?" he told me worriedly and I just stared at him wondering how he could worry about my family when I knew for a fact that he was scared sick for his mother, father and even his sister.
"Thank you!" I told him with a smile and I wasn't quite sure why I was so happy. Maybe it was because I was touching one of the most considerate people in the world? Or perhaps it was because Spot was giving me the perfect reason to call my father and let him know that I care about him enough to let him know what's going on? Or both?
I picked him up and spun him around. "Great idea!" I told him enthusiastically. I glanced at a rather amused looking Denton.
"There's a phone in the kitchen which is down the hall to the left." He told me and I figured that Spot wasn't very good at the whispering concept.
"Thanks!" I told him before rushing to the kitchen. I topped at the secluded area of tile and counters. I spotted the phone on a receiver next to the fridge and made my way over to it. I could here Spot telling the other's what had been going on lately and even though they knew now it was still something only Spot and I who shared the experience.
I picked up the phone and listened to the dial tone flood my ears. I punched in the memorized number of my father's work place and waited while it rang.
Looking at Denton's fridge I saw little pictures here and there of two happy teenagers at their prom, a wedding picture, and pictures from a vacation. Aww...Denton married his high school sweet heart. I suppose every young relationship does have a chance then.
Suddenly the line stopped ringing and a voice said, "Hello this is Downtown Morgue how can I help you?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the original name but apparently Spot had finished telling the story and was now getting harassed by Snitch...so I decided to not waste my time.
"Uh yeah," I began. "May speak to Mr. ....." but I was surprisingly cut off. A click was heard and my father's tired voice leaked through.
"Jacob...is that you?" he asked urgently.
"Yeah Dad it's me...listen I don't know if you got a call or anything," I trailed off as he interrupted once more. We both had a tendency to do that.
"I heard that the house got broken into today and that Claire was at the hospital. The authorities said you were no one to be found. And I just called the hospital that Claire should be at and she isn't there Jake! Where are you...are you okay?" he asked and informed me in a genuinely panicked tone.
"Yeah Dad, I'm fine me and....I'm with friends. Listen something is going on that I can't really tell you about," I began slowly but I knew my father was no child. Not to mention that he trusted me with certain things and if I told him I couldn't tell him something, he would believe me. "But I need you to trust me...don't go back to the house until I call again...okay?"
"Sure Jacob....anything...I trust you...I just wish you could tell me what was going on and why my family was missing." His tone spoke volumes to me and my heart broke. Claire and I were all he had anymore, especially after my mom had died.
And Claire had been gone away at college for so long....and I? I....had been too selfish to spend any time with him. Too busy to not come home until 1:30 in the fucking morning and too damn lazy to try to fix the relationship that was my family. Wow I really missed them.
"Dad, Claire should be okay...I kind of know where she is." I said and totally shocked myself. Wow that would keep him from worrying. I mean really put him at ease. Phht who am I kidding?
"Look Jacob...I have to go I'm working late tonight." He told me, "Whatever is going on...please be careful."
"Okay Dad...I promise." I startled myself with that one, though I'm not sure why, "and um...dad....I love you...please be careful."
I knew he was shocked because he didn't say anything for awhile. It must have been a long time since we'd said that to one another. Or me to him at least. After what seemed like forever he spoke.
"I love you too son....goodbye." he told me.
"See you soon...." I whispered and then hung up. I may not have had the coolest most energetic dad in the world, like Spot's for example (and man is he strange) but he cared about me and that was what really mattered.
It was at least nine o'clock by the time I had hung up the phone and snuck into the living room to rejoin the little conversation that was taking place. They were talking about the first 'course of action' we should take into getting the egg off our hands. And by 'our' hands I mean mine and Spot's seeing as there were a bunch of assholes threatening us through letters...or at least me anyways.
While they decided it would be best to go to the Jenkins Lab first to see if it would be possible to locate Spot's father, whom could not actually get in touch with. My biggest problem however, was that Racetrack had taken my seating area next to Spot. So I just glared at sat down on the other side of him.
Now don't get me wrong, Racetrack is an okay guy and all it's just that he likes Spot....and I like Spot....and the bastard poured SCORCHING coffee on me. And that, for some reason, rubbed me the wrong way.
So I subjected to glaring triumphantly (which I didn't know could be done until now) at him as Spot leaned back self consciously onto my shoulder. All the while with Denton telling us that he would do some research on Pulitzer, why he wanted the egg, and how we were to deal with him, seeing as he was obviously the most hostile of the THREE groups after this thing.
After what seemed like hours, or more accurately....after hours Denton asked what David, Jack, Snitch and Racetrack's parents thought they were doing at this late.
It was David who had sheepishly answered that he, Snitch and Racetrack had said they were at Jack's house who had said he was at Spot's house. And we all know what was wrong with staying at mine and Spot's homes.
"Okay," Denton stated as he slowly stood up, "All of you just stay here for the night. We have two guest bedrooms and this couch folds out. So two to a sleeping area okay?" he asked and we all nodded tiredly. It was at least twelve thirty and we were really tired.
"Sadly I have a feeling you all were planning this and have something to change into?" he assumed and was greeted with more tired nods as everyone got up to go change.
"And I'm getting you all out of school for tomorrow okay?" he asked and received a single clap of joy as everyone changed.
By now everyone was sitting on the folded out couch waiting for sleeping arrangements like we were at freaking summer camp...but secretly...we all thought it was kind of cool.
And when I say all of us were there I mean everyone except Spot who was taking hours to brush his precious teeth. He is so strange sometimes but I can't help loving that.
"Well here's who isn't sleeping together," Denton began and went so far as to list the reasons, "Jack and David because I don't trust Jack, Spot and Skittery, because I'm not stupid," the first statement got a blush from Jack and a laugh from David and the second one brought up murmurs on Denton's intelligence in which he told us all to shut up before continuing.
"Race and Spot because I sense tension and Race and Skittery because I don't want you two beating the shit out of each other, okay?" he asked and we all laughed nervously and nodded.
It wound up being me and Jack in one guestroom, Snitch and Racetrack in the other and Spot and David on the couch. This was fine with me because David seemed to like Jack anyways.
I walked groggily into the cozy, well furnished room and let my stuff fall down to the floor as I plopped down onto the bed. I didn't wait for Jack to show up and I cut off the lights and turned on the radio clock that was sitting on the bed stand next to my side of the bed.
I was amused to find that Denton seemed to have the same taste as Spot when it came to music and sighed as Tony Bennett's casually phenomenal voice once again sang the song 'It had to be you'. Yet this time I actually listened to the words.
Seems like dreams...like I've always had...could be should be making me glad...so why am I blue?...it's up to you to explain...I'm thinking maybe baby I'll go away...someday someway maybe you'll come and say...it's you that I need and you'll be pleading in vain....It... had... to be you...it had to be you...
His voice faded a little as the door creaked open silently. I figured it was my missing roommate and settled for not bothering to look. But I was surprised to see a pair of familiar blue eyes look directly into mine and I jumped a little.
"Spot?" I asked somewhat perplexed and unsure in all of the dark. He nodded and I smiled though I didn't know what he thought he was doing here. But I couldn't stay too upset about his spooking me when I saw him.
He was decked out in his sleepwear which consisted of low slung black flannel pants and a too big navy blue hoodie. And was he wearing black slippers?
"You are too cute sometimes," I told him with a smirk. He smiled at me and blew away any darkness there may have been in the room.
"And you don't so cute enough." He told me with a laugh then sighed, "I love this song." He admitted dreamily and I rolled my eyes before snatching him around the stomach and pulling him down next to me before turning my attention back to the song. Which was hard with Spot just fitting perfectly next to my body and amazing me because I didn't know that just laying with anyone could feel so right or could own a hand that fit so perfectly with my own.
Just thinking of you...some others I've seen...might never be mean...might never be cross or try to be boss...but they wouldn't do...nobody else...nobody else gave me a thrill...with all your faults I love you still...it had to be you...wonderful you....it had to be youuuuu.......... I love that song....
The song ended with him saying that which was very graceful and I started to see why Spot adored the aged singer. I looked down and saw that Spot was falling asleep. He had a stray bang of blond hair hanging over his forehead. I reached down and brushed it away not really caring that we might get in trouble for not listen to Denton...but I honestly didn't care.
Leaning down I placed a small kiss on his pouting lips and he smiled sleepily. "Had to be you, Spot." I told him knowing that I wouldn't have found a better person to get into this situation with.
He laughed, "I know," he said, "It had to be you too Skittery." He told me before falling asleep. And even though I probably shouldn't have seeing as it was so soon, I smiled, wrapped my arms around Spot's waist and fell asleep, chin on his shoulder.
And hearing his breathing I knew that I was happy sharing something this intimate with someone like Spot. We would figure all this shit out. I had faith in us.
And that was all that really mattered..........................
DigitalAngel4U: Wow if you haven't noticed I really LOVE Tony Bennett. Not to mention that I didn't mean for Spot and Skittery's thing to move so quickly...it's just that I found them to be an irresistibly cute couple and for some reason got the idea while reading Big Brother Newsies Style! I wish I could remember who wrote it but I can't!
Anyway I hope it was well liked and whatnot I'll try to get more events done next time but I wanted to bring in the other boys along with Denton first! So please tell me what you think! Good or bad! I'll try to update soon!
Spot's POV
I stared at the open box in awe. Skittery's voice echoed in my head, "Aren't they extinct?" he asked sounding as dumbfounded as I felt. I licked my lips, which were still warm from the kiss that Skittery had sprung on me previously. Not that I minded of course...I was just kind of confused.
"I'm guessing they won't be for too long." I told him seriously. Could this really be what my father had been trying to accomplish? To bring back a highly unstable and possibly dangerous, if successful, replication of a dinosaur?
I had seen fossils of old eggs and this was definitely similar. And what else would the fuss be about? The technology to accurately acquire the DNA must have been somewhat advanced. Not to mention this could be groundbreaking if it was successful....I mean there is always the chance that it might not survive.
"Does this explain anything really?" Skittery asked. Though I wasn't quite sure if it was more to me or more to himself. I nodded enthusiastically.
"This helps a lot more than you would think!" I told him. Digging my hand into my pocket I fished out a small piece of paper. I looked at the scrawled numbers. I briefly thought back to my encounter with Denton earlier in the hallway.
"Spot! What are you doing here?" Denton had asked upon seeing me at school when it was most definitely over. I thought quickly of a reply.
"What are you?" I questioned back, "I thought you only taught one class?" He nodded.
"That's true, but I wanted to come here and get another copy of the newspaper where you found that article." He told me.
"Why?" I asked slightly disturbed that we had the same thing in our minds. Maybe he knew what was going on.
"Well I do some journalism jobs for random magazines and newspapers and a local paper asked me to look into some of what had been taking place at the Jenkins Lab. So I thought I might get some more information about what they already knew."
He paused and looked at my state of dress, from the scratches on my cheeks to my torn jacket.
"Spot, I don't know what's going on with you right now...but I do know from your files that your father works at Jenkins laboratory. Is that why you wanted the article?" He asked and I suddenly felt nervous.
"Sort of." I half confessed and half fabricated to one of the few teachers that I actually respected. He looked at me before getting a pen and ripping a small slip of paper from his notebook.
He began to write something on the sheet. "Spot," he said in mid scribble, "I know something's going on. If you don't want to tell me that's fine, but remember when I said come to me if you need anything?" he asked.
I nodded dumbly as he handed me the paper. "That offer still stands." He said and I smiled as I turned my head and saw Skittery standing nervously behind a row of lockers.
"Thanks Denton." I told him grateful as I scanned the address and phone number. He nodded and waved before walking down the hall.
I made a grab for my cell phone not bothering to notice the weird look Skittery was tossing my way. I punched in the number to Denton's cell and eyed the dark agriculture center suspiciously.
It rang at least three times before I started to get a little ancy. Finally it picked up causing me to let out a relieved breath.
"Hullo?" asked Denton's voice over the phone. Good it wasn't a machine.
"Denton?" I asked quickly causing Skittery to perk up. "Denton?" he asked looking at me as if I had just gone mad, "Spot why the fuck are you calling our teacher?"
I waved him off for the moment however and diverted my attention back to Denton. "Spot?" he asked over the phone, "Are you okay? Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I paused wondering how to say my words. My eyes strayed back to the egg and everything came back to me again. My mother was gone somewhere....she could be dead.
"We have something that belongs to the Jenkins Lab. We really could use some help here." I told him and was prepared to continue rambling.
"Spot you don't have to explain. If you're in some sort of trouble just come over to my house and I'll see how I can help." He told me sincerely through the electronic device.
I couldn't help the smile that broke out on my face. This was, for some reason, the only person that I felt would keep our little secret and understand, and I was not going to pass up the opportunity to retrieve some sort of help. No matter how damn suspicious Skittery seemed at the moment. All I could think about was my mother...and was she okay?
"Thank you so much Denton, I still have the address." I told him gratefully. I shoved the paper into Skittery's hands.
"Drive!" I ordered impatiently and Skittery pouted. I rolled my eyes at him, "What?" I asked at his sly look.
"Nothing you're just cute when you get all bossy." He told me and I laughed. Pointing at the address again I waved him off.
"Just drive," I said once more as he cranked the car to life. And that's exactly what we did.
The drive started out in silence and I had a feeling that we were both thinking about the kiss yet trying to be justifiably worried about our families. It wasn't like my first little kiss or anything. It was just my first with a guy.
And looking at Skittery I realized that this was the first time I had ever really liked anyone so much and none so little about them. The timing of this incident was terrible and I wanted so much to think about my mother and whether or not she was safe more, and yet, on the other hand....I wanted nothing more than to not worry, to take things as they came, one at a time and simply thank Skittery for being so wonderful. But he beat me to it.
"Hey Spot," he started off nervously and I looked at him. And though his eyes were glued to the road I could see him slightly staring at the reflection of me off of his windshield that was darkened by the night. A shade of light from a street lamp passed slowly over his face and he smiled.
"Thank you," he told me plainly and I looked at him startled. I let out a small laugh, but it wasn't at him, but more directed at the irony that I wanted to say the same thing.
"For sticking by me in this," he said still smiling, "I know...that you didn't have to...and I know a million people that would've ditched me if I put them through all the trouble I've put you through."
I snorted at his statement, "You must keep some company." I told him in a mockingly wistful tone. This drawled a laugh and he took a turn on the road and looked mildly distracted before he spoke.
"Honestly though Spot....you're probably one of the better people that I've known in my like and I haven't known you that long. So....just...um thank you for being so wonderful."
I sat back into the leaned backwards chair and tilted my head back onto the headrest. When I looked at the space right next to his mirror I saw a picture of what I supposed was his family.
"I'm honored." I told him and studied the girl in the picture. She was tall, pretty and thin with long dark brown hair that was the same color as Skittery's. Too young to be his mother, so it had to be his sister. There was no other woman in the photograph however...only a tall slightly tired looking man with a graying black head of hair. There were bags under his eyes.
"So what does you Dad do?" I asked him curiously and he looked slightly startled at the random timing of my question but he answered anyways. Leaning forward I turned the radio up a little at the slight stream of music made the car and the night seem that less threatening.
Skittery laughed before answering when 'Jeepers Creepers' by Count Baise and Tony Bennett cam on. He smiled, looked down and then back at me and I was happy to see him more amused then preoccupied. He had told me about his sister and I thought it would be good for both of us to take our mind off of the safety of them.
I know that sounds terribly insensitive but I feel that deciding what to do with this egg is the key to getting more information, which is important in their 'rescue' or however we are going to help them.
"Honestly?" Skittery asked with a laugh and I smiled and nodded encouraging him to continue, I wanted to learn more about his family. I mean, he had already met mine....though that was kind of strange. Which reminds me...what about that tattoo he had?
"He works in a morgue a ways away from here." He admitted sheepishly. I tilted my head to study his expression.
"You seemed embarrassed," I pointed out to him and he shrugged slightly as we stopped at a red light.
"It's just not your average job for a dad I guess," he told me this time taking the time to look at me with a shy grin. Which was strange...he usually wasn't ever shy or embarrassed about most things. That I actually knew about him and I figured it was only when discussing his family.
I laughed as I changed the station and allowed Tina Turner to ask us what the Hell love had to with anything. "Yeah...real weird Skittery. My dad, I just recently discovered, you might know, works on bringing potentially dangerous animals back into existence using not so primitive methods and technology that I assume some company is trying to retrieve by blind force." I told him fluidly and though I meant it to be a joke I think Skittery took it as a way of me blaming myself.
Which in a way it was...this, to an extent was my father's fault therefore making me feel slightly guilty, though I don't think that I really pushed him to it.
Skittery turned in his seat looking seriously at me through half lidded eyelids. "Spot...none of this was your fault. Not even remotely. I...really don't want you to get upset over this," he paused leaning forward slightly his face only inches from my own.
"It makes me happy to see you happy." He whispered as he leaned forward and let his lips ease onto mine slowly. I noted amused, that halfway through sliding his tongue into my mouth his hand hit the radio and changed it to 'It Had to Be You,' by Tony Bennett, which caused me to sigh into his kiss. God I loved this song.
Let's just say that it was a fairly long red light. Long enough to allow me to slip my arms around his neck and long enough for a loud blast that sounded like a trumpet to come from directly next to us. Skittery grumbled irritably as he pulled away from me with a smile.....damn I really did like him.
I glared at the direction of the car horn. My jaw dropped as I saw a black Dodge truck pull up next to us. Inside it were Jack, David, Snitch, I noticed grumpily and Racetrack....wait Racetrack?
"Why the fuck aren't you at home watching my sister?" I demanded of him as they rolled the window down. He chuckled nervously....dear God let her be okay. But I was sure she was fine, I trusted Racetrack's family with her and it was hard to be nervous with Skittery's arms wrapped around my waist.
"My parents told me to leave so they could talk to her because she was so scared....so yeah they kind of kicked me out." Racetrack said thinking that I must have dumped Lexis with him so I could be with Skittery.
"Gee I wonder why?" Skittery snapped bitterly, obviously still sore about the coffee incident. I elbowed him in the ribs.
"Having fun Spotty?" Jack asked with a smile and I glared at my best friend playfully.
"We actually have a destination." I told him beginning to roll up the window. Snitch smirked.
"Yeah so do we." He told us before telling Jack to "Roll up the damn window".
Surprisingly enough it was the same place.
Skittery's POV
When the door to Denton's large Penthouse like home swung open, the look on his face at seeing six of his students standing at his front door was not one of surprise. He simply opened the door wide and motioned for all of us to come in.
To say the place was big would be like saying that Alaska was a little chilly. The place was huge and it made me wonder...just how much shit does Denton write?
Spot entered and stuck to my side, which was comforting. I know that we don't really want to say anything about what was going on...so we felt a little more safety with each other I suppose since the others know nothing about it. The egg I mean. Yeah...not like they didn't obviously see what was going on in the car.
"You guys have a seat." Denton said, "I know why all of you are here and Spot," he directed to the blond clutching my arm like a life saver. Spot looked over at him.
"I think may be you should let them in on what you're probably here to tell me about. They could probably help. I assume he already knows?" he asked nodding at me.
I was fully prepared, though I'm not sure why, to give him a smartass remark but was silenced when Spot dug his surprisingly sharp fingernails into my left hand.
"Yes," he began quietly to Denton who was motioning for all of us to sit on a large brown couch in front of a slightly cackling fireplace. "We both kind of found the thing...together."
Denton nodded, "Don't worry about keeping your voices down, my wife is visiting her mother in the hospital for today and tomorrow so you really aren't disturbing anyone." He told us.
"Oh thank GOD!" Jack stated from his seat on the couch....he had been the only one to sit this far. "I was staring to gag on the silence...for God's sake what is wrong with you people?" he asked slightly miffed by mine, Spot's and Denton's mysterious, I presume behavior.
I shrugged and tried to avoid the look that Snitch was sending my way. Apparently he felt that whatever Denton was talking about couldn't be too important to not tell him about but share with Spot. And for once, with Spot at my side, I didn't feel too bad about excluding Snitch, which surprised me.
David finally broke the uncomfortable silence that had just been Jack's topic of blabbering moments before, "So what exactly is going on?" he asked empathizing his words with curiosity and concern even though he hardly knew us...but then again...I should know that time doesn't really judge how well you knew a person.
Ah well we didn't have to answer questions unless one of them saw the box. David continued, "I saw this thing in the back of your car Skittery," he said. Damnit! He didn't stop there, "and I don't mean to be terribly intruding...but maybe Denton's right, maybe we can help." He stated.
Spot shook his head like a mother that was keeping a secret from her children, and sat down on the couch, pulling me down with him and causing me to fall onto his lap. He laughed and didn't bother to make me move and I let my legs hang over the arm rest of the couch's end. I arched my back which was on Spot's thighs and looked up at Denton who was smiling.
Spot sighed as the other's sat down in front of him. "First off," he began, "Where are the others?" he asked referring to are missing Newspaper class. He looked at them expectantly.
"Spec and Dutchy dragged Blink and Mush on this...double date thing." Racetrack spoke for the others and I smirked.
"I knew it!" I conceded while looking up at Spot. He rolled his eyes and pinched my nose. Ouch! The Hell? That's an interesting torture method....I'll have to try it on someone.
Spot suddenly looked as if someone had just slapped him on the head and he shoved me off of him which caused Racetrack to laugh. I glared and gave him the finger.
"Boys." Denton warned though smiling. Spot stood up and helped me up quickly looking embarrassed.
"I'm sooo sorry," He exclaimed brushing off my shirt and I smirked at him, "I just remembered..." he trailed off before leaning forward and standing on his tip toes hands pressed to my chest much like the night we found the trouble that now resided in Spot's duffle bag and on the hardwood floors of Denton's home.
He put his lips to my ear and whispered, "I just though that you might want to contact your father and tell him about you sister...maybe recommend that he not go home or something, like stay at a hotel until further notice. So he doesn't freak out when you aren't there. You know?" he told me worriedly and I just stared at him wondering how he could worry about my family when I knew for a fact that he was scared sick for his mother, father and even his sister.
"Thank you!" I told him with a smile and I wasn't quite sure why I was so happy. Maybe it was because I was touching one of the most considerate people in the world? Or perhaps it was because Spot was giving me the perfect reason to call my father and let him know that I care about him enough to let him know what's going on? Or both?
I picked him up and spun him around. "Great idea!" I told him enthusiastically. I glanced at a rather amused looking Denton.
"There's a phone in the kitchen which is down the hall to the left." He told me and I figured that Spot wasn't very good at the whispering concept.
"Thanks!" I told him before rushing to the kitchen. I topped at the secluded area of tile and counters. I spotted the phone on a receiver next to the fridge and made my way over to it. I could here Spot telling the other's what had been going on lately and even though they knew now it was still something only Spot and I who shared the experience.
I picked up the phone and listened to the dial tone flood my ears. I punched in the memorized number of my father's work place and waited while it rang.
Looking at Denton's fridge I saw little pictures here and there of two happy teenagers at their prom, a wedding picture, and pictures from a vacation. Aww...Denton married his high school sweet heart. I suppose every young relationship does have a chance then.
Suddenly the line stopped ringing and a voice said, "Hello this is Downtown Morgue how can I help you?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the original name but apparently Spot had finished telling the story and was now getting harassed by Snitch...so I decided to not waste my time.
"Uh yeah," I began. "May speak to Mr. ....." but I was surprisingly cut off. A click was heard and my father's tired voice leaked through.
"Jacob...is that you?" he asked urgently.
"Yeah Dad it's me...listen I don't know if you got a call or anything," I trailed off as he interrupted once more. We both had a tendency to do that.
"I heard that the house got broken into today and that Claire was at the hospital. The authorities said you were no one to be found. And I just called the hospital that Claire should be at and she isn't there Jake! Where are you...are you okay?" he asked and informed me in a genuinely panicked tone.
"Yeah Dad, I'm fine me and....I'm with friends. Listen something is going on that I can't really tell you about," I began slowly but I knew my father was no child. Not to mention that he trusted me with certain things and if I told him I couldn't tell him something, he would believe me. "But I need you to trust me...don't go back to the house until I call again...okay?"
"Sure Jacob....anything...I trust you...I just wish you could tell me what was going on and why my family was missing." His tone spoke volumes to me and my heart broke. Claire and I were all he had anymore, especially after my mom had died.
And Claire had been gone away at college for so long....and I? I....had been too selfish to spend any time with him. Too busy to not come home until 1:30 in the fucking morning and too damn lazy to try to fix the relationship that was my family. Wow I really missed them.
"Dad, Claire should be okay...I kind of know where she is." I said and totally shocked myself. Wow that would keep him from worrying. I mean really put him at ease. Phht who am I kidding?
"Look Jacob...I have to go I'm working late tonight." He told me, "Whatever is going on...please be careful."
"Okay Dad...I promise." I startled myself with that one, though I'm not sure why, "and um...dad....I love you...please be careful."
I knew he was shocked because he didn't say anything for awhile. It must have been a long time since we'd said that to one another. Or me to him at least. After what seemed like forever he spoke.
"I love you too son....goodbye." he told me.
"See you soon...." I whispered and then hung up. I may not have had the coolest most energetic dad in the world, like Spot's for example (and man is he strange) but he cared about me and that was what really mattered.
It was at least nine o'clock by the time I had hung up the phone and snuck into the living room to rejoin the little conversation that was taking place. They were talking about the first 'course of action' we should take into getting the egg off our hands. And by 'our' hands I mean mine and Spot's seeing as there were a bunch of assholes threatening us through letters...or at least me anyways.
While they decided it would be best to go to the Jenkins Lab first to see if it would be possible to locate Spot's father, whom could not actually get in touch with. My biggest problem however, was that Racetrack had taken my seating area next to Spot. So I just glared at sat down on the other side of him.
Now don't get me wrong, Racetrack is an okay guy and all it's just that he likes Spot....and I like Spot....and the bastard poured SCORCHING coffee on me. And that, for some reason, rubbed me the wrong way.
So I subjected to glaring triumphantly (which I didn't know could be done until now) at him as Spot leaned back self consciously onto my shoulder. All the while with Denton telling us that he would do some research on Pulitzer, why he wanted the egg, and how we were to deal with him, seeing as he was obviously the most hostile of the THREE groups after this thing.
After what seemed like hours, or more accurately....after hours Denton asked what David, Jack, Snitch and Racetrack's parents thought they were doing at this late.
It was David who had sheepishly answered that he, Snitch and Racetrack had said they were at Jack's house who had said he was at Spot's house. And we all know what was wrong with staying at mine and Spot's homes.
"Okay," Denton stated as he slowly stood up, "All of you just stay here for the night. We have two guest bedrooms and this couch folds out. So two to a sleeping area okay?" he asked and we all nodded tiredly. It was at least twelve thirty and we were really tired.
"Sadly I have a feeling you all were planning this and have something to change into?" he assumed and was greeted with more tired nods as everyone got up to go change.
"And I'm getting you all out of school for tomorrow okay?" he asked and received a single clap of joy as everyone changed.
By now everyone was sitting on the folded out couch waiting for sleeping arrangements like we were at freaking summer camp...but secretly...we all thought it was kind of cool.
And when I say all of us were there I mean everyone except Spot who was taking hours to brush his precious teeth. He is so strange sometimes but I can't help loving that.
"Well here's who isn't sleeping together," Denton began and went so far as to list the reasons, "Jack and David because I don't trust Jack, Spot and Skittery, because I'm not stupid," the first statement got a blush from Jack and a laugh from David and the second one brought up murmurs on Denton's intelligence in which he told us all to shut up before continuing.
"Race and Spot because I sense tension and Race and Skittery because I don't want you two beating the shit out of each other, okay?" he asked and we all laughed nervously and nodded.
It wound up being me and Jack in one guestroom, Snitch and Racetrack in the other and Spot and David on the couch. This was fine with me because David seemed to like Jack anyways.
I walked groggily into the cozy, well furnished room and let my stuff fall down to the floor as I plopped down onto the bed. I didn't wait for Jack to show up and I cut off the lights and turned on the radio clock that was sitting on the bed stand next to my side of the bed.
I was amused to find that Denton seemed to have the same taste as Spot when it came to music and sighed as Tony Bennett's casually phenomenal voice once again sang the song 'It had to be you'. Yet this time I actually listened to the words.
Seems like dreams...like I've always had...could be should be making me glad...so why am I blue?...it's up to you to explain...I'm thinking maybe baby I'll go away...someday someway maybe you'll come and say...it's you that I need and you'll be pleading in vain....It... had... to be you...it had to be you...
His voice faded a little as the door creaked open silently. I figured it was my missing roommate and settled for not bothering to look. But I was surprised to see a pair of familiar blue eyes look directly into mine and I jumped a little.
"Spot?" I asked somewhat perplexed and unsure in all of the dark. He nodded and I smiled though I didn't know what he thought he was doing here. But I couldn't stay too upset about his spooking me when I saw him.
He was decked out in his sleepwear which consisted of low slung black flannel pants and a too big navy blue hoodie. And was he wearing black slippers?
"You are too cute sometimes," I told him with a smirk. He smiled at me and blew away any darkness there may have been in the room.
"And you don't so cute enough." He told me with a laugh then sighed, "I love this song." He admitted dreamily and I rolled my eyes before snatching him around the stomach and pulling him down next to me before turning my attention back to the song. Which was hard with Spot just fitting perfectly next to my body and amazing me because I didn't know that just laying with anyone could feel so right or could own a hand that fit so perfectly with my own.
Just thinking of you...some others I've seen...might never be mean...might never be cross or try to be boss...but they wouldn't do...nobody else...nobody else gave me a thrill...with all your faults I love you still...it had to be you...wonderful you....it had to be youuuuu.......... I love that song....
The song ended with him saying that which was very graceful and I started to see why Spot adored the aged singer. I looked down and saw that Spot was falling asleep. He had a stray bang of blond hair hanging over his forehead. I reached down and brushed it away not really caring that we might get in trouble for not listen to Denton...but I honestly didn't care.
Leaning down I placed a small kiss on his pouting lips and he smiled sleepily. "Had to be you, Spot." I told him knowing that I wouldn't have found a better person to get into this situation with.
He laughed, "I know," he said, "It had to be you too Skittery." He told me before falling asleep. And even though I probably shouldn't have seeing as it was so soon, I smiled, wrapped my arms around Spot's waist and fell asleep, chin on his shoulder.
And hearing his breathing I knew that I was happy sharing something this intimate with someone like Spot. We would figure all this shit out. I had faith in us.
And that was all that really mattered..........................
DigitalAngel4U: Wow if you haven't noticed I really LOVE Tony Bennett. Not to mention that I didn't mean for Spot and Skittery's thing to move so quickly...it's just that I found them to be an irresistibly cute couple and for some reason got the idea while reading Big Brother Newsies Style! I wish I could remember who wrote it but I can't!
Anyway I hope it was well liked and whatnot I'll try to get more events done next time but I wanted to bring in the other boys along with Denton first! So please tell me what you think! Good or bad! I'll try to update soon!