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David's POV

When I rolled over at...oh what time was it? Somewhere around 6:00 I suppose, seeing as that was when I got up every day (what can I say? I'm a creature of habit.) I didn't expect to find Jack snoozing next to me on the couch. Isn't that some sort of breaking of Denton's rule? ...Not that I really care....oh God, he snores?! Forget going back to sleep now....not that I would have anyways.

Sitting up slightly I looked over at Jack. He seemed much less agitating in his sleep than in his waking ours, and I felt slightly guilty for the way I had been treating him. The only reason that I had been giving him the cold shoulder, other than his acting like an egomaniacal pig, was the fact that my twin sister Sarah, also a new at Jefferson, was practically in love with him. And the worst part was the fact that he knew that and he totally played on it! I knew he was bisexual and trust me, I'm not jealous....it's just that I really love my sister and he totally leads her on while he keeps agitating me to date him. It kind of gets on my nerves that he disregards my sister's feelings so much.

Not to mention that my entire family loves him to pieces. I know this because Sarah decided to invite him over for dinner yesterday. My little brother Les was practically thrown into his first bout of idol worship due to the fact that Jack played with him and my parents thought his manners were just absolutely charming....Grrrrrr.... I just can't place what irks me so much about him.

But still if he hadn't been over than he never would have told me that Denton needed us to go over to his house for the rest of the day. Something about helping out Spot.......which was enough to convince me to go. Spot was a nice kid and Jack practically begged me. Which made sense seeing as he wanted to check up on his best friend. So....I went with him and here we are.

I'm still contemplating if it was a good idea or not. Skittery and Spot our going to be hip deep in trouble if whoever wants this egg thing finds them, and they are going to need somebody's help.....so I guess it was the right thing to do. Looking down at Jack I think that maybe he's a little bit more caring than I give him credit for.

I hadn't realized I was staring at him until he cracked open an eyelid to peer at me through his soft brown orbs. He grinned a cocky grin at me, "Mornin' David," he said in that terribly butchered English of his, "Wasn't last night great?" he joked not bothering to hide the innuendo. And I didn't so much answer him as smack him in then head with my pillow before getting up to go and find wherever Denton kept his coffee.

"Idiot," I mumbled as I heard him groan and stumble out of his sleepy state to follow me.

Jack's POV

So maybe cracking a joke this early wasn't such a good idea. I watched as David walked away in a huff towards Denton's kitchen. It's just.....he's cute when he gets all mad! Which....he seems to be a lot when he's round me. Maybe that's why I'm so attracted to him.

I don't know what he's so mad about I can't help it that his bimbo sister likes me or whatever keeps pissing him off. And his family....well they were just naturally charmed by me, what can I say?

Whatever his problem was I decided to follow him, you know just to make sure he didn't stab himself with a butcher knife or something. Wait. Can you stab yourself with those? Hmm. Anyways....

I feel kind of bad though that I keep upsetting him so much. He seemed to loosen up yesterday.... And not only that, but I feel like I shouldn't be focusing on David as much as I should be worried about Spot and Skittery's problem. But I dunno....there's just something about him.

Falling off the couch I pulled on a pair of Levi's (stereotypical for a cowboy I know, sorry) over my boxers and followed him down the hall.

"Hey David, I'm sorry-" I started to say as I rounded the corner to Denton's kitchen only to be cut off by a pop followed by a yelp from David. Peering in I saw David's mouth hanging open as he held a thing of flour away from him. I didn't mean to laugh, but there was flour all over his clothes and face and God was it funny.

"Ha ha, oh my god, whew, you look," I didn't even get to finish my sentence I was laughing so hard. He just glared at me the same way my mother does when I laugh at her attempts in the kitchen.

"Oh shut up." He says as he sets the bag down next a plastic bowl on the kitchen's counter. Wiping at the flour on his clothes he only seemed to smear it further before giving up and grabbing a rag. "A little help?" he asked me as he nodded to the mess on the floor.

"Oh sure!" I stuttered quickly, grabbing a couple of hand towels and kneeling down to help him. "What exactly were you doing anyways?" I asked him as I surveyed the kitchen.

He didn't look at me but simply kept scrubbing at the floor. "I was trying to make breakfast for everyone but that obviously didn't work out the way I had planned." He said glaring at the flour bag.

"That why you were up so early?" I asked and he shrugged, stopping for a moment to answer.

"Well, me and my sister always wake up early because my Dad has to work morning shifts and we never get to say good bye to him. So we just got into the habit of making breakfast really early. It saves our Mom the trouble and we get to see him before he leaves. Besides, I doubt that Denton can cook." He explained.

"What makes you say that?" I asked glad that he no longer seemed upset yet cringing at the name of his sister. It wasn't that I hated her or nothing it just seemed like she tried to be the way she was, Y'know? She tried to be attractive, she tried to be smart, she tried to be kind and caring and considerate, it just didn't seem to come naturally to her like it did to David. And I like to meet people, not be set up with them, like my Aunt Medda, my English teacher at Jefferson, had tried to set me up with Sarah.

I snapped outta my thoughts as David laughed, a sound pleasant to my ears. "Well for one thing he has a bunch of microwavable noodle boxes in his pantry and there's a post-it on his fridge from his wife, telling him how to pre-heat the oven."

I grinned at him and wiped the remaining flour off the floor before standing up and offering him a hand, which he took. "C'mon," I began. "I'll help you finish what you started."

He nodded with a grateful smile. Maybe things would work out after all.

Racetrack's POV

8:00 o'clock in the morning and Denton still made us get up. Apparently we have to start using every second of school time that we miss to work on this issue. And all I want to do is splash some water on my face to wake myself up and who has to be in there but Skittery.

Now okay, I sort of had a thing for Spot. And I was sort of jealous when I found that Spot and Skittery were a.....thing, item whatever the fuck it's called. However, now I've let that boil down into a "whatever makes him happy thing." Which Skittery obviously does, not to mention that I can NOT afford to lose Spot as a friend.....I don't have any other friends....kidding. God can't even make a fucking joke.

Anyways regardless if I no longer like Spot or if I'm learning to accept Skittery, I still did not to run into him in the bathroom.

I had just gotten out of the bed that Denton had assigned me to sleep in, though not without poking at Snitch to get up. He was turning out to be a fairly interesting person. He had a rather morbid sense of humor and was so brutally honest that it was hard not to cringe when he had told Jack that his truck was the ugliest piece of shit he'd EVER seen. And while he hadn't meant to laugh, David thought it was very funny. Poor Jacky-boy wasn't getting anywhere with him.

Well that's what I thought at first. But then again they seemed to be having fun throwing the left over batter for our breakfast at each other in the kitchen. Hmmm.....

Anyways back on topic! I have a morning ritual of splashing water into my face before I get up in the morning. This is actually only because that's how my parents use to wake me up when I was younger. Now my mom just pretends to bitch slap me until I get annoyed with her and get my ass out of bed. HOWEVER, this is NOT turning out to be my most productive morning and when I went and splashed my water on my face I wound up getting a SHIT load in my eyes. Oh yeah, and guess what....it stings.

So I'm standing there like a jack ass looking for the towel that I just KNEW was there when I heard Skittery walk in.

"You look like a moron." Was the first thing he said before he shoved past me. I would have rolled my eyes if they were open....But, Y'know....they weren't.

"Yeah well so does your Mom now give me a towel or something." It was quiet for a moment or two and I figured I had said something wrong, but I decided not to show it.

"This towel?" He asked seeming to have recovered from whatever caused his silence.

"If I could see the towel would I be asking for it you stupid prick?" I demanded as I grabbed at him to get the towel. I don't know why I just didn't use my shirt....

"Give him the towel bastard." Here entered a new voice. Snitch, thank God.

"Give me a buck and we'll talk." Skittery joked before smacking the towel in my face as I proceeded to clear my eyes. I watched as the tall senior exited the bathroom, Snitch smacking the back of his head as he went. I followed after him.

Stopping in the hall I leaned against the wall and called out softly to him. "Your Mom die Skittery? I'm sorry." And I meant it too. It's my opinion that you should never make someone hurt when you're joking around.

He turned around with a smile. "Nah don't worry about it. I pull that one too. It just made me think about her and how worried Spot must be about his mother."

I nodded, "I know what you mean. He's got a pretty tight knit family, and I was surprised to see him holding up so well. I guess you just have that effect on him."

I thought he might have said something, but I beat him to it. "Skittery, I don't like Spot okay?" at this his eyebrows went up a little. So I get over things quick, so what? He shouldn't seem so surprised. "I just want him to be happy. He's a good kid."

At this he laughed. "Kid? He's probably your age." He told me as he walked up to shake my hand. Maybe he wasn't the BIGGEST asshole in the world after all.

"You know he is, but you never can seem to tell." I joked as we walked in the direction towards the kitchen. And just below his hairline I could make out the initials K.

P. tattooed into his skin.

Spot's POV

Damnit! It seemed that no matter how many times I raffled through my bag I kept finding my cousins clothes. It seemed my mother must have pulled them out of my extra drawer we put their clothing in when they left it at our house.

Now while my twin cousins are my size they are both incredibly female. So almost every shirt and shoe I pulled out of the bag was like....really girly! I finally wore my same black pants and boots with a white button up dress shirt that had a thin black and white vest/sweater thing attached to the front. Like they were trying to make a school uniform into acceptable clothing or something.

While I didn't like the shirt, I did find a black hat that I thought looked rather neat. It was an open front cap like the ones that these newsboys had worn on this musical I saw once. It was nice, so I tucked it onto my head and jotted out of the room. Only to e confronted by a sight I never expected to see. Skittery and RACE? Talking? Like civilized beings? Huh. Maybe some good DID come out of this dilemma.

Racing forward I hopped onto Skittery's back and began talking to Race. It felt right the way things were and I had a feeling things were normal between us again.

Denton's POV

I smiled as the boys joked around with each other over breakfast. While not particular happy when Snitch, well snitched I suppose, about the rebel against the sleeping arrangements I had a feeling it was the least of my worries.

Upon earlier gaining the address to the Jenkins Lab facility I drove out to check up on it when I knew that some of the boys were awake.

However when I reached the Lab it was trashed and looked as if severe damage had been done to it. I spoke with some police officers, collecting names and checking licenses and badges to make sure there were no frauds like the ones Spot mentioned that Skittery encountered.

I told the police that I was a newspaper reporter as well as a teacher and asked if I could bring my class to the scene for some first hand experience in a few hours. They announced that that would be fine.

What troubled me however was the fact that if the police were efficient in their work they would file the visit away. And if whoever it is that is working for this man named Pulitzer can hack into files they can probably check the files, see the visit and trace it back to my class. But I won't get ahead of myself. After all the police would be there.

What I really want to do is go and check up on any signs of where Spot's father might be. There were deaths the police told me, however Spot's father was not on the list.

I looked up as much information as I could on Pulitzer. I found very little other than he was a wealthy investor with a shady description on how he gained that wealth.

However I did see that under his relatives he had only one sibling. A sister named Katherine whom was about nine years his junior. I looked up a medical file on a Katherine Pulitzer.

The file told me that she had married to the name of Parker. She had given two births. A daughter, nothing noteworthy there. But then I saw her second child was that of a son. Born on August 29, 1986. He was named Jacob Parker. The name was so familiar that I soon found myself linking to her son's medical record.

Under school it read: Jefferson High, NY. And a picture of Skittery appeared. Apparently his mother was a part time scientist under her maiden name of Pulitzer, which she did in order to keep her work hidden. After her mysterious death involving a fluke car accident her project, funded by her brother, was picked up and eventually passed off onto a foreign team that began to work with....none other than Spot's father. Make no mistake, I didn't find this all in her medical records, a lot of hacking and searching was done. Yet as the kids piled into Jack's truck, prepared to follow me to the Jenkins Lab, I didn't know what to tell Skittery about his mother. Or the shadiness around her death.

Hopefully the visit might help to clear things up.

DigitalAngel4U: Okay so that wasn't incredibly long but I did promise you a tattoo for Skittery and I really wanted Spot to wear one of those hats. You know the ones. They look like Newsies hats except cute and black. This guy at my school has one. Anyway I really wanted to get to Skittery's last name (Parker was chosen because it started with a P and is my last name too!) and I wanted to expand the POV's. I particularly enjoyed writing Racetrack. It reminded me a lot of myself actually. I really want to hook him up with someone and while my temptation to do so is great I want to know what you guys think first. Please let me know what you think! Good or bad all is welcome!