omg im sooo proud of myself! i updated before molly had to yell at me about neglecting this story! arnt you so proud of me molly! lolz. sry. this chapter gets alittle lemon i guess...like pg lemon if that makes sense. owell...have fun and please reveiw!


Once on the 3rd floor landing of the fire escape in front of Ozz's bunkroom, royal turned around to face Ozz face to face.

"Wait, what're you guys plannin' on doin in there?" she asked cautiously, searching Ozz's eyes for an answer.

"What you two are too afraid to do."

Both Skittery and royal rolled their eyes.

"What? It's the perfect opportunity! You saw what happened to rotten and strum last week."

Royal sighed at the truth in Ozz's rationale; they were going to do it anyway, might as well do it at a time when they wouldn't get caught.

Skittery gave Wits a toothy, all-knowing smile.

In the past 2 weeks it seemed that wits and Larkins had bonded profoundly. Everyday, royal heard about another one of his and Wits's inside jokes or saw them talking to each other, punching each other playfully in the shoulder and cracking corny jokes.

"Well you two have fun." Skittery said dismissively, waving off the couple with a flick of his hand.

As Ozz was climbing through the third floor window, Wits turned around to face Skittery and mouthed a 'yesss!' his face showing clear excitement and enthusiasm.

Once the couple had exited the stairwell, Skittery pulled royal into a kiss, pressing her up against the wall next to the partially open window, his body suffocating hers.

She smiled against his lips, her hands disappearing underneath his shirt, her fingertips tracing every muscle in his chest. Soon his hands were under her dress as well, his masculine fingers caressing her breasts while she laid numerous kisses along his neck.

Slowly they sank down on the fire escape landing, Royal's dress bunched up near her stomach, and Skittery's shirt fully unbuttoned revealing his stunning chest.

Oh how much longer would she be able to maintain her virginity when she had such a striking specimen of man to call her own?

Skittery's fingers fumbled with the buttons on the back of royal dress, puling down the torso of the uniform to reveal her blossoming bosom pushed up into visibility by a black brassier.

A smile lit up over Skittery's face as he stared down at what he had discovered.

"Oh, its really not that fascinating." Royal remarked, trying to draw Skittery's attention away from her exposed chest.

"It's da the best thing I've evah' seen." Skittery chuckled, his eyes fixated.

There they were, on a fire escape, a young couple, the girl with her dress pulled to her waist, her bra in full view, and the boy with his shirt almost completely off of his body, his long johns unbuttoned to his waist.

Royal had repositioned herself on Skittery's lap so that she was now straddling him. Their tongues were clashing, their mouths sucking the air out of each other, pulling up for a breath every once and a while. Royal's breasts were flattened against Skittery's chest while she slowly twirled her finger around a strand of his hair.

A soft muted, murmur came from his throat. Royal with drew slightly, willing the words to become audible.

"Marry me?"

Royal abruptly pulled away from Skittery's mouth, yanking him away from her chest by a fistful of his hair.

"What?"

She tried feverishly to convince herself that he was joking.

"Nah…royal… I don't know what I said… I didn't mean it… I swear." Skittery stuttered to correct himself, his face contorted in shame and guilt and angst.

"Skittery?"

"Royal…no…I said it in me head… and it came out by accident…I don wanna…yet."

"Good…" royal put in hastily though went on to explain herself, "Cause we're too young…not ta sound prude or anythin'…jus…we're only 17."

Royal felt her cheeks turn the same color as Skittery's.

"Yeah…I agree…I'm real sorry…I jus fucked up our free period didn't I? I'm real sorry royal…I didn't mean ta…"

Skittery's eyes were averted to the metal floor of the fire escape, his head hung low.

"No, no, no don't worry bout it," royal assured him, her hands going out to touch his, softly, "its good to know I guess…"

Skittery's face went an even darker shade of red.

"I did fuck it up…we was havin' a perfectly good time…I'm real sorry."

"No, its good ya said it. I know it's been on me mind a lot too… us bein' so…close and all…its kinda hard not ta think bout it."

"Yeah," Skittery agreed quickly, "but I'm still real sorry bout it all."

Royal could tell he was just glad she hadn't held his 'slip' against him in anyway. He looked up into her eyes, a soft glint portraying in their oval spectrum. Her grip tightened on his hands.

"Aw skits, I love ya so much."

She laid a small kiss upon his lips, which curved up into a slight smile.

"Promise me ya wont ever leave me."

Royal smiled pleasantly at Skittery, "Now how we always gonna be together if you turn 18 in a couple months. You'll be out'a this hell hole and I'll be here until next march..."

"I ain't gonna forget bout' 'cha if that's what ya mean." Skittery interrupted, looking at royal in a, now, quizzical fashion.

"Nah, I know ya wont."

"So do ya promise?"

"I promise on me parents graves dat I will never, ever leave ya. Now will ya be able ta rest easy?"

"Like a rock." His feverish grin appeared once more, his eyes glinting demonically. "And by da way, I love ya too."

"Oh I already knew that." royal replied dismissively with a wave of her hand, Skittery's catchy grin spreading to her own face.