Shoutouts!
haikora: OMG! IT'S HANNAH BANANA! -freaks out- And yesh, Distillers rock.
Pancakes: Because slash is heaven!
Nosilla: Nozzy, dearest, one day you're gonna hurt yourself with all that insane laughing.
Swinn: NOOOO! Don't DIE!
Starr
Boomerang seemed to be headed towards me and Two-Bits, looking furious. Two-Bits' eyes met Race's, and he mouthed "I'm sorry." In another second, Boomerang was standing directly in front of Two-Bits, looking ready to punch someone.
"What did you do?" she demanded. I knew she was referring to Two-Bits' car's plot to get Boomer and Spot together. Two-Bits grinned, innocently.
"I just told Spot that you like him, that's all," she said. Boomerang's expression went from anger, to shock, to mortification.
"You did what?" she shrieked, her voice ending high-pitched. I fought back a grin. Two-Bits was apparently struggling not to look smug.
"It's your fault, you know," Two-Bits said, easily.
"My...fault--" Boomerang faltered, looking surprised at this explanation.
"Well, sure. You've known me for what, four years? You ought to have known by now not to give the phone to your crush when I'm on the other end, surrounding by my matchmaking buddies. Boomerang worked her mouth, but no sound came out. Two-Bits had a point.
"I was trusting you not to do anything ebarrassing!" she snapped, finally. But neither Two-Bits nor I were paying attention to her, for Spot had just walked up. He tapped Boomerang on the shoulder, and she spun, her fiery expression paling as she realized who it was.
"Boomerang, can I talk to you?"