Shoutouts!

Nanii: New reviewer! -dances-

Slightly: Stop that.

Fine. -pouts-

ShortAtntionSpaz: GASP! You forgot to REVIEW! -shrugs- You're forgiven.

Nosilla: AHA! Yay Nozzy! And the mystery will all be revealed in due time. And pretty soon I'm gonna open up a can of whoop-ass!

twilight-maiden: Yay Spot 'n Charlie! Charlie is Charlie Bird, a.k.a. Sammy, who's my bestest gay friend in the world!

Slightly: ...He's your only gay friend.

I count the newsies.

Artist2519: Indeed, they do. And Crutchy's adorable. His Happy Bunny is "Cute but psycho."

Kid Blink's Dreamer: You think I could go a whole story without slash? Psht!

Maeko-Nohara: YAY! I feel SOOOO special!

Slightly: This girl must be crazy. You're her favorite author?

You say that like it's improbable!

Slightly:...It is improbable.

-frown- Slightly, meet D'Arcy. Biddy, dearest, we're both cursed with cute but mean muses. -sigh-

time is a waste of life: -is mauled by the yayness- AHHH! TOO MANY YAYS! You're not allowed to have coffee anymore!

Pancakes: Again, Odd is my other middle name!

Slightly: Yeah. Right inbetween Obnoxious and Psycho.

That was uncalled for.

Margie Driscoll: You obviously don't know me very well. SPOT RADIATES GAY! But fear not. The rest of the boys are (sadly) straight.

Slightly: If you ruled the world, it would be gay.

-grin- I know. In'n it great?

Charlie Bird: Aha. Spot on what? o.O Aha. Yay for BARE. And yay for the sax, bass guitar, and drums! Hmm...I'm torn between drums and sax. Maybe I'll do both. Love ya much!

"This is going to be so much fun!" I squealed, sitting next to Boomer in History class. Boomerang gave me a look, one eyebrow raised. I nodded toward Spot and Charlie, who were a few seats over, discussing music. "Hel-LO! Aren't you paying attention?" I demanded. Boomer followed my gaze to the two boys and she watched them for a minute, brows furrowed.

"...Uhm...What am I supposed to be noticing?" she asked, finally. I sighed loudly.

"Are you dense! Charlie...Spot...Charlie blushing...Spot grinning...Charlie not-so-subtley flirting..." Realization dawned over Boomer, and her eyes widened. She spun in her chair to face me and exclaimed, "Are you serious!" I rolled my eyes.

"DUH! It's so obv--" I was cut of by the door opening with a bang. Twisting in my seat, I grimaced as none other than Pulitzer waltzed in. I could almost feel the tension as my boys glared at him. Pulitzer sat down and surveyed the class, his gaze falling on me for a good two minutes. I glared back, never blinking, as I felt the whole class watching me. I didn't want to even think about what was going on in Pulitzer's mind as his hands discreetly left the top of the desk. I glanced down at my notebook with revulsion. I could see Jack open his mouth angrily out of the corner of my eye, but I shushed him.

"Today we will be learning about Stonewall Jackson," Pulitzer said. He began to teach, hands under the desk, his eyes on me the whole class period. I never once looked up, but took notes dutifully, every few minutes scribbling something along the lines of "Bastard Pulitzer."

He did this every day for a week, and every night I'd sit in the empty cafeteria with Boomerang, Charlie, and the boys, as we talked angrily about him. Every day I was feeling more and more dread, until one night I realized this dread was prophetic.