Chapter six! Snittery! Skittery's so hot...Mmm...
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"Hey, Skittery! Ready for lunch?" Snitch Ryder called, as Skittery Phillips approached the beat up station wagon that was Snitch's car. Skittery shook his head, deftly, climbing into the passenger seat.
"Nope. I didn't have breakfast. I need cereal," he said, matter-of-factly, as Snitch started up the car. Snitch raised an eyebrow at him.
"Cereal?" he asked, reaching forward to flip through the radio stations.
"Yes!" Skittery said, emphatically. "I haven't had my Cookie Crisps since yesterday!" Snitch gave him a look that clearly said he was a lunatic.
"You are absolutely obsessed with Cookie Crisps!" he replied, rolling his eyes. Skittery shrugged, guiltily. And turned off the radio, grimacing at Snitch's oldies music.
"I can't help it. Those things are addictive," he said, swatting Snitch's hand away as he tried to turn it back on.
"Those things are nasty!" Snitch said, wrinkling his nose as he tried, and failed, to get his music.
"Are not! Anyway, let's go to my house. You can make a sandwich, or something." Snitch rolled his eyes and gave up on the music.
"You are so…weird." Skittery laughed, and Snitch headed for Skittery's house, where he lived with his mom. "Is your mom home?" he asked, hopefully. Skittery shook his head.
"She's out of town," he replied. Snitch sighed, sadly, parking in Skittery's driveway.
"Too bad," he said, forlornly. "Your mom's real nice. And she can cook like nobody's business!" he added. Skittery laughed.
"I think we've got leftover chicken wraps from last night's dinner. You can attack those," he offered, knowing that Snitch would readily accept in a heartbeat.
"YAY!" Snitch squealed, jumping out of the car. He unlocked the house with the spare key he'd been given, and practically pounced on their fridge, while Skittery calmly opened the cabinet and pulled out his Cookie Crisps.
"You're a psycho, you know that?" Skittery said, casually, taking a bite of Cookie Crisps. Snitch grinned, flippantly, not even bothering to put the cold leftovers in the microwave.
"Yeah, but that's why you love me, ain't it?" Skittery nodded.
"True, true." He gave Snitch a quick kiss, nibbling his lower lip, slightly, before Snitch could chow down. Snitch smiled, thoughtfully, when he pulled away.
"Perhaps Cookie Crisp isn't too bad."