THE JOURNAL OF RACETRACK HIGGINS
Disclaimer: THIS IS SLASH... If ya don't like it, DON'T READ IT! I don't own Race or any of the Newsies. Anything else in here actually doesn't belong to me because they are actually people or places...
A/N - WEE! New slash fic from me! Race/Spot rules! Hehe... onto the story
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12/4/03
Hello. The name's Anthony 'Racetrack' Higgins. My mom is making me write in this stupid journal because she says that I bottle up my emotions and I need to write them down. I think she's wrong, but oh well.
I guess I should tell ya a little bit about myself. I'm eighteen, and a senior at Toms River Highschool North, home of the Mariners. I love gambling. I'm the poker champ of my friends... I can whip their asses any day.
In a high school filled with cliques, me and my friends don't really fit in. We found each other freshman year, and just stuck together. We have many people in our group, but my best friends are Bobby 'Spot' Conlon, Jack Kelly, Steve 'Blink' Parker, Dave 'Mush' Myers, and Erik 'Skittery' Matthews.
Oh, and another major thing. I've never had a girlfriend, lus, never been kissed. But really, I don't mind the not-being-kissed part, 'cuz I've come to the conclusion that I am gay. I haven't told a soul and this is the first time that I'm actually writing it down. But being gay isn't even the problem.
The problem is that I like my best friend, Spot.
Now, Spot is the biggest player of them all. He's had more girls than I can count.
We've known each other for practically forever. He's lived down the road from me since we were nine, so naturally we are the best of friends.
Being best friends means we tell each other everything. He was the first person to know my parents split up last year. He was the first person to know my dog of twelve years died. Basically, he's the first person to know anything about me. He also confides in me, seeing as I am the only person who knows that his dad used to abuse him when he was young.
Every morning, he picks me up and we drive to school. I would drive, but I don't have a car. I love those ten minutes or so of one-on-one conversations, because that's basically the only 'alone' time we get, other than online. The only problem is that on Mondays, the conversation in the car is normally about his 'weekend escapades' and how I need a girlfriend, to which I just smile and nod.
Then, school comes. It majorly sucks. My high school is very overcrowded, with 2,500 students and 650 in my class alone. And as I said before, it's very cliquey.
There are very few exceptions of when school doesn't suck. Lunch is one of them. Sixth period lunch with me, Spot, Jack, and Skitts. This is the one time that I am happy that North is overcrowded. Anyone who has a car can leave campus for lunch.
Our normal place to go is Burger King. We've had some fun times there. I still remember perfectly what happened one day last February. Skitts was bringing our tray of burgers and four cokes to our table. And being the clumsy-ass he is, tripped over his own two feet, spilling our entire tray all over a football player and his girlfriend. The looks on their faces, especially the girl's, were priceless!
Another none-sucky part of school is history class. My teacher, Mr. Citta, lets us get away with anything. We hardly ever do work, and all our tests are always open-book. Me, Spot, Blink and Mush are in that class together, which means we goof off constantly. It's only December and Citta is already annoyed at us.
Last week, Citta was 'trying' to lecture us on the Spanish-American War, but whenever he said the word 'war' all four of us started shouting, "WAR! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing!" and repeating it over and over. Eventually, the whole class joined in. Citta tried to quiet us, but finally gave up and joined in. Ya gotta love a teacher like that. And plus, we don't have any of those stuck-up, snobby bitches or cocky jocks in that class, and it's the last period of the day, so its great.
...Not to mention Spot's in it with me...
Well, now would be a good time to tell ya how I realized I like Spot. I think I noticed I like Spot the same time I realized I was gay, back in sophomore year.
I never really 'liked' anyone before because girls didn't interest me. Sure, I made up stories of who I liked and agreed with the guys when a hot girl passed us, but only so they wouldn't suspect.
Like I said, me and Spot are best friends, so that means constant togetherness, numerous inside jokes, and countless parties. Over the course of sophomore year, my crush on Spot grew. Sometimes, I'd purposely look directly at Spot during our conversations just to see those gorgeous blue eyes. And his shortness? What can I say... I have a thing for shortness. Must be cause I'm short, too.
During the summer months, I have to control myself not to stare at him constantly. Because I live at the shore, during the summer, we live at the beach. That means shirtless Spot running around playing volleyball (our favorite activity on the beach.) It's a miracle that my friends don't put two and two together, since they've caught me staring countless times. I always make up bullshit excuses, but this one time imparticular, I was at a loss for words.
Spot had just made an awesome save and looked so hot doing it, that I didn't realize I was staring until the ball smacked me right in the head. Apparently, everyone was shouting 'Race! Get the ball!' but I didn't respond. Needless to say, I turned bright red.
I've thought of telling him many times, and have almost done it once. But I chickened out. What would he think of me? Would he completely freak out and be disgusted at me? Would he be accepting? I don't want this to ruin our friendship, since it means everything to me. But sooner or later, I gotta tell him. It's killing me to keep my feelings hidden.
...I guess my mom is right that I bottle my emotions. And this journal ain't that stupid. Maybe it will help me.
Well that's it for now. Maybe I'll write more later.
-Racetrack
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A/N - Woohoo!! How did ya like it? I'm not sure if I should continue it and add more entries or just leave it how it is... Leave ur opinion in ur review, please!
oh, and by the way, this story contains so things that actually happened... Citta is my history teacher (great, I kno!) And the "war" thing happened in class... Funniest day ever! Also, I was in Burger King when someone spilled their tray on the guy and his girlfriend.
Ok, time to review!! To anyone who does, you get a video of Shirtless!Spot playing volleyball!! hehe.... REVIEW!!!
~Braids
Disclaimer: THIS IS SLASH... If ya don't like it, DON'T READ IT! I don't own Race or any of the Newsies. Anything else in here actually doesn't belong to me because they are actually people or places...
A/N - WEE! New slash fic from me! Race/Spot rules! Hehe... onto the story
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12/4/03
Hello. The name's Anthony 'Racetrack' Higgins. My mom is making me write in this stupid journal because she says that I bottle up my emotions and I need to write them down. I think she's wrong, but oh well.
I guess I should tell ya a little bit about myself. I'm eighteen, and a senior at Toms River Highschool North, home of the Mariners. I love gambling. I'm the poker champ of my friends... I can whip their asses any day.
In a high school filled with cliques, me and my friends don't really fit in. We found each other freshman year, and just stuck together. We have many people in our group, but my best friends are Bobby 'Spot' Conlon, Jack Kelly, Steve 'Blink' Parker, Dave 'Mush' Myers, and Erik 'Skittery' Matthews.
Oh, and another major thing. I've never had a girlfriend, lus, never been kissed. But really, I don't mind the not-being-kissed part, 'cuz I've come to the conclusion that I am gay. I haven't told a soul and this is the first time that I'm actually writing it down. But being gay isn't even the problem.
The problem is that I like my best friend, Spot.
Now, Spot is the biggest player of them all. He's had more girls than I can count.
We've known each other for practically forever. He's lived down the road from me since we were nine, so naturally we are the best of friends.
Being best friends means we tell each other everything. He was the first person to know my parents split up last year. He was the first person to know my dog of twelve years died. Basically, he's the first person to know anything about me. He also confides in me, seeing as I am the only person who knows that his dad used to abuse him when he was young.
Every morning, he picks me up and we drive to school. I would drive, but I don't have a car. I love those ten minutes or so of one-on-one conversations, because that's basically the only 'alone' time we get, other than online. The only problem is that on Mondays, the conversation in the car is normally about his 'weekend escapades' and how I need a girlfriend, to which I just smile and nod.
Then, school comes. It majorly sucks. My high school is very overcrowded, with 2,500 students and 650 in my class alone. And as I said before, it's very cliquey.
There are very few exceptions of when school doesn't suck. Lunch is one of them. Sixth period lunch with me, Spot, Jack, and Skitts. This is the one time that I am happy that North is overcrowded. Anyone who has a car can leave campus for lunch.
Our normal place to go is Burger King. We've had some fun times there. I still remember perfectly what happened one day last February. Skitts was bringing our tray of burgers and four cokes to our table. And being the clumsy-ass he is, tripped over his own two feet, spilling our entire tray all over a football player and his girlfriend. The looks on their faces, especially the girl's, were priceless!
Another none-sucky part of school is history class. My teacher, Mr. Citta, lets us get away with anything. We hardly ever do work, and all our tests are always open-book. Me, Spot, Blink and Mush are in that class together, which means we goof off constantly. It's only December and Citta is already annoyed at us.
Last week, Citta was 'trying' to lecture us on the Spanish-American War, but whenever he said the word 'war' all four of us started shouting, "WAR! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing!" and repeating it over and over. Eventually, the whole class joined in. Citta tried to quiet us, but finally gave up and joined in. Ya gotta love a teacher like that. And plus, we don't have any of those stuck-up, snobby bitches or cocky jocks in that class, and it's the last period of the day, so its great.
...Not to mention Spot's in it with me...
Well, now would be a good time to tell ya how I realized I like Spot. I think I noticed I like Spot the same time I realized I was gay, back in sophomore year.
I never really 'liked' anyone before because girls didn't interest me. Sure, I made up stories of who I liked and agreed with the guys when a hot girl passed us, but only so they wouldn't suspect.
Like I said, me and Spot are best friends, so that means constant togetherness, numerous inside jokes, and countless parties. Over the course of sophomore year, my crush on Spot grew. Sometimes, I'd purposely look directly at Spot during our conversations just to see those gorgeous blue eyes. And his shortness? What can I say... I have a thing for shortness. Must be cause I'm short, too.
During the summer months, I have to control myself not to stare at him constantly. Because I live at the shore, during the summer, we live at the beach. That means shirtless Spot running around playing volleyball (our favorite activity on the beach.) It's a miracle that my friends don't put two and two together, since they've caught me staring countless times. I always make up bullshit excuses, but this one time imparticular, I was at a loss for words.
Spot had just made an awesome save and looked so hot doing it, that I didn't realize I was staring until the ball smacked me right in the head. Apparently, everyone was shouting 'Race! Get the ball!' but I didn't respond. Needless to say, I turned bright red.
I've thought of telling him many times, and have almost done it once. But I chickened out. What would he think of me? Would he completely freak out and be disgusted at me? Would he be accepting? I don't want this to ruin our friendship, since it means everything to me. But sooner or later, I gotta tell him. It's killing me to keep my feelings hidden.
...I guess my mom is right that I bottle my emotions. And this journal ain't that stupid. Maybe it will help me.
Well that's it for now. Maybe I'll write more later.
-Racetrack
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A/N - Woohoo!! How did ya like it? I'm not sure if I should continue it and add more entries or just leave it how it is... Leave ur opinion in ur review, please!
oh, and by the way, this story contains so things that actually happened... Citta is my history teacher (great, I kno!) And the "war" thing happened in class... Funniest day ever! Also, I was in Burger King when someone spilled their tray on the guy and his girlfriend.
Ok, time to review!! To anyone who does, you get a video of Shirtless!Spot playing volleyball!! hehe.... REVIEW!!!
~Braids
