THE JOURNAL OF RACETRACK HIGGINS…. CH16 – Poker Game

Disclaimer: Slash… don't like it, don't read it. Don't own Newsies. I own Brady and Hailey.

A/N: Yes, I'm alive! It's finally updated! Hehe… enjoy! :)


4/28/04

Well, this weekend was a success. Not to mention amazing. Friday night… there are no words to describe it. If you would have told me that I would be sleeping with Spot this time last year, I would have looked at you like you had two heads.

…Wow… a lot can change in a short amount of time.

Anyway, back to the original point of this entry.

Today was Spot's first day back from suspension. It was good to have my morning-kiss-in-the-car ritual back.

The gay-bashing at school has gone done some, but it's still happening. Especially today, when we went past Brady's friends. Brady was still suspended.

Jared, Brady's best friend and typical jock, called out to us as we passed, "Hey fag- How'd you get out of the suspension? Did ya do something to Leonard? Are you and him now fuck-buddies?" He smiled as everyone around him cracked up laughing.

Spot visibly tensed up and began to turn around. Luckily, a teacher, Miss Carr, had heard the entire thing.

"Boys?" Miss Carr called, making all of the guys whip around to her. "Would you all come with me? I'm sure you're principal would just love to hear that statement."

Spot and I smirked and laughed at them as they tried to make excuses, but Miss Carr would have none of it. From what I heard from gossip around the school, Jared now has a five-day suspension and everyone else has detention for a month. God, I love that lady… It's great.

Well, I have to go. Mrs. Conlon's calling me for dinner.

Later.

Racetrack

5/8/04

It's official. Spot and I will be very separated for college. I mean, yeah, I had thought we would have been, but I never wanted to admit it.

He got rejected or weight-listed from every college he applied to. His last rejection came today. He came into my room after he got it.

"Ramapo rejected me." He sighed, handing me the paper and dropping onto my bed. Ramapo had weight-listed him, but now it was final.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to think about how far apart we would be. Sure, his Muhlenberg rejection had come a few weeks ago, but Ramapo was closer than here. He finally broke the silence between us.

"So I guess I'm stuck here in this dump of a town. College is supposed to be when you get away from home. Not stay there, following the same rules you had when you were thirteen!" He beat his hands into my pillow.

"T.R. ain't that bad." I said, trying to comfort him. "And OCC is a great college." I continued, about Ocean County College, the community college in my town.

He just shrugged. "I guess."

"And you could always transfer somewhere after your freshman year."

He shrugged again. It was killing me inside to see him like this. I realized he must have felt like this, that feeling that you can't do anything to help, when I was depressed about my mom.

Suddenly, an idea hit me. "Hey Spot…" He looked up. "Poker game. Me versus you. Winner does the dishes for a week."

His face lit up. "You're on!" he said, grinning. I knew him too well. Poker always made him happy. …'cept for the fact that I win most of the time…

For the next hour, we had a poker showdown, using M&M's as chips. We played six games and it was three-to-three. We agreed it was down to that last game.

I had an okay hand… two pairs. All I needed was one more King or and Eight and I had a full house.

"How many ya want?" I said, performing my job as the dealer.

He held out two cards. "Dos." I handed him his cards and put my one down. I picked up the next card and inwardly smiled, keeping my infamous 'Higgins-Poker-Face' intact, since the card was indeed a King. One week of no dishes, here I come.

"Lay 'em down"

He smirked. "You first"

I shrugged. "Suit yourself." I laid my cards down on the table. "Full House. Read 'em and weep."

"Oh that's good. Here's mine." He laid his out. "I'm not sure what four nines does, but the ace, I think, is pretty high. [1]"

My mouth dropped. He laughed at my expression. "Guess you have dish-duty for the next week Race!"

I threw a pillow at him, hitting him right in the gut.

"You did not just throw that at me."

"So? What're ya gonna do 'bout it, huh?"

"This!" He threw it back at me, catching me off-guard, and knocking me back onto the couch. He came toward me and I grabbed his waist, pulling him on top of me.

You can just guess what happened next. Yup, huge-ass make-out session. He tasted like the M&M's we had during the game. Mmmm… Just thinking about it is nice…

…Ahem…

We kissed for a bit more, until we heard a high-pitched giggle. We immediately broke apart, blushing, for there stood six-year-old Hailey.

"Were you guys just kissing?" She asked, giggling with childish innocence.

I turned to Spot, who was bright red. He coughed and said, "Um… yeah… what do you want?"

She giggled again, and then asked, "Can I have some cookies?"

"Yeah… Only a few, though"

"Okay!" she said, and skipped giddily out of the room, toward the kitchen.

We looked at each other and burst out laughing. Spot got up and smoothed out his shirt.

"Oh god… I can't believe she just walked in on us!"

"I know. Your face was priceless. I've never seen you so red!"

He threw another pillow at me. "Like you should talk."

"Oh, don't start the pillows again." I said, laughing. Spot joined in, but suddenly stopped.

"What?" I asked, curious.

"Thanks. For cheering me up, I mean."

"Don't mention it. You did it for me. It's only fair that I did it to you."

"I know." He kissed me again. "Thanks again."

"Come on… This has made me hungry, and Hailey gave me a craving for cookies. Hurry, before she eats them all."

We got there just in time, for Hailey was just about to eat the last cookie. She saw us and quickly placed it back in the container, smiling half guiltily, half mischievously.

Spot saw that, and immediately ran toward her, playfully. "Come here you!" She ran away shrieking. "When I catch you, the tickle monster is gonna get you!" This made her shriek more, for Spot caught her, and started tickling her like crazy. That is, until Mrs. Conlon finally came downstairs to see what all the noise was about. I was just laughing the whole time.

That's basically it. I'm sure Spot is still bummed about the college thing, 'cause I still am. But today ended up being a good day.

Racetrack


[1] Kudos to anyone who knows what movie that's from! Hehehe…

A/N: Finally I updated! Yes! lol.. Not one of my best works, but it'll do…

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