THE JOURNAL OF RACETRACK HIGGINS CH17 Preparing for Prom

Disclaimer: Slash. Don't like it? Don't read it! Don't own anyone the Newsies. I do own all the girls and Brady.

A/N: I AM ALIVE! Wow… over two weeks with no update… that's bad. Slaps myself anyway, more afterwards… enjoy!


5/14/04

Tonight was so much fun. Bowling is the greatest.... Not to mention something else…

Basically the whole group went. Spot, Jack, Skitts, Blink, Mush, Specs, Dutchy, Snitch, and me went, plus Braids, Curly, Crosser, and Peanut.

It was cosmic bowling tonight, so music was blasting, the lights were dimmed, and fluorescent pins, balls, and lights filled the alley.

Spot is the best bowler out of all of us- he actually can break a hundred! Me? Well, let's just say I desperately needed bumpers…

"And it's a… strike! Yes!" Spot celebrated his third strike in a row, pumping his fists in the air. We all laughed at his victory 'dance' as Blink and I got up to bowl.

"Prepare to be amazed," I joked, as I set up my shot. Everyone called out a variety of 'yeah, right' to me as I released the ball. It went flying down the lane, hopped the gutter, and went straight into Blink's lane.

"Whoops, my bad," I said sheepishly to Blink, and then shouted for joy as I saw my ball had knocked down all the pins. "I got a strike! Go me!"

"You may have gotten the strike, but I got the points!" Blink laughed, as he pointed to the scoreboards, which mine still had a score of a seven, and his flashing 'strike!'

"Ha ha. I still got the strike!" I said, and then bowled my actual turn. Two straight gutter balls. Ain't I the best bowler ever?

The night went on with me getting gutter ball after gutter ball, and everyone else actually scoring. By the end, I had a score of fifteen… while Spot's was one hundred and fifteen.

It was after we were done and were all giving back our shoes when I heard Jack talking to Curly about what day they were staying after to buy prom bids. I vaguely remembered posters up all around the halls blasting in big, bold letter that prom bids were on sale next week.

And that got me thinking. I was never one to go to dances… I've only been to one, and that was my freshman year when my friends basically dragged me there. But Spot? He has been to every single one. I was contemplating asking him. It was out senior year and I finally was with him, and it's prom. I decided to ask him on the car ride home.

"Hey Spot?"

"Yeah?" He said, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Uh… Do you… Do you wanna go to prom with me?"

He smiled. "I knew I'd eventually get you to another dance."

"So that's a yes then?"

"Of course it's a yes, stupid!"

We told Mrs. Conlon when we got home. She was thrilled. We're buying the bid on Thursday with everyone else. The dance itself is June fourth, so we have time to get everything.

Well I have stuff to do. Later.

-Racetrack

5/20/04

Bids sale was after school today. It was an… interesting experience. I shoulda expected that reaction. I mean, we were two guys buying a prom bid. Together.

Here's the story.

Spot and I met Jack, Curly, Blink, Crosser, Skitts, and Braids at the locker and walked down to the lobby to get the bids. As soon as we got on line, I felt like everyone was staring. Now, I was used to the staring when it's just me and Spot, but normally people don't stare when we're in a big group.

I leaned toward Spot and whispered to him. "Is it just me, or is everyone staring at us?"

"No, it ain't you. They are. It's like they've never seen us together before." He sounded pissed.

That was the moment I saw Brady and his blonde bimbo of a girlfriend Darcy see us on line. I groaned, and Spot looked up. Immediately, he tensed up. After all, we both hated his guts.

"Well, well, well. Look who's going to prom. Ain't it so cute?" Brady said, causing everyone's attention to be even more focused on us. Spot gave him the death blare, but Brady didn't stop there. "Hey fags, which one of you is gonna wear the dress?"

I had to hold Spot back at that comment. I tried to calm him down, but it didn't work. Brady laughed at my attempt to stop Spot and kept taunting us. I desperately kept fighting to keep Spot from getting to Brady. I didn't feel like having another fight. Plus I knew that if Spot were suspended, he wouldn't be able to go to prom, for the ten-day suspension would still be in effect for prom.

Spot finally calmed down, but not before he flipped Brady the finger and said some choice words to him. By that time, Brady was bored with us, and had chosen to start makin' it with Darcy. Talk about disgusting…

Anywho, after another half hour, it was finally our turn to get the bid. The teacher, without looking up from her paper, asked us for our names. I almost laughed at out loud at her reaction, for as soon as she heard our names, her head snapped up and she gapped at us. Finally, I snapped her out of it.

"What? Ya neva seen two guys going to prom together before?"

She turned bright red and apologized a million times, fumbling for our paperwork and the bid. Spot and I had a good laugh after we were done.

Now we have two weeks to get ready. All we really have to do is get the tuxes… Jack already ordered a limo, and the after-prom is at Skitt's dad's house in Seaside.

I'm out.

-Racetrack

6/1/04

Memorial Day weekend was a blast.

Blink had a barbeque at his house. Our whole gang was there again. Plus, his pool was open, so you can guess we had fun with that. Everyone got thrown in at least once.

We also had chicken fights. Spot and I are unstoppable! We beat everyone at it. It was great (and I bet you know one reason why…)

Ahem.

Today we went to rent our tuxes. Yes, I know, it's three days before prom and we didn't get them yet. We're procrastinators, what do you expect?

We walked in and asked the lady working there if we can rent tuxes. After she measured us, she asked this.

"And what color are you're dates dresses? So we can match your vests."

We looked at each other and cracked up. The saleslady wasn't amused. "Excuse me, but what is so funny?"

Spot stopped laughing enough to answer. "Nothing. It's just… well, we're each other's dates."

She looked at us for a second, and then realized what we meant. "Oh… Ohhhhh…. I'll um… I'll just give you both… silver… I guess… I'll be right back with your forms." She quickly made her way over to the back room.

Again, we cracked up. People's reactions (the good ones at least) amuse me.

Oh well… Three days until Prom!

Oy yey… I just realized something… One- I can't dance. And two- I forgot to order his boutonniere! I should do that, shouldn't I? Well then, I'm out.

-Racetrack


A/N: woot! FINALLY an update, I know. It's an okay chappie.. not one of my faves, but oh well… next chappie is gonna be good- it's PROM!

Shout Outs

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