A/N: Here's chappy 3! I hope you likes it! Read and review. Also, for my readers of Royalty of New York... I'm at a loss of words so-to-speak. I have everything outlined out on paper but I don't know how to type it into words... I will try to update as soon as I get back into the habit, lol! Thankies.

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Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Chapter III

A half an hour later, after reluctantly helping Skittery mop the blood off his face, Lucks found herself in an airport. Flatt was on her left, Mush on her right. Kid Blink, Racetrack, Spot, Jack, and a very glum Skittery stood next to Mush, and Cat and Snitch stood next to Flatt.

"Dere she is!" Cat exclaimed, pointing to the stairs that led to where they were all standing.

The ten of them looked up to see a head full of short purple hair. As more and more people dissipated, the rest of the girl could be seen. She spotted the ten of them and let out a high pitched shriek before jumping up and down, and running to see them. She dropped her lime green and purple backpack, but before she could hug anybody, Lucks stuck her hand up.

"Stop! Before we greetcha, let us see how you've grown," Lucks laughed. "Come on, Notes, take a liddle turn."

The girl, Notes, rolled her eyes, stepped back, and posed. She was rather attractive. Her purple hair was cut so it flipped out on the sides and in the back. It was pulled out of her round face by a blue ribbon that had silver stars scattered all over it. A thin line of purple eyeliner lined her almond shaped brown eyes. She was wearing a bright green t-shirt that said "Green Day" and it had a little flower on it. She had khaki cargo pants that went down to her paisley green Chuck Taylor's.

"Dang, goily. You got hot ovah da summah." Flatt grinned.

Notes laughed and ran over to hug Flatt. "Aw, I missed you Flatt! You have no idea!" She skipped over and hugged Cat, and then Snitch. "Kit-Cat, Snitch-y... I weeped every night from being away from you for so long," she hid her face in her hands and pretended to cry, "Excuse me." Then she looked up and grinned. "I'm better now!"

She ran over and held Lucks' shoulders. "Lucks-abeth!"

Lucks grinned. "Notes-ian!" The two of them embraced, laughing. "Ya hair doesn't match ya out fit," Lucks pointed out.

"Really? OhMiGod! Call the fashion police!" Noted laughed. Then she turned to hug Mush. "Mushee," she sighed, "you have no idea how much I wanted to give you this." She kissed him. Then she pulled away and gave him an eskimo kiss.

"Kiss for Blink?" Blink asked, smirking.

"Of course!" Notes embraced him and giving him a kiss equal to the one she gave Mush. She turned to the other four. "Hey guys," she smiled, a little surprised that they had come. She shrugged and hugged Race, who chuckled and hugged her back, kissing her on the cheek. She got the same reaction from Jack. Spot pinched her cheek and told her she had gotten bigger before kissing her cheek. And then as she approached Skittery, he hugged her, but refused to kiss her... or talk.

"Skitts? Are you okay?" Notes asked.

"He broke his nose." Race answered for him, rolling his eyes.

Notes furrowed her eyebrows, confused.

"It's a long story," Mush cut it before any one could say more. "I've got a suprise fa ya." He picked up Notes' bag and took her hand. "So, how was Washington?"

Blink rolled his eyes. "I'll getcha bag." And he hurried off to baggage claim to find the black suitcase painted lime green and purple to match her back pack.

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"Mush? Ya got any Moutain Dew?" Race yelled from Mush's kitchen. His head was stuck in the fridge, searching for something good to eat.

"Check the bottom shelf!" Came the reply from the living room.

Race groaned and leaned down, peering into the bottom shelf. He found what he was looking for and grabbed the aluminum can. He stood up, backed away, shut the refridgerator door, and turned around, tossing the Moutain Dew can in the air and catching it.

"Dat fa me?" Notes asked, slinking into the room and snatching the Moutain Dew from Race's hands.

"Ha! No," Race replied, smirking, as he snatched it back.

"Lucks told me about the..." She nodded in the direction of his bruise.

Race rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, I don't wanna tawk abou' it."

"No, but I do," Notes replied, blocking his way out of the kitchen. "Why are you always such a jerk to Lucks and those guys?"

"Key word... Lucks," He replied, opening the can and taking a drink.

"Why won't you two just get along?" She asked, frustrated.

"I dunno, okay? We're juss two completely different people."

"Race, you and Mush are two different people, but you two still get along great."

"Yeah, but Mush is a guy."

"True, but Mush and Lucks have a common goal, same as you."

"Oh yeah, what's dat?"

"Art..."

"No, dere's a difference."

"What?"

"I express myself wit a notebook an' pencil. Lucks enjoys expressing herself... like a Drama Queen," Race rolled his eyes.

"Look who's being da drama queen now," Spot grinned, walking into the conversation. He came up behind Notes and but his hands on her waist to move her to the side. "Where didya find dat?" He asked, poiting at Race's drink and opening the fridge.

"Bottom shelf," Race replied flatly.

Spot grabbed a Mountain Dew from the bottom shelf. "So what's dis I heah 'bout Race drawin' and Lucks bein' a drama queen?"

"Racetrack was expressing his feelings on why he and Lucks didn't get along," Notes filled him in on the conversation.

Spot shrugged. "Simple, we always hate hot chicks."

Race snorted and Notes shook her head, muttering something about 'men'.

"What?" Spot asked, holding his arms up and taking a drink of his caffine-in-a-can.

"That can't be true." "I do not t'ink Lucks is hot." Notes and Race protested at the same time.

"It's true!" Spot laughed. "I hate Flatt," he grinned.

Notes rolled her eyes. "Does she know this?"

"Hell yeah she does. And see, dat's why she hates me back. Cuz I hate her. She wouldn't hate me if I loved her," he stated proudly, smirking.

"Cuz ya so irresistable," Race snorted.

"Yeah! I am, Mistah, I-hate-Lucks-cuz-she's-hot."

"I do hate Lucks, and not cuz she's hot."

"But she is."

"Um... no."

"She's hot."

"For a camel."

"Lucks does not have a hump on her back." Notes protested, interrupting their conversation. She rolled her eyes.

"No, but Race'd like to," Spot smirked.

Notes' mouth fell open and Race punch Spot in the arm... hard. Spot burst into laughter and before anyone could say anything else, everyone else came rushing into the small kitchen. Mush had Lucks draped, bride style, in his arms. Kid Blink followed him, and then Skittery and Jack. Flatt trying to push her way through the crowd with Cat and Snitch on her tail.

"What happened?" Notes exclaimed, rushing over to Mush, but at the same time, trying to stay out of the way.

"Race," Mush started hurriedly, "hold Lucks, willya? Carry her ovah ta da counter."

Race's mouth fell open and he grumbled something before thrusting his soda into a grinning Spot's hands and helping out Mush. It was obvious by the worried looks on everyones faces that this was an emergency. "Watch her ankle!" Blink exclaimed as Race attempted to pick her up out of Mush's arms.

"Ow!" Lucks winced as the two boys attempted to trade her. When she was safely in Racetrack's arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn't care who he was, as long as he helped her pain subside.

"Okay, um... Jack, go get my parents, dey're across da street," Mush ordered, though it was more of a plead. Jack nodded and grabbed Skittery and the two of them headed out the door. "Oh! Spot, clean off da counter, willya?"

Spot looked at the counter next to the sink, which was covered in dishes. He grumbled something before setting the two sodas on the table and cleaning off the counter.

"Okay, good. Snitch, get da towels, willya?"

Snitch nodded and ran out of the room.

Racetrack shifted Lucks in his arms. Her ankle accidently bumped against the refridgerator and she let out a loud yelp. Everyone was silent. They all jumped about five feet in the air and looked over at Lucks. Her eyes were glued tightly shut, she was biting her lip, and the hand that wasn't clutching Race's shoulder was reaching down to touch her leg. Race backed away from the fridge and his grip around Lucks' waist and legs tightened absently.

"Counter," Mush ordered. At that moment, Snitch came in the room with a pile of towels, which he laid out across the counter. Racetrack nodded and carefully set Lucks' down on the counter.

Once she was safely on the counter, Mush opened the freezer. Without being asked to do so, Kid Blink grabbed a plastic bag and opened it. Mush dropped the ice cubes into the ziploc bag. When it was finally filled, Blink zipped it closed and handed it to Lucks.

"Thanks," she mumbled, placing it on her swelling ankle and wincing.

"Whad happened?" Race asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I was..." Lucks looked up at Race and glared. "I fell."

"We were juss messin' around and she sort 'a' tumbled ovah," Flatt told Notes.

"Yeah, dey were dancin'," Snitch nodded. He walked over and kissed Lucks on the forehead.

"Ya gonna be okay?" Notes asked, coming over and patting Lucks' leg.

Lucks laughed and nodded. "Yeah, once the pain goes away..."

At the moment, Jack and Skittery rushed into the room, followed by Mush's parents.

"Okay, what happened?" Mr. Meyers, a physician, asked, making his way through the crowd. Mrs. Meyers followed him and looked over Lucks' ankle. It was turning purple and blue and swelling like a marshmallow in the microwave.

"Well, we were dancin' in da livin' room. Fa da play, ya know?" Flatt started.

"An' she fell ovah. She stepped wrong an' she kinda crumpled," Blink finished.

"It was weird," Jack frowned.

Spot chuckled. He took another drink of his Mountain Dew and grinned over at Race. Race walked over, punched Spot in the arm again, and took his own soda.

"Well, I think it's broken, but we need x-rays to tell for sure. I'm sorry Delilah, but I don't think you can do the play this time around," Mr. Meyers told her sympathetically.

Lucks' face fell and she looked up at Mush and Flatt. Both of them looked just as sad as she did. They came over and gave her warm hugs. Mush gave her a quick kiss. Flatt kissed her cheek. Then, everyone else followed. Blink gave her a small peck on the lips. Snitch gave her another on the forehead. Cat and Notes wouldn't stop hugging her for at least three minutes. Even Jack and Skittery gave her a small hug, which she reluctantly returned. Spot and Race stood in the corner, drinking their Mountain Dews. Spot was smirking. Race looked terribly uncomfortable, the blush appearing on his cheeks was almost as dark as the bruise...

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End Note: So, wha'didya think? I hope I did better this time. I tried taking your advice! Please review. And BTW! Constructive criticism is always needed! Thankies! Lucksies ; D