A/N: Well, here be chapter 4. Ar! Sorry, saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest opening night. Went to midnight showing. Loved it. You must see. After you read and review of course!

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Chapter IV

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Lucks hobbled, on her crutches, over to where a few people were seated. They were all in Irving Hall, discussing the plans for the upcoming production of Aladdin and the Magic Lava Lamp. It was pretty much a modern day Aladdin musical. Mush was picked for the role of Aladdin, Flatt was Jasmine. Lucks, who's role was going to be Jeanie the Genie, unfortunately broke a bone in her ankle and cracked a few others, so she could no longer do the part. The role was given to a cute girl named Katy, who was fairly new to the theater. Lucks was asked to help out the new girl, as well as design costumes with Notes.

Lucks, dressed in a festive display of sparkles, came charging over to Flatt, Mush, and Notes. "Comin' through! Injured lady!" She yelled, though there was no one in her way.

"Shut-up and sit down," Notes laughed, pulling Lucks into the seat next to her and handing her a sketchbook. "What do ya think?"

Lucks groaned and snatched the book out of Notes' hands. She opened it up and looked through the rough sketches. At the top of the first page, it read: 'Aladdin... a.k.a. Mush-ilicious'. Lucks smiled and rolled her eyes. She glanced over the drawing. The drawing included a pair of jean shorts with various holes all over the place. The vest to be worn looked like a grey, zip-up hoodie that had the arms ripped off. There was also a patched newsboy hat to top off the ensemble.

Lucks grinned, "I love it, Notes-ala," she flipped the page to see it was empty. "Now get ta work on Jazzy!"

"Wouldn't I look hot in dat?" Mush grinned, giving Lucks a welcoming kiss.

"Yeah, but not as hot as I'm gonna look... if Notes evah finishes my costume," Flatt growled sarcastically at Notes.

Notes laughed and stole the sketchbook back. "And have you done any work, Lucks-ibeth?" She asked, ignoring Flatt's comment.

"As a matter of fact," The blonde smirked, pulling a notebook out of her patched backpack. "I used my laziness to my advantage." She opened up the notebook to show them all what she had worked on the night before. It was a t-shirt. She had made it over the internet with a Custom T-shirt designer. And then she printed out her design to show everyone. She was too lazy to actually draw out the design.

The t-shirt was white, and plain. She wanted it to have more color, but, unfortunately, the rule of the theater was that all promotional t-shirts had to be white. So, instead, she incorperated color in the design. Right smack in the middle was a bright green lava lamp. Instead of lava, however, there was the sillouhette of a girl genie. Above the lamp, written in scrawled gold handwriting it read Aladdin. Then, to finish it, in neon pink Grafiti art, it read and the Magic Lava Lamp. On the back of the shirt, it said 'An Irving Hall Theater Production' across the top, along with the theaters logo, the purple sillouhette of a meadowlark.

"So, whaddya think?" Lucks grinned.

"I like it," Notes nodded, smiling.

"I love it!" Mike exclaimed, coming up next to them, causing them all to jump. "Order however many you think we need, of all sizes, and I'll pay you back," he grinned, kissing Lucks on the forehead and scurrying off to do some other director-esque things.

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Spot Conlon paced his sisters bedroom, thinking of ways to calm himself. Mia and Racetrack sat on Mia's bed, both of them fidgeting uncomfortably. Mia's long, dark hair was tousled everywhere, and she ran a shaky hand nervously through it. Her black t-shirt was now safely cough back on. Her dark eyes watched her pacing brother's body with fear. Race sat next to her, his white t-shirt was also back on, his hair was slightly messed up, and he shook it out of his face.

Finally, Spot stopped pacing and turned to stare directly at Race. He opened his mouth, then shut it. Then he opened it again... and shut it again. He couldn't think of anything to say. All that he could think of was what had just happened.

(Cue Flashback)

Racetrack was in his car, driving down the road near Spot's house when he stopped at a red light. He cursed loudly at the large light in front of him and turned off into the parking lot of a Blockbuster. He needed a smoke... bad. He's been having a rough day. His brother's were coming into town in about two weeks and his mom wouldn't get off his back. So, he found a cigarette. What he couldn't find... was his lighter. He looked everywhere for it.

Then, as if anything else annoying couldn't possibly happen to him, his cell phone rang. He cursed and picked it up. The caller ID across the front read "Spotty". He rolled his eyes and flipped it open. "What?"

"Wow, grouchy." Spot's reply came in laughter.

"Bite me." Race said bluntly before continuing to search for his lighter.

"Um... Raaaaaaacey."

Race rolled his eyes. He had heard this song and dance before. Spot wanted something. "No." Race swore loudly again and went looking through his back seat.

"Fine then."

"Yeah. Good. Bye Spot."

"No! Don' leave me."

"Wha' do ya want?" Race yelled into the phone, aggravated.

"Skittles."

"What the heck?" Race sat himself back into his seat, defeated. His lighter was forever lost.

"I want Skittles."

"Nu uh. You'se sound hyper enough."

"Do not."

"Do to."

"Do not."

"Do to..." Race paused, turning the key in the ignition. "Why am I havin' dis conversation witchoo?"

"I dunno. Come on, Race, please."

"Skittles?" Race sighed. He knew Spot would have a lighter at his house any ways.

"Uh huh."

"Ya gonna pay me back." Race shook his head and pulled out of the Blockbusters parking lot. "You are so freakin' random, ya know dat?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Fine. See ya." Race hung up the phone before Spot could say any more and drove over to the closest Kwik Way to buy Spot a package of Skittles. And one for himself.

After he had arrived at Spot's house, and already allowed himself inside the door, he ran up the stairs, Skittles in his back pocket, and headed to Spot's room. He, however, made a detour and knocked on another door, just down the hall from Spot's.

The door opened a crack and a familiar face peeked out. "Yes?" Mia inquired, smiling softly.

"Got a lightah?" Race grinned.

"Who needs a smoke?" Mia smirked, opening the door. "I have other plans fa you..." She trailed a finger down his cheekbone and pulled him into the room, shutting the door behind him.

One thing led to another and before they knew it, Spot came walking down the hallway. He knocked on Mia's bedroom door. "Mi? Have ya seen Race? His car's out front, but he's not in it." Spot asked. Then he let out a small laugh. "He's not in dere is 'e?" He knocked on the door and frowned. "Mi?" He turned the handle and opened the door to see two people on Mia's bed...

Both of them had their shirts off. Race was kissing her neck and she was moaning... Spot turned white. "Get off my sistah!" He exclaimed.

(End Flashback!)

"She's my sistah, Race!" Spot shouted.

"I'm righ' here." Mia glared.

"Well den... get out!" Spot's voice got squeaky and he cleared his throat.

"It's my room." She shot back.

"Get out anyways!"

"Fine!"

"Fine."

Mia kissed Racetrack again, purposely trying make her older brother angry. Then she stood up, glared daggers at Spot, and stormed huffily out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. She didn't go far, just outside the door so she could hear the conversation.

"My sistah, Race!" Spot went back to yelling at Race.

Race winced and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I know..." He mumbled.

"My-!"

"Sistah, I know, Spot!" Race yelled back.

"Why?"

Race opened his mouth to say something. Then he shrugged.

"Ya don' know... Ya don' know?" Spot was still yelling. His face was bright red. His eyes were bulging out of his head. He teeth were bared. He looked scary.

"She started it!" Race protested.

"Race!" Came Mia's voice from outside the door.

Race winced again.

"I'll tawk ta you latah!" Spot yelled out to her.

"She started it?" Spot was beginning to settle down. He wasn't quite yelling, but he was still rather loud, glaring at Racetrack.

"Yeah... she did." Race glared back.

"When?" Spot raised an eyebrow.

"About two weeks ago."

Spot's eyes got wide again and he coughed, trying to catch his breath. "Two we-..." He coughed again. "Two weeks?"

"Yeah. Two weeks."

"What have ya... nevahmind... I don' wanna know..."

"No you don't." Race stopped suddenly and hit himself over the head.

"She's my sistah! Gawd, Race! Ah!" Spot ran and started smacking his head against the wall, not hearing the door open.

"Wait, ya ain' mad?" Race raised an eyebrow.

"Mad? I'm disgusted! You're screwin' my sistah!"

"You are too?" Came a voice from the doorway.

Race and Spot turned to see Jack Kelly, his mouth wide open in disbelief. Skittery was in stitches in the background.

"Mia!" Spot and Racetrack yelled at the same time.

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Mush, Flatt, Notes, and Lucks were all in Flatt's light pink 1960 Buick LeSabr. Flatt and Lucks, who were seated in the front seat, were arguing with Mush and Notes about getting Spot, Race, Jack, and Skittery something for lunch. It was there lunch break and they were getting burger take-out.

"Come on, ya guys. Dey're nicah den dey come across." Mush pleaded.

"Mushee! Race is a jerk." Lucks pointed out, placing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, but Skitts and Jack and... well, Skitts isn't!" Came Notes' response from behind Lucks.

"Most of da time..." Mush agreed, his face fell for a moment.

Lucks looked at him sympathetically.

"You guys. I am not goin' all da way ovah dere to have Conlon insult me." Flatt rolled her eyes.

"Please!" Mush pleaded, giving Flatt puppy dog eyes through the rear view mirror.

Flatt looked over at Lucks.

"Fine!" Lucks sighed, throwing her arms in the air. "But if dey be demselves, it's your fault." She pointed to Mush and Notes.

Mush grinned. "Okay, Lucksies." He picked up his cell phone and dialed Skittery's number. After a couple rings, Skittery picked up.

"Hello?" He was laughing. There was a lot of screaming in the background that sounded an awful lot like Spot.

"Wha's goin' on ovah dere?" Mush raised an eyebrow. Lucks and Flatt looked back at him and he shrugged. He waited for Skittery's reply. And then. "What?" He was trying to keep from laughing. "Spot's Mia?" Then he burst into laughter, causing everyone else to laugh even though they didn't know what was going on. Mush had such a contagious laugh.

Mush looked around to see that everyone was watching him. Including Flatt who kept looking from her rear view mirror to the road and back. "I'll call ya back, Skitts." He laughed, hanging up. He looked around at everybody again.

"Are you going to tell us or do we have to smack it out of you?" Notes exclaimed, shaking Mush.

Mush laughed again. "Spot..." He couldn't stop laughing. "Spot walked in on Race and Mia..."

Lucks shuddered. "Nevah say dat again..." She smacked herself.

"Go on!" Flatt exclaimed, smacking Lucks.

"And... and..." Mush laughed.

"Hurry up!" Notes said, shaking him a little more.

"And he started yellin' at Race. And den Jack came in and confessed dat he was doin' Mia too! She had been playin' both of 'em fa two weeks!" He burst into tears he was laughing so hard.

The three girls sat in shock for half a second before they too burst out laughing.

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End Note: Well, dere's da end fa ya! You know what... I've never seen smexier cheekbones then Max's. That was so random, but I wanted you all to know! Teehee! Please review and have a great rest of your day! cheesy smile