A/N: Here's chappy 6. I saw Pirates again. Good stuff! I love that movie. Can't you tell I'm obsessed? -grins- You need to watch it, all of you. lol. So, here's the next chapter, please read and review!

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Chapter VI

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Lucks sat next to Notes in the audience. They were watching Flatt and Mush practice A Whole New World by the piano. Lucks sighed. She wished she could be on that stage. Stupid herself decided to dance and break her ankle... The music ended and she applauded dramatically, causing Mush, Notes, and Flatt to roll their eyes and laugh. She laughed too, standing up and grabbing her crutches. She hopped out of the audience and too the front doors of the theater, leading out to the lobby. Mush and Flatt ran off the stage and Notes opened the door for the three of them, heading out after them herself.

"Mushee, we're goin' to Lucks' house to watch Pirates after dis, ya wanna come?" Flatt offered, taking her car keys out of her pocket.

"Nah, da boys have a foosball tournament." Mush smiled.

"Foosball?" Lucks raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. An' Keira Knightley's hot an' all. But she's too skinny." Mush laughed.

Notes snorted. "Whatever, Mush."

At that moment, a car pulled up to Irving Hall. No... a nice car pulled up to Irving Hall. It was a dark blue sport's car. (They weren't sure which one.) It had blue decals running down the sides, the roof, and the hood in an interesting display. On the trunk was a decal of white playing cards, the four Aces. The car had a blue spoiler on the back and silver spinners on the wheels.

The four of them walked out of the theater, Lucks and Flatt's mouths dropped open. Notes and Mush looked unphased. "Who's in dat car an' can I get dere numbah?" Lucks asked, raising an eyebrow, still looking astonished. That was a hot car.

At that moment, the driver's window rolled down to reveal Racetrack Higgins. He was wearing dark, aviator sunglasses, making him look mysterious, but also kind of like a cop. He had a hand on the leather steering wheel, the other was holding a cigarette, tapping the ash onto the ground outside the vehicle.

Notes grinned. Mush laughed and kissed each of the girls before going around to the passengers side of the car. Lucks looked at Flatt, raising an eyebrow. Neither of them knew who it was. Until he spoke.

"Notes, ya comin'?" He asked, taking a drag of the cigarette. As he exhaled, smoke encircled his face, floating up into the air.

Notes shook her head. "Not today, Race. I have a couple Pirates I need to watch." She smiled.

Race nodded. "Kay. We'll see ya latah." He said, grinning. Then, after revving up his engine, he drove off.

Lucks glared. "Stupid Racetrack and his stupid rich parents buying him a stupid freakin' stupid nice car." She mumbled.

"Jealous?" Flatt raised an eyebrow as the girls began to walk to her car.

"Wouldn't you be?" Lucks exclaimed. "Dat was a hot car!"

Notes laughed. "His parents didn't buy it for him." Lucks rolled her eyes at her. "They didn't!" Notes exclaimed. The two girls got into the car. "He bought the car with his money and jazzed it up. He put in a better engine, sound system, tires, everything." She stated.

Flatt started the engine and buckled her seatbelt.

"Flatt, buy me a car an' fix it up." Lucks whined.

"No." Flatt said, laughing.

Lucks pouted the whole way home, muttering things like 'Why do the boys I despise have ta have awesome cars?'

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Racetrack parked in front of Jack's aunt and uncle's house. He took off his sunglasses and put them in the console. Then he turned to Mush. "Pretty sweet, huh?" He smirked, opening the door and stepping out of his new car. He shut the door and turned to see four faces gaping back at him. He grinned.

"Dude, I want a ride." Spot said, walking over and running his hand along the side of the car.

Race slapped his hand away. "Don't shmear it!" He exclaimed.

"Race, can I like... kiss you?" Jack asked, eyes wide open as he observed the car from his spot on the curb.

"I already tried dat, Jacky-boy. He didn' like da idea too much." Mush laughed, patting Jack's cheek.

"Racetrack Higgins," Skittery walked over and kneeled in front of Race. "Will you marry me?"

Race pushed him over. "Get outta here!" He grinned. "It's pretty sexy dough, huh?" He grinned.

"As if you needed an ego boostah." Blink grinned, walking around the car to observe it. "But it is pretty sweet."

"No, really?" Spot stared at Blink incredulously. "Can I ride shot-gun?" He looked up at Race.

Race rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but don' we have a foosball tournament? I'm quite lookin' foreward ta stealin' all ya money." He grinned.

"He's got a point, come on guys." Blink said, walking over to Jack and closing his mouth. "Wipe da drool off ya face, Skitts." He snorted. Skittery frowned and stuck out his tongue immaturely before staring at the car again.

"Come on." Mush laughed, wrapping an arm around Spot's shoulders and dragging him inside after Blink, Jack, and Skittery.

Once everyone was inside, Race locked the car doors with his beeper button thing. Then he followed everyone else. Jack had a foosball table in his basement. Along with an air hockey table and a mini basketball hoop. There was also a miniature refrigerator where Jack kept um... refreshments, but his aunt and uncle didn't know about it.

Jack lived with his Aunt Claire and Uncle Tom on his mother's side. They were his only living relatives, well, besides his father who was in prison for the murder of Jack's mother when Jack was five. After the incident, Jack was moved in with Claire, Tom, and their three children, Dan, Chris, and Samantha. Jack, who was then named Francis Jack Sullivan II, was adopted by the Kelly's and had his last name changed. He just went from Jack from then on. Dan, Chris, and Sam moved out years before, leaving Jack alone with his aunt and uncle who never cared about anything he did. That's the reason he'd gotten into smoking at a young age. He had eventually led Spot, his best friend, into it, and then Racetrack.

Spot and Jack had been best friends since Spot had moved into town. Jack knew what it was like to be the new kid. Even if he came into the school in the middle of kindergarten, everyone else already had friends. So, in first grade, when Spot came into the classroom, looking annoyed and sarcastic, as always, Jack greeted him first. Both of them coming without real parents, and being the new kids, they kind of hit it off.

That's when Race came into the picture. Race moved there in second grade. His parents were rich, company owners. He had two older brothers. He was not as quiet as Spot, and was quite the pain in the butt. Spot and Jack hated him. He was annoying and loud, and took over their job of tormenting the girls. The both of them didn't have any trouble trying to pull up Flatt's or Stormy's skirts or drawing a pencil mark down Cat's book before Race came along. Lucks was the difficult one, however. She was so stubborn that no matter what they did, she wouldn't cry or tell the teacher. Until that one day when the second grade class went on a field trip to the park... and Race pushed her off the merry-go-round. She scraped up her knee and cried, going to tell the teacher. Spot and Jack fell in love with Race from that day on.

Now, ten years later, the three of them were almost inseparable. They knew every single one of each other's secrets. The days they all lost their virginity. Every little break up and make up. They were all there when Race's niece was born, at Jack's father's retrial, and they were there to bail Spot out of jail after he'd gotten busted for gambling. (Needless to say, Race was trying to hide his own addiction.) So... they were there for everything.

"Okay, Jacky-boy, whaddya t'ink?" Race grinned, chewing on the end of his pen, a notepad in his hand.

"Huh?" Jack asked, pulled out of his reverie.

"You okay, Jack?" Mush shot Jack a worried look, walking over and patting Jack on the back.

Jack shook his head. "Uh, yeah. Yeah I'm fine." He cleared his throat. "Wha' was dat, Race?"

Race frowned for a moment before going back to his notepad. "Oh, uh... how much ya bettin' on Blink verses Skitts?" Race grinned. "5 ta 1 Skitts beats Blink by t'ree." He smirked.

"You're on." Jack smirked back.

"All right Jacky." Spot chuckled. "Hey Race, count me in." He smirked. Race grinned and wrote down the pair of names.

"Let da games begin." Race announced. Mush walked over and put the ball through the hole. And they were off. About a half-hour after play, Racetrack announced he needed a smoke. He put Mush in charge of reffing until he got back. "Jack, ya wanna come wit me?" He asked.

Jack looked up from his spot against the air hockey table. He noticed the look on Race's face and nodded. He handed Spot the beer he was drinking and walked after Race onto the back patio.

"What's goin' on Jack?" Race asked, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and positioning it between his thin lips. He took out his lighter, gave it a little shake, and lit his cigarette.

Jack looked at his friend and sighed. "Nuttin'." He looked out of his backyard. Wow, it needed a mow.

Race sighed, exhaling smoke through his nostrils. He shook his head and leaned against the side of the house. "Don' lie ta me, Jack. We've known each uddah since we were seven. Dis ain't nuttin'. What is it? Ya parents?" Jack winced but Race didn't notice. "Wha' is it?"

Jack shrugged. "I dunno. Juss t'inkin', ya know?" He muttered. He held his hand out. "Can I bum a smoke?" He raised an eyebrow.

Race nodded and took a cigarette out, handing it to Jack. After Jack had put it in his mouth, Race lit it for him. Jack took a long drag and exhaled. Race sighed. "Ya wanna tawk about it?" He shot Jack a look.

Jack sighed. He figured there was no backing down. He shrugged. "It's nuttin' really. Juss a liddle shaken up. Thinkin' about school an' stuff. Davey and Sarah." He looked over at Race who nodded. "An' not havin' a girlfriend can be a liddle weird." He snorted.

"Um... Mia?" Race raised an eyebrow, grinning.

Jack laughed. "Yeah, she really wasn' my girlfriend, was she Race?" He smirked.

"Nah, I guess ya right." Race scratched his forehead. There was an awkward silence between the two. "So... ya wanna go back ta da game?" He raised an eyebrow. Jack nodded. The two of them put out their cigarettes and walked back inside.

Spot raised an eyebrow at the uncomfortable expressions on Jack and Race's face. "You guys make-out out dere or sumthin'?"

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"I'm tellin' ya Notes, I don't 'have a crush' Johnny! He's just a great actor an' a hot pirate!" Lucks protested, using the air quotes and eating a handful of red Skittles.

"He's a sexy pirate." Flatt nodded, applying a line of thick purple eyeliner to Lucks' eyelids.

"Actually, I t'ink he earns da othah letter. Don'choo ladies?" Snitch grinned. Notes shot him a confused look. "He's a smexy pirate." Him, Flatt, Lucks, Notes, and Cat all burst out laughing.

"Who do you like then, Lucks?" Notes asked after the laughter had died down.

"Actors? Well... dere's Orlando an'..." Everyone shot her a look. "Wha'?" She asked, shooting them a what-did-I-do-wrong look.

"I meant actual people, Lucks." Notes raised her eyebrow.

"No one." Lucks made a face and chucked a purple Skittle at her friend. It bounced off Notes' forehead and onto the floor.

"Yeah right." Cat snorted. She took a gummy worm and smacked it against Lucks' head.

"Ow! Ho!" Lucks yelled. She snatched away the gummy worm and bit off his head. She laughed evilly and gave it back to Cat. Cat frowned at it but then shrugged and ate it anyways.

"At least we know who she's with." Flatt pointed out nonchalantly, making duck lips with two Pringles. She grabbed eyeshadow and began applying it on Lucks' face.

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" Lucks raised an eyebrow, throwing an orange Skittle at her. Flatt shrugged and caught the Skittle, grinning. She pulled the chips out of her mouth to eat the it. Lucks rolled her eyes.

"It's not Racetrack, is it?" Snitch made a disgusted face.

Lucks returned the face and shuddered. "Nevah say dat again." Notes laughed. Lucks sighed and closed her other eye for Flatt. The credits to Pirates of the Caribbean were rolling. Flatt was still in front of her, eating Pringles and doing her make-up. Cat was eating a gummy worm. Notes decided to hog the Triscuts, and Snitch was trying to steal one from her. All of them were looking at Lucks expectantly. "Wha'?" She exclaimed, mouth full of Skittles. She almost choked and decided it'd be better not to talk with her mouth full.

"Tell us!" Cat ushered her on.

Lucks narrowed her eyes at all of her friends. "What if I dun' wanna?" She raised an eyebrow.

"We'll get it out eventually." Notes smirked back.

"Try an' den I juss won' ever tell." Lucks announced defiantly and shoved another Skittle into her mouth.

"Why do ya have ta be so difficult?" Flatt raised her eyebrows, trying not to laugh.

"Cuz dat's who I am, dear Not-So-Flatt." Lucks grinned. "Who do you like?" She raised an eyebrow.

Flatt sighed and shrugged. "No one, really." She looked up at everyone. "I'm serious!" She exclaimed. They all laughed. "Well, what abou' choo, Notes?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Notes bit her bottom lip and made a face. "Skittery." She said quickly.

Lucks grinned. "Aw, how cute! Notes-y has a cwush on Skitts!" Notes chucked a Triscut at her head and the blonde laughed.

"Good choice." Snitch smiled softly.

Everyone was silent after this comment. Snitch had been gay since he was born. It was a fact. But he never found any boy he was really attracted to until Skittery became the 'tall one' of the group (well, besides Jack). That was back in freshman year. Snitch came out and told Skittery how he felt and Skitts turned him down... bad. It broke Snitch's heart and he stopped going out with people. Period. It was kind of sad.

"What?" Snitch looked around the room. "Lucks! Ya have ta tell us now." He grinned. Everyone was still quiet. "I'm ovah Skitts. Honest." He smiled widely. "I promise." Everyone nodded uncomfortably and he rolled his eyes.

Flatt cleared her throat. "Come on, Lucks." She prodded the other girl with her foot.

"Mghfmph." Lucks said, her mouth full of Skittles.

"Who the heck is 'Mgrhfmf'?" Notes raised an eyebrow.

Lucks shook her head and laughed, swallowing. "I didn' say 'Mgrhfmf' I said..." Her ears were beginning to turn pink. "Um..."

"Spit it out!" Cat shook her.

"Mush."

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End Note: So, whaddya think? This chapter isn't quite my fave, but I think the point came across! Review... and please tell me how much you effing love Race's car. Right? Right? lol... Please Review!