When: June 16th
Where: Kid Blink's place (email for directions)
Who: The "Newsies" and friends and family.
RVSP: We're fuckin' graduating, so let's party!

Oatmeal4Ever has signed on.
XCaptainXBlinkX has signed on.
Oatmeal4Ever: Hey Blink!
XCaptainXBlinkX: 'Ey Mush. Any news on how Jack's doin'?
Oatmeal4Ever: Nah. Nothing yet. I got good news though and bad news.
XCaptainXBlinkX: Good news first.
Oatmeal4Ever: I just saved a bunch of money on car insurance by switching to Geico.
XCaptainXBlinkX: :D Silly. You don't have your own car yet.
Oatmeal4Ever: Yeah, well…YOUR MOM.
XCaptainXBlinkX: Haha. Okay, bad news?
Oatmeal4Ever: Jack can't press charges against Spot or anything because his dad is in jail, and he isn't 18 yet.
XCaptainXBlinkX: That's retarded!
Oatmeal4Ever: Yeah, I know. 
XCaptainXBlinkX: God…Crap, I gotta go get ready for the graduation party tonight. I'll see you then, okay?
Oatmeal4Ever: Alright. You know if Jack's going?
XCaptainXBlinkX: I doubt it. I think his chest hurts when he stands up or talks. I know that Dave isn't coming though. He's going over to the hospital to check on Jack.
Oatmeal4Ever: That's sucks. Alright, see ya.
XCaptainXBlinkX: Later, man.
XCaptainXBlinkX is away.
Oatmeal4Ever has signed off.

As heard by another nurse.

"Heya Davey."

"Jack."

"Aren't you going to Blink's party tonight?"

"Um, later. I wanted to see how you were."

"Thanks. I'm doing alright…I guess. I mean, besides the fact that I'm taking more morphine than that Mimi chick from Rent."

"You actually watched Rent?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you hated musicals, Jack."

"Some of 'em. West Side Story is pretty cool. So is that one about the paperboys…What's it called again?"

"I forgot. Haven't seen it in awhile…But when did you become so spontaneous? You never used to try new things. Why the sudden change?"

"I guess I tried something new a few weeks ago and it wasn't as scary as I thought it would be."

"You mean…"

"Yeah, Dave."

"Oh…"

"Come here."

"Huh?"

"Come here."

"I don't think we should-"

"I don't mean that, Davey. Just a hug."

"Okay."

"…"

"…"

"Do me a favor tonight, Dave."

"What's that?"

"Don't try to hurt Spot if he shows up at the party."

"What? Why not?"

"Just don't. Promise me you won't."

"But look what he did to you!"

"I know, I know. But don't do it."

"Jack!"

"Dave!"

"Fine."

"Thanks."

"But…I don't get it. Why shouldn't I hurt him?"

"Because if I ended up like this, imagine the shit he can do to you."

"Gee, that's encouraging, Jack."

"That isn't what I meant…"

"What do you mean, Jack?"

"I…I don't know."

"Yes you do."

"Okay, I guess…well, yeah…"

"What?"

"I think I might love you."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I think I might love you too, Jack."

MYSPACE

"Living In the Moment Survey"

RIGHT NOW I AM:

With: Uh…no one. Except that girl who keeps walking by. She is totally scaring me. IT'S LIKE "THE RING".

Listening to: The Mars Volta. They are a pretty creepy band, kiddies. You shouldn't listen to them unless you are my age or it could scar your mind forever and drive you into a state of trauma, where you would eventually wither away into a blanket of schizophrenia that would consume you, over time morphing you into one of those crazy cats ladies that live with twenty seven felines and don't mind walking on layers of animals feces.

Eating/Tasting: Jell-O. Why is it that hospitals only serve Jell-O? What about those freaky vegans who can't eat Jell-O because it is full of bovine bones? Do they just starve?

Smelling: That smell of…you know…hospital…

Reading: Every now and then I take a glimpse at that poster that says "WHAT IS YOUR LEVEL OF PAIN ON A SCALE OF ONE TO TEN?" and it has faces on it with numbers under them. The first face looks normal, but the last one looks like someone just bit his arm off or something. Whose idea was it to put this poster in my room? Maybe it was that girl who's pacing through the halls. –shudder-

Watching: This freaky movie called "Big"

Thinking about: How old was Tom Hanks in this movie? I wish I could get a big piano like that…

Happy about: The fact that Skittery swung by earlier to drop off his laptop so I could use it. How generous of him. If it didn't hurt so much to talk, I'd call him and sing "Bad Day" to thank him. I think he is secretly stalking Daniel Powter because he thinks the guy wrote that song just for him.

Angry about: How I let Davey go to the party tonight. I know Spot is going to be there.

Sad about: I just finished my Jell-O and now I can only gnaw on the spoon. OH WAIT. That must be what the vegan patients eat while they are here. The incredible edible spoon. Yummy.

Confused about: Whether or not I love…uh…someone.

HAVE YOU EVER GONE BUNGEE JUMPING: No…

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Author's Note: I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER TO WRITE THIS. I just haven't been in the writing flow for a long time. I know this chapter doesn't have much substance, but I PROMISE the next one will be MUCH BETTER. It's already planned out, so don't worry, it should be up in a week or less…I hope.