Thanks to Jacky Higgins for BETA-ing!

Shoutouts!

Kid Blink's Dreamer: Oooh...You're a sharp one, aren't you? I'm going to have to block you, or else you'll spoil all my plots! -grin-
Slightly: What plots?
...Shut UP.

Unknown-Dreams: I know, I have them every morning when I'm at my grandparents' house! And of course Sprace rocks!

ducks-go-quack: Brilliant, brililant, brilliant, I tell you! Genius, I say!
Slightly: Not to brag or anything...
I wasn't bragging, I was quoting!
Slightly: You don't even know where that's from!
And you do?
Slightly: ...
Thought not.

Erin Go Bragh: I haven't read a bunch either, because like you said, they don't react to anything! It's like, we've got girls walking around in things they call skirts, but they don't say anything! And slash is brilliant. I'm going to be the one who in thirty years is slashing, and can't get married, because she always falls for the gay guys, and thinks straight guys are over-rated.

XBeLLaViTaX: Yeah, our play sucked though. People laughed. It's a tragedy, and people laughed. That's just sad. And, sorry, but you can't own Skitts. Watch and learn.


"By the way, keep quiet, because who knows who's crashing at my place. Sometimes my best friends sleep here when they've had problems at home," I whispered, unlocking my door. My cat dashed out between my legs the instant I opened the door. Spot promptly sneezed. "Shh!"

"Sorry," he said, rubbing his nose. I scrutinized him for a moment.

"Spotty…Are you allergic to cats?" He grimaced.

"Why do you think they call me Spot? I'm a dog person." I laughed.

"Well, Hugo and James like you. But I can't do anything about Skitty." I dropped my backpack on the floor and glanced at the couch.

My heart stopped.

Curled up on the couch, looking positively adorable, were Snitch and Skittery. Snitch had his thumb stuck in his mouth, and his other arm was wrapped around Skittery's waist.

I turned to Spot and Race, my eyebrow raised. "Are you all gay?" I demanded. Spot and Race glanced at each other.

"You know, I always wondered about those two…" Spot said, thoughtfully.

"Oh, you didn't know? They've been like that for about two weeks," Race replied, leaning against the wall.

"I had my suspicions when Snitch stopped sleeping in Itey's bed…" I snorted. Chuckling, I approached the two boys, but the phone rang. Again, Spot and Race jumped a foot in the air. I rolled my eyes and snatched it up.

"Hello?"

"TORY! OH MY GOSH, TORY, I'M GOING CRAZY!" I jumped and held the phone away from my ear.

"Jesu Cristo! Jenny, chill out and don't yell in my damn ear!" I yelped. "All right, calm down. Where are you?"

"Locked in my bathroom! Tory, it's horrible! You wouldn't believe it if I told you!" she wailed. My heart started to pound.

"All right, Jenny. Is someone in the house?" I said, seriously. She whimpered.

"Yeah. Two."

"Two people are in the house! Have they seen you?" Spot came in from the living room, but I waved him away.

"No…They were kinda'…um…busy…" I frowned.

"Whaddya mean? Jenny, who are they and what were they doing?" I demanded. I heard her take a deep breath.

"JackandDavidfromNewsiesareatmyhouseandthey'remakingout!"

It took a moment for me to register that.

"Jack and Davvy!"