Shoutouts!

Lil Irish QT: Dahling, in my book, Jack and Davvy are written in the stars.

BoomerRang: Aha. I'm not tellin'! And I agree.

Nosilla: Tell me about it! Eurgh!

Erin Go Bragh: Yeah, sorry, but it's gonna get crowded. And I'm about to go to a new school, so you can bet that I'll fall in love with the first gay guy I meet. -rolls eyes-

twilight-maiden: I could totally picture Jenny freaking out.

Charlie Bird: CHA! You'll be making an appearance soon.

ducks-go-quack-00: Ick. Spiders.

Unknown-Dreams: No, I disgree. I think Hogwarts boys action is hotter.

Chaos Adame: Vote for me, and all your wildest dreams will come true!

Slightly: I've been watching too much Nappy D?


"All right, Jenny. Breathe," I said soothingly into the phone. I could see that Snitch and Skittery were stirring. They looked so cute. But, focus! "Jenny, Race and Spot and Skittery and Snitch are at my house, and they're all gay too. Just…Chill out…Get out of the bathroom…Have a nice Diet Rite, and then bring Jack and Davvy over to my place."

"Race and Spot and Skittery and Snitch are at your house?" Jenny exclaimed. I heard a knocking, and Jenny shrieked in my ear. "What d'you want?" she squealed.

(mumble, mumble, mumble)

"Get away! Go away! Don't touch me!" Jenny wailed.

"JENNY! SNAP OUT OF IT!" I shouted. "Don't make me come out there!" She whimpered and quieted down.

"I'll be over in a few minutes," she said, finally. I sighed in relief.

"Good. Talk to you in a bit." I clicked off the phone and turned to see Snitch and Skittery, who were scrambling away from each other, blushing. "All right, boys, Jenny's coming over, and she's bringing Jack and Davvy." I chuckled at the image of Jenny huddling in the bathroom while Jack and Davvy snogged in her kitchen.

"Who's Jenny?" Spot demanded.

"She's a friend of mine. Snitch, Skittery: I'm Two-Bits, and you're sleeping on my couch," I said.

"Yeah, sorry about that. We just kind of…showed up here," Snitch explained. I nodded.

"Seems like everybody's showing up," I replied. Again, the phone rang. "Doesn't anybody know what time it is!" I demanded, snatching up the phone. "Hello?"

"Tory, it's Bryan."

"Oh, hey Strelow. What's up?" I said, sitting on the edge of Spot's chair.

"Um…I have a small problem, and I didn't know what to do, so I called you."

"Uh-huuuhhh…" I said, wondering where this was going.

"Well…There are these two guys in my house…and they seem to be gay…and they apparently don't understand the concept of me being straight."

"So you're hiding in the bathroom?" I interrupted.

"No, the guest bedroom in the basement." I chuckled.

"What do they look like?"

"Well, they're both wearing glasses, and one's—" I glanced over at the newsies.

"Guys, are Specs and Dutchy together?" They nodded simultaneously.

"All right, Strelow. The brunette is Specs, and the blonde is Dutchy. Bring them over to my place, will ya? Jenny's coming over, too. Something weird is happening."

"Um…I'll try…"

"Adios!"

I began bustling about the kitchen. Okay, actually, I opened the fridge, pulled out a Dr. Pepper, and turned on the TV. "Guys," I said, flipping channels, "Strelow's coming over, and he's bringing Specs and Dutchy." Just then, the doorbell rang. I pulled it open.

"What am I supposed to do with these?"