Right-o, guys! Newsie Notes is coming to an end. No, no, no, this particular plot, that is. I will be continuing (they're far to fun to just drop!), but I'll mark this one as completed. I still have a few more chapters to write out, so sit tight. Uh, the next plot line will be under the creative title (not) of "More Newsie Notes" or something similar. I rather like the (uncreative) ring to it, so it stays. Anyway, enjoy le story!

Newsie Notes

Chemistry

David is in bold.

Hawkeye is in italics.

Rose is underlined.

I can't believe Spot didn't sit with us today!

I can. May I direct you to the events of two days ago?

…That's irrelevant!

Hey, David! You're in on this note too, man! Stop sleeping!

I'm tired! It's first block. And why do I have to be included in your note? Can't you just write to each other?

What, you don't want to know all of our latest gossip?

Um, no.

Well, are you going to the Fair with anyone?

The family, as usual.

Sounds like a really romantic time.

Not everyone goes to the Fair to be romantic, Rose.

He's right, you know.

And what do you plan to do there with Race?

Go on rides and stuff.

And stuff.

Not THAT stuff! Get your mind out of the gutter!

Rose, who're you going with?

Yeah, did Jack ask you?

…You're kidding, right?

So he did then?

No, he didn't. I didn't think he was going to, so I asked Kid Blink.

!!! When?

Last night.

What were you and Blink doing last night?

I KNEW you were curious!

…Maybe just a little.

Uh-huh.

We were on the phone, and we were talking about the Fair, and I was thinking that Jack was probably going to ask someone else, so I just asked Blink.

Isn't that kind of using him? I mean, asking him just because the person you really want to go with didn't ask you (yet)?

Is it? I wasn't sure.

Rose, why didn't you just ask Jack? The worst he could have said was no. And it's not as if you wouldn't be friends after that, right?

…David?

Yeah?

Stop being reasonable.

Sorry. It's kind of what I do.

So, we've got Race and me, Rose and Blink, Spot and Frenchie—

He asked her?

Spot LIKES someone?

No he hasn't. Yes he does.

Then how do you know he's going to?

Since when? Are we talking about the same Spot?

Has he ever let something he wants just walk (well, flounce in this case) past him? And since she first moved here, and if you're thinking of the short one on the other side of the room who keeps glaring at Ro Ro, then yes.

Yep, that's the one!

Aw, why's he glaring at me?

Three guesses.

Hm…

Rose glanced toward a very unhappy looking Spot. She held up her hand and waggled her fingers at him.

"Hello over there!" she called, "How's the weather, pal?"

"Isabella," Mr. Thompson looked up from his computer, "What are you doing? You're supposed to be working on the study guide I handed out."

Hawkeye leaned over to David and whispered, "Oh, I thought he just thought it would be nice to hand out large packets of paper. I didn't realize we actually had to do something with it."

David nodded, "Shame, isn't it?"

Rose, without missing a beat, answered back with, "I thought I was being very kind. You know, checking up on my old chum, seeing how things are going, asking about the weather—"

Spot rolled his eyes and snapped, "We're inside, smarty. Doesn't matter what the weather is."

Rose, looking her most offended, said, "Why, Jeremy," Spot cringed at this, "I am shocked! I was just checking! If it had been raining, would you have wanted me to kindly give you an umbrella?"

Spot scowled and, through gritted teeth, responded, "I think I'd rather be wet."

Interestingly enough, behind Spot, Jake was having a bit of trouble opening his water bottle. He did manage to pry it open, just as Spot snapped at Rose. The bottle (now open) went flying in Spot's direction, and, shall we say, irony took its toll.

From the opposite side of the room, Hawkeye called out, "You wanna re-think that answer, now, Spot?"

Wow, you don't see that happen everyday.

See, sitting with us is enjoyable!

Contrary to what the Wet One thinks.

Speaking of him, by the way he's glaring at you, I think he's decided that you're to blame for his, er… personal swimming pool.

AGAIN?!