Stand Out

Chapter six: Remember this name...

By: Ambrlupin

Rating: M

Summary: It started out as a dare, then an interest formed, and then an obsession. Now Anthony Higgins will do anything he has to, just to stand apart from all the rest. After all, Mr. Sunshine, a.k.a Matt Conlon, cant ignore him forever...right? SpotRace.

A/N: ahem, yes, yet another Race and Spot fic. I swear, these things aren't planned! Hehehe, anyway, I hope you all like this, cause im having a lot of fun writing it!

Disclaimer: As always, I do not own newsies. Thank you.

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Blink's eyes flashed fire as he stood there, a motorcycle helmet under one arm. Behind him, parked haphazardly against the sidewalk, was his bike, and the ridiculous licence plate that said KID BLINK in large black letters.

Jack was scrambling off of it, pulling his helmet from his head, but he wasn't going to get there in time to prevent the inevitable. Time seemed to slow to a crawl in Race's eyes, as he saw Matt raise a hand, gesture.

Come on.

Blink was already moving across the ground, headgear dropping to the ground. The moment it hit the concrete, loud in the Italian's ears...it was already too late.

Pushing Matt off balance, the sandy blonde haired teen swung at his head, missed. Swung again and was tripped up as his opponent hooked him behind the leg, slamming a fist into his face. Blink staggered, but spun around, tackling the other to the ground.

"RYAN!" Race literally screamed, helpless as the two spun along the ground, landing blow after blow, raising bruises and drawing blood. Their eyes were so alike, both raged filled and unstoppable. "JACK!"

Having ran to the scene, Jack tried to pull them apart, but was only rewarded with a kick to the shin that had him cursing. "Sonofa...!"

Finally pushing Blink off of him, Matt's hand closed around the handle of the dagger he kept hidden and jerked it out, blade flashing in the light. "You man enough to fight like one?"

"A real man doesn't have to use a weapon." Blink got to his feet, his lip bleeding. Licking at the blood, he spat it out on the ground. "You aint a man, you're a child. Throwin a temper tantrum like this."

Race saw it in his mind before it happened, which was the only reason why he was moving before Jack, clamping his fingers around Matt's wrist like a steel vice, his other hand balling into a fist as he right hooked the slightly taller teen.

He had been told he had a mean right hook.

Head slamming back in shock, Matt would have stumbled were it not for the hold still around his wrist. Turning surprised eyes to Race, he licked his cracked lips. "Well well...I didn't think you would ever hit me."

There was something in his voice that made Race freeze.

Pressing the point of another knife into the other's stomach, Matt smirked, getting real close to Race's ear, whispering. "Remember this name. Matthew Conlon." Before he moved back, sliding both knives away and picking up his lunch bag.

"See you around." He smirked, turning on his heel. "Thanks for the workout, Ryan."

As soon as he was gone from sight, both Jack and Blink were at Race's side, hands on his shoulders, checking him over, making sure he was all right. He nodded, answered their questions, but he wasn't really paying attention.

Matthew Conlon.

The side of Blink's face was starting to swell even as Race watched, his heart thudding painfully at the sight of his hurt friend. "Im sorry." He whispered, touching the other's face softly. "Im sorry, Ryan..."

"Don't worry about it, Tony..I've had worse." Blink shrugged off his concern, but there was still that look in his eyes that said he appreciated it. "But what about you? How did you two run into each other again? This is a freaking big city."

Race paused, having not realized that. "I..."

"You don't think he's following you, do you?"

This time, the Italian teen could only stare at Blink in complete and utter shock. That theory had never even occurred to him. But...he didn't see why it wasn't possible. Of course, he was still hoping the 'coincidence' was true as well. "I...I guess its possible..." He said slowly

.It was dead silent.

"Holy sht, Tony." Jack breathed, running a hand through his hair.

Holy sht. Yeah, that about summed it up.

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"Race!" David jumped up from where he was sitting, taking a step toward the door as soon as it opened. "Man, are you..." He trailed off, eyes wide.

Chase was slower in rising, but Mush was off his couch in two seconds flat. "Ryan!"

"Hey, Mushee." Blink greeted with a small smile, trying to wave off his concerned boyfriend. "Naw, im all right. Don't look at me like that, I really am fine! ...okay, yes, I did get into a fight, but - NO!" He leveled a finger at the shorter teen, "Don't you even think that!"

Mush, who hadn't opened his mouth yet, just sighed. "Who?"

"That arrogant, cocky, piece of sht." Blink mumbled, earning himself a raised eyebrow from the other. "...The guy from the club."

"The guy from the club." Mush repeated, voice soft and calm.

Jack heard his friend's tone and pulled David a little ways off, to talk without fear of getting Blink!Splatter all over them. That wasn't going to end well. Turning his attention back to his boyfriend, he tried to answer some of his rapid questions.

Skittery frowned, "I think I might be left out a bit here. Maybe I'll just go." He grabbed his jacket and slid into his shoes. "...Im glad you're okay, Race, Blink..."

Chase edged up next to him. He didn't care for the matched discussion going on. Mush and Blink, Jack with David, and Race in the middle. "I'll walk you down."

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"You really didn't have to do this."

"I know." Chase shrugged, "But to tell you the truth, I didn't like the fact you could ditch and I couldn't." There was a sheepish smile on his face. "There's so much drama..."

"It feels like you're drowning." Skittery nodded, "I know where you're comin from, rich boy." The title slid off his lips, and he didn't think about it.

Chase's eyes flashed. "Rich boy?" He stopped next to his car, arms crossed. "Rich boy?"

Oops.

Skittery's hands flew up. "That's not what I meant, Chase...Oh, that's not what I meant!" He licked his dry lips, "Look...Its just..."

Chase pushed him hard in the shoulder, suddenly angrier then he should have rightly been. It was only a name, he had been called worse over the years, a lot worse. Why did one name bother him...when it wasn't even that bad? "I don't want to hear it, Skits! Is that all I am to you? A rich kid, the one with the money, the influence, the car!"

"NO!" He shouted, grabbing Chase's arm as he tried to get away. A fist flew across his face, but he didn't lost his grip. In fact, it tightened. "Chase listen to me!"

"I don't want to!" He tried to jerk free, eyes flying wide open in shock as Skittery took that last foot and pressed him up against the car. "...What...?" He whispered, the anger dying as quickly as it had come.

Holding Chase's wrist in one of his hands, Skittery pinned him to the car, his other hand cupping the other's face. "That's not what I meant." He murmurred, "I didn't mean to imply anything by it, didn't mean to insult you. But its true, isnt it? You're rich, im poor."

As he was speaking, Chase was acutely aware of how close they were. Oh god. Swallowing the lump in the back of his throat, he looked up just as Skittery looked down. In time to hear his last comment.

"You're not poor, Skits." He had stopped trying to free his arm.

"Compared to you I am." Every second, his face got closer, and Chase's pulse quickened. "Thats why...this is never going to work." He pressed his lips to the other's, soft at first, but it grew as Chase softened against him, kissing him back.

Letting go of his arm, Skittery placed his hand to mirror his other one, holding Chase's face in his hands as he kissed him. Free, Chase wrapped his arms around the other, pulling him closer as he broke the kiss.

"Skits..."

"Shhh." He murmurred, placing a finger to his lips. "If this is the only time I do this, I want it to be something you always remember. Don't say no, Chase."

How could he argue with that logic? Leaning against his expensive car, in his expensive clothes, he pulled Skittery to him again and threw caution to the wind. Forget who saw them, forget the trivial matters. "...Yes."

Skittery was kissing him, sliding the shirt from his shoulders, and Chase Donnovan, suddenly felt -for the first time- the richest kid in the world. There was nothing to compare, no way to form words to describe what was going on.

Other then the fact he had finally gotten what he had always wanted.

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It was all too easy to sneak out of the living room, and soon Race was in his own room, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. Sighing, he turned over and cuddled up to a pillow, eyes half-closed.

He wasn't too sure what was going on, but he supposed there was only one way to know...

He had to go to the source.

He needed to find out more about this...Matthew Conlon

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It is...5:47 in the morning, and I finished writing this. You guys better love me, thats all Im saying. It was half written, I just had to do the rest. But still, this is dang early, so appreciate me and leave me a review, yah? -grins-