Disclaimer: I have no delusions about owning or holding rights over Newsies, you shouldn't either. Don't sue.
Also, any pop culture references...guess what? Don't own those either. Actually...anything that you may have heard of and/or recognized in this story is owned by someone who isn't me.
Warning: Updates may (and probably will be) slow.
This contains SLASH, in other words same sex couples. If this doesn't appeal to you, you shouldn't be here.
-Racetrack asks for Spot's help to evade his punishment for gambling
-Specs continues to struggle with the fact that David's gay
-Skittery shoots down Swifty again even though he's now 'friends' with Spot
-Spot starts to help Swifty on their French project
-Specs and David sit with Bumlets, Dutchy, Skittery, and Itey
-Mush tells Itey about Spot being the gang leader of Brooklyn
-Spot tells his gym class that he's gay
-Spot tells Dutchy that he's gay
-Spot gets his gang to smash Racetrack's car and steal Racetrack's mom's car just so he has an excuse to drive the two of them home
Getting Back Together Again
XII
Skittery Is Not a Bitch
"I am so sorry to have disturbed your studies," Mrs. Higgins apologized from the front of a car Racetrack had seen in the parking lot the Brooklyn gang used. "I don't understand how my car got stolen in the school parking lot in the middle of the day and…well…poor Anthony's car…I just can't believe it."
Spot shook his head, as if ashamed with humanity. "I really don't know what could drive a person to do something like that," he lied while driving with both hands on the wheel and paying close attention to the speed limit.
"It's downright shameful," Mrs. Higgins confessed. "Most children today don't know the first thing about consideration. What in the world would compel someone to just smash a car for no reason?"
"I can't even begin to think of a reason," Spot replied, carefully stopping at a traffic light.
Racetrack rolled his eyes from the backseat. He would have been completely disgusted with this display if he hadn't known Sean was doing it in order to help him.
"I'm just worried that something will happen to make my Anthony turn out like that. You know he gambles? I found out last night and I just couldn't believe it," Mrs. Higgins easily admitted.
Racetrack creased his eyebrows together. His mother never opened up this fast…ever. What the hell was Spot doing (and so easily too, it seemed) that would make his mother act this way. His mind was directing him towards some sort of drug Spot had managed to slip her somehow, though he dearly hoped that wasn't the case.
"It may be too bold of me to say, Ma'am," Spot began timidly, "but my older brother went through a similar problem. My parents sent him to this rehabilitation place specifically for gambling addicts. I probably still have their phone number in my wallet. I could give it to you if you want. He had the best counselor; very strict, but incredibly caring at the same time. It did wonders for my brother so maybe it'll help Tony."
"Oh my," Mrs. Higgins answered, appearing very flattered, "That would be so sweet of you!"
Racetrack's eyes became wide in disbelief. Spot was trying to get him to go to rehab? That was the great gang leader's plan? What the hell? This was not getting him out of the problem! This was making the problem more of a hassle!
Spot pulled into the driveway and parked the car before beginning to reach for his wallet. "This is their card," he explained, handing a business card over to Racetrack's mother. "All their information is on there. My brother's counselor was John Terry, if you want to talk to him. I've been there a couple of times to offer my brother support, so the counselor should remember me."
"You are just an angel," Mrs. Higgins gushed before stepping out of the car. "Let's go, Anthony," she said in a much stricter tone of voice.
"Coming, Mom," Racetrack replied before beginning to undo his seatbelt. "Rehab?" he muttered quietly from behind clenched teeth.
"Isn't your gambling addiction the problem you wanted me to take care of?" Spot smirked.
"Come on, Anthony," Mrs. Higgins snapped from the front door.
"Yes Mom," Racetrack agreed before hopping out of the car, glaring at Spot the entire time.
"Are you serious! Ah man, I can't believe I can't tell anyone!" Skittery replied as soon as he had heard the truth about Sean.
"But you can't," Itey lectured, "We've got to keep this a secret. Who knows what'll happen if more people find out."
"But you got to tell someone," Skittery complained, "And you even promised Mush you wouldn't. Why don't I get the same privilege?"
"First, because Mush doesn't mean as much to me as I do to you, therefore a promise between us is more important than a promise between Mush and me. Second, Mush should have realized that you and I are like one person; what one knows the other knows as well, therefore, telling me is telling you. Third, I'd like to think that you're better at keeping secrets than I am," Itey listed on his fingers.
"Your expectations for me are too high," Skittery complained. "But you're just so cute I can't help but follow them."
"Whoever said attractiveness doesn't pay off was a god damned, mother-fucking liar," Itey replied smugly.
"Can I talk to Blink about it?" Skittery asked.
"No!" Itey answered instantly, "You can't tell anyone, okay?"
"But he probably already knows! I mean, he and Mush are like you and me and there's no way we could ever keep something from the other…let alone something this big," Skittery explained.
"It doesn't matter," Itey insisted, "You aren't supposed to know at all, remember? And neither am I for that matter. Listen, whatever we do we have to make sure that Sean never knows we know, okay?"
"He can't find out you and Mush are blabber mouths," Skittery reiterated, "I got it."
"So…?" Itey asked eagerly, "I didn't just tell you to tell you. What do you make of it? You're so much better at reading people than I am, after all."
Skittery shrugged. "I never figured he'd be a gang leader," he admitted, "I just thought he had a messed up childhood or something. Although, looking at it now it does seem to fit pretty perfectly, despite his extremely girly figure."
A few seconds of silence followed before Itey found the need to speak up. "And? That can't be the end of your analysis. I have to say, I was expecting a lot more than that. Okay, let me pose this question: if we tell Sean that we know what he does what do you think he'll do?"
"Treat us as a liability, maybe kill us if he thinks we're too much of a threat," Skittery answered dispassionately. "At any rate, I don't think the fact that we've hung out with him will matter much, if that's what you're trying to ask."
"I can't help wondering if your answer is based on what you know about Sean or your pessimism," Itey admitted, "But I really hope to god most of it is just your pessimism."
"Could be both," Skittery shrugged. "But I do think that you shouldn't mess with him. In this case playing games with him doesn't seem like the best of ideas."
"Obviously," Itey agreed, rolling his eyes. "So we just ignore it?"
Skittery nodded once, "That's my thought."
"Hey Spot," Slingshot greeted, not at all looking ashamed that he had been caught in his boss's room going through his stuff.
"Looking for something?" Spot asked, easily keeping his composure. "You should probably ask me instead; if I catch you in here along again I might not be able to contain my displeasure."
"…And you'll kill me," Slingshot finished for him, sounding unworried. "Threat received, sir. Though I think if you used that specific warning a little less often it'd be more potent, but then that's just my opinion on it."
"I think the fact that you're better to me alive than dead helps your chances of survival too," Spot commented. "Though I can't help but feel as if you think I won't kill you no matter what you do, and you should know that that isn't true at all."
"What? The ruthless gang leader of Brooklyn sparing someone's life just because of his affection for them? I'm not that stupid. I just have confidence in my usefulness is all," Slingshot explained.
"A pile of dog shit would look useful measured up to some of the people around here," Spot reminded him. "Make sure you're comparing yourself to the more helpful people."
"I have never once compared myself to Hunter," Slingshot confessed with pride. "And I can't think of any situation where I would."
"What did you need from my room?" Spot asked, changing the subject when he was satisfied with the answer. "Whatever it was I think I can correctly guessed that you have no idea where it is," he observed, looking at all his previously put-away things now strewn about. "You realize, of course, that I'm going to make you clean up this mess."
"Leave for an hour and this room will look as good as new," Slingshot promised. "How much money do you have on you?"
"That's what you were looking for?" Spot asked, not really appearing all that surprised. "I found a new place for it; I wouldn't suggest searching around again."
"How much do you have lying around?" Slingshot questioned, already beginning to clean up his mess.
"A couple hundred I would say," Spot guessed.
"Can I borrow it?" Slingshot inquired.
"Going to pick up a prostitute?" Spot posed. "I never realized you were so desperate."
"I think you took care of all my desperation last night," Slingshot chuckled. "This is for a real date…though if you want you can call it another form of prostitution. People might start thinking of you as crude though."
"As if they don't already," Spot smirked, offering his second-in-command a roll of twenties, "Here, but it's your allowance for the rest of the month."
"Fair enough," Slingshot agreed, pocketing the money without even bothering to count it. "So? Is there anything I have to do before I leave?"
"Call Rambler and tell him to come over later tonight for some urgent business," Spot replied, "Other than that you're free, just keep your cell phone on in case I change my mind."
"Hey," Speed greeted from the doorway, "I heard you were going on a date. Boy or girl? Hunter and I have a bet going between us; I'll give you twenty bucks if you say it's a boy."
"Low chances for Slingshot being gay?" Spot asked, not really caring.
"Not really," Speed admitted, "Hunter just thinks that because you guys fuck each other and you only go out with girls and Slingshot's only been going out with girls you two have got some twisted agreement that says you're the only guys you fuck."
"Spot's not really the possessive type…at least when it comes to people," Slingshot explained.
"When have I gone out with a girl? Because I think I would really remember that happening," Spot said.
"Rumors probably," Slingshot wrote off.
"More like you're telling more lies about me," Spot replied back, rolling his eyes. "I don't mind it unless I'm kept in the dark. I've told you that before, right?"
"So?" Speed interrupted, "Boy or girl?"
"Boy," Slingshot answered, holding out his hand for the twenty bucks.
"Liar," Spot commented (knowing that purely from instinct). He started to turn away, "Talk to Rambler."
"Movie?" Itey asked as he drove his car around aimlessly with Skittery.
"Not really in the mood to force myself to watch some stupid romance-tragedy shit while everyone around me cries," Skittery shot down.
"We don't have to see a chick flick," Itey pointed out.
"Action movies piss me off because they're too unrealistic, kids' movies piss me off because talking animals creep me out, philosophical movies piss me off because I don't like to think outside school, humor pisses me off because it's never funny, drama pisses me off because they always over-exaggerate everything, films about war piss me off because me favorite character always dies, westerns piss me off because they're so blatantly gay no matter what, adventure pisses me off because the ideas for them are always so retarded, musicals piss me off because singing and movies aren't supposed to mix, science fiction pisses me off because I always get jealous of the futuristic technology they have, and you always piss your pants when you're within thirty feet of a horror movie," Skittery listed off. "Next."
"We could go get some dinner."
"Not hungry."
"We could go to a coffee shop."
"Not thirsty."
"We could hang around the mall."
"Not a tween."
"Let's just go hang out with Bumlets," Itey groaned, getting frustrated at having no destination.
"We've gone over this before!" Skittery reminded him, "You can't expect to give me juicy gossip like Sean being a gang leader and not expect me to tell Bumlets and/or Dutchy. Tomorrow morning it'll feel like old news but right now…I really don't think I could contain myself."
"God," Itey sighed in exasperation, rolling his eyes. "I wouldn't have ever told you if I had known that it involved avoiding Bumlets and Dutchy like a dieting woman avoids chocolate cake."
"So what do you want to do?" Skittery asked, bringing them back on subject.
"Bowling?" Itey suggested.
"I don't wear other people's shoes," Skittery replied.
"We could hang out at a bookstore."
"I'm not going to spend time looking at books."
"CD store?"
"I don't have any CD's I want and I refuse to go to a store just to browse; I am not a teenage girl."
"Sex store."
"We're not eighteen and my parents confiscated my fake ID last week."
"Uh…head shop?"
"Not eighteen," Skittery reminded him again.
"We don't need to get drugs. We can get posters or incense or something."
"My parents don't allow posters or incense in my room; they think it'll give me too much positive energy."
Itey smiled, "Aw…isn't that sweet."
"Where else?"
"Jesus…I don't know. Putt Putt Golf?"
"We're banned until the New Year remember? They got all upset because we were allegedly trying to hit people in the head with the golf balls," Skittery recalled.
"You were trying to hit people in the head with golf balls," Itey corrected, "I was just the innocent victim who was assumed guilty by association."
"Well you didn't try and stop me. Not to mention you were laughing the entire time. Name another place."
"The arcade? I know it's juvenile, but it's kind of sweet anyway, right?"
"Banned."
"What? When did that happen? Because I don't ever remember doing anything to get banned."
"We weren't banned; I was banned. I opened up one of their machines and took the quarters out of it once. They said they wouldn't call the cops as long as I didn't come back. I don't really intend on following that rule, but I figured it'd be smart to wait until they forget my face."
"Are you sure you aren't just being paranoid? I'm sure they've forgotten you by now. This must have been like, what? Years ago, right?"
"It was like last week," Skittery admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "Name another place."
"You're the one that keeps shooting down my ideas. You pick something and we'll go there, okay?" Itey bargained.
A few seconds pause and then, "A concert!" Skittery burst out as if it was the greatest idea in the world.
"We can't stay out late enough to see a concert and I refuse to pay to see a concert and not get to see the entire thing...unless it sucks, but we won't know that until after a band comes on," Itey explained.
"Is this pay back or something? I shoot down all your ideas so you have to bring down all of mine?" Skittery asked jokingly.
"We live in New York; you'd think we'd be able to find something to do," Itey growled out.
"Ooh! Let's go to a comic store and make fun of all the nerds there!" Skittery suggested enthusiastically.
Itey shrugged, not too fond of the idea but knowing that would be as good as it got tonight. "Sure. Why the hell not?"
"Everybody was wondering where you were today," Jack told Swifty as soon as he met him in the coffee shop as planned.
"You're full of dog shit," Swifty smiled.
"Yeah, well, I missed you at least," Jack confessed. "And I have noticed Masson glance at you from time to time.
"Probably just worried I might rape him or something," Swifty mused. "Hey, man, just because I stopped hanging out with the jocks doesn't mean we can't talk at school, right? I mean, if you miss me you should just sit with me at lunch or something."
"You were sitting with the druggies today, Swift," Jack pointed out. "I'm not sitting anywhere near them at lunch."
"What? You hate them that much? I always assumed you were just humoring Masson," Swifty admitted.
"No, I was," Jack corrected. "It's not so much the druggies I hate but Sean, who sits with the druggies practically everyday."
"He wasn't around today," Swifty tried to comfort. "But…well…David was there and I guess that could be a little awkward."
"A little?" Jack asked. "Swift, I don't think you know just how awkward that conversation is very likely to be. 'Hey David, you little bitch, still refusing to do the French project?' 'Why, yes, Jack, you retarded bastard, I am and I hope with all my heart you'll fail because I hate your guts.' 'Oh, David, you little bitch, you! I've not missed you at all. In fact, I hope Sarah gets fed up with you soon and makes you start sleeping outside.'"
"Somehow I don't think things will go that badly," Swifty replied, rolling his eyes. "You just have to cool your temper and I'm sure everything will be fine. I can't really imagine David saying anything if you don't."
"That doesn't change the fact that I have to put up with him," Jack argued. "Sean and David sitting at the same table I'm at? I really don't think I could handle it. Let's just go eat in the library or something."
"The library? Seriously, Jack? I have to wonder if it's because you want to avoid Sean and David or if it's because you want to avoid the jocks seeing us together," Swifty admitted. "Have I been blacklisted or something?"
"Don't be stupid," Jack easily replied, "You quit hanging out with us because you wanted to, not because you pissed someone off too many times. They aren't going to blacklist you just for not talking to them anymore."
"What about Masson?" Swifty asked, "I freaked him out pretty good."
"Not enough to have you blacklisted though, Swift," Jack assured. "I just want to avoid Sean and David, that's all. So let's eat together in the library tomorrow, okay? I'll meet you in there."
"Of course they'd kick us out!" Skittery shouted angrily and dramatically at the front of the comic book store they just got booted from. "Because they don't want to hear the truth! They don't want us to tell them that they're NERDS! They're afraid of the truth!"
Itey grinned, "I think that's enough, don't you, Skitts? People are starting to stare."
"Let them! For I know the truth!" Skittery bellowed. "I know the truth about the comic book freaks! I know they get their heads dunked in toilets! And I know they have hung by their underwear on more than one occasion! And I know they have never made it to lunch with money! I know!"
"What are you screaming about?" Blink's voice cut in through the slight pause.
"Cyclo- Blink!" Skittery greeted with a smile.
Blink just glared at him for a few seconds.
"Why are you shouting?" Mush asked, appearing right beside Blink.
"We got kicked out of the comic book store for making fun of the people buying the merchandise," Itey answered. "Skittery thought we could probably get the cops over here if he carried on enough. I have ten bucks on them not being called."
"Of course not," Blink agreed, "This is the drug district part of town. Nobody's going to want cops coming here unless they absolutely have to."
"Exactly," Itey congratulated, "He's already been shouting for twenty minutes and all people do is just glare at him or flip him off. It's funny, if not a little stupid. Anyway, his voice will be hoarse pretty soon and then he'll have to stop."
"So what are you guys doing here? If you're going to buy a comic book I'm going to have to stop you…it's for your own safety, of course," Skittery said, dropping his voice down to a normal tone.
"We were just wandering around," Mush answered, "My car's low on gas so we parked and decided to find something to do around here."
"Thought of anything good yet?" Itey replied. "We're a little low on gas too and Skittery hates doing pretty much everything."
"I do not," Skittery argued.
"You shot down every one of my suggestions almost immediately," Itey pointed out.
"Yeah, because all of your ideas were crap," Skittery retorted.
"Let's just go get something to eat," Mush proposed, pointing to a café across the street and successfully breaking up the fight between Itey and Skittery.
"Sounds great," Skittery agreed.
"I thought you didn't want to eat," Itey reminded him.
"Well yeah…I wasn't hungry before. Now I am and going to a café sounds like an excellent idea," Skittery explained as everybody started walking towards said café.
"You're just trying to irritate me because I won't let you tell anyone what I told you, right?" Itey asked quietly as he and Skittery fell behind.
Skittery smirked, "You know me too well."
"Yeah, well, you annoy me too well so I guess we're even," Itey retorted. "Is my torture over now? I hate to run out of gas before the end of the week."
Skittery thought for a moment, "How about I steal the rest of the gas in your car tonight while you sleep and we can call it even?"
"You're such a bitch," Itey observed. "Seriously…you are being such a bitchy little girl about all of this. I thought you'd be thankful that I'd tell you something like that. If I knew this would happen I would have kept it to myself."
"Relax, I'm just messing around with you," Skittery assured. "You're suggestions really were lame, I am actually pretty damn hungry, I won't steal any of your gas, and even though we've known each other practically our entire lives I still keep you guessing and I know it."
"I love you," Itey said as he held the café door up for Skittery.
Skittery grinned, "Let's try and keep away from all the lovey-dovey crap, okay? We aren't in some romantic comedy for teenage girls to coo over."
"Right," Itey replied. "I guess I forget that sometimes."
"You have real douche bags for friends," Specs pointed out as soon as he met Dutchy at their designated coffee shop.
"It's nothing personal," Dutchy tried to tell him. "I mean, they just tend to joke around too much."
"Yeah, and hold grudges over your head for all of eternity," Specs grumbled. "Honestly I don't know how you stand them."
"It's nothing personal," Dutchy claimed, "I mean, they're cruel to everyone; not just me."
"Right, but especially to you," Specs pointed out. "Have you really not noticed that you're the one who gets the worst of their treatment? …And why? You're their friend; you should be one of the people they actually like."
"They like me," Dutchy insisted.
"Yeah…more like they like to make fun of you," Specs corrected.
"It's not as big of a deal as you're making it," Dutchy replied. "It's not like I don't realize they insult me or anything. It's just not this huge thing. After all, who can say they're friends with someone if they can't make fun of that person every once in awhile?"
"That's just it! '…Every once in awhile'? Fine; okay; good even. But Itey and Skittery make fun of you all the time!" Specs passionately argued.
"I don't mind too much," Dutchy answered. "It's all joking anyway. With Skittery and Itey you have to focus on what they do and not what they say. The fact that they hang out with me and seek me out is enough to know that they don't really hate me."
"Are you sure you aren't just a masochist?" Specs asked, acting as if he already knew the answer.
Dutchy shrugged, "I could be, but at least I never drove any of my friends away and made a complete pacifist yell at me; now that's true masochism."
Specs narrowed his eyes, knowing Dutchy was talking about him and his situation with David. "Don't talk about shit you don't know fuck about," he snapped.
"Same to you," Dutchy order with a calmness that would have made Bumlets proud.
After that it was all awkward pauses and too-polite conversations until they decided to part ways.
"Okay…okay…let's see…ten-year-old Macaulay Culkin or Jim Gaffigan?" Itey asked. "Pretend having sex with children isn't frowned upon."
"Uh…Jim Gaffigan…I guess," Mush decided.
"How long would my he be staying with me?" Blink asked.
"Until lunch the next day," Itey made up.
'Jim Gaffigan," Blink answered. "I don't think I could stand Macauly Culkin for that long."
"Would I be able to convince them to do S&M? And if so would they want to be the submissive one or the aggressive one?" Skittery asked, thoroughly going over the question in his head.
"Both of them are open to your suggestions," Itey assured him, "And they'll do whatever you want them to."
"Okay, in that case…Macauly Culkin, provided he'd be into S&M and wants to be submissive. That way I can beat the shit out of him for being so god damn annoying in all those Home Alone movies," Skittery admitted.
"Alright…uh…Justin Timberlake or Brittany Spears?" Mush asked.
"Timberlake," Blink answered easily. "He's annoying but not nearly as annoying as Spears. Plus, I don't think I could ever bring myself to have sex with a girl; that's just gross."
"You're right…they're both annoying," Skittery agreed. "Would they ever sing while I'm fucking them?"
"Er…yeah," Mush decided.
"Then I'd probably go for Brittany; her music is at least a little better than Justin's," Skittery replied. "Though, admittedly, her music is pretty fucking terrible."
"I think I'd actually go for Justin Timberlake," Itey said. "It seems as if he has less baggage than Brittany Spears."
"The game's 'which one would you have a one-night stand with," Skittery reminded him, "Not 'Which would you rather have a relationship with'. I doubt Brittany's baggage would ever come up."
"I just don't want to risk waking up to her crying on me or something," Itey explained, "It'd be a real buzz kill, you know? And I think Justin Timberlake's more attractive anyway."
"But Timberlake's music sucks ass," Skittery argued, "If you tell me you actually like it I swear I will dump your ass."
"I'd just gag him or something," Itey shrugged.
"So…uh…you guys are really together, huh?" Blink interrupted. "It's kind of unbelievable…no offense."
"Eh, we get it a lot," Skittery brushed off. "I can prove it by blowing Itey on the table if you want me to."
"That's okay," Mush replied, "We trust that you're telling the truth."
"Yeah, of course," Blink agreed. "It's just weird because I never saw it coming. What made you two know that you liked each other enough to go out. I mean…this was after everyone went their separate ways, right? Weren't you afraid that when you took that chance you wouldn't ever be friends again?"
Skittery shrugged, "I never really thought about any of that crap. Fuck, even when we almost broke up-"
"…And there were quite a few close calls," Itey interrupted.
"Right, yeah, there really were. Anyway, I never really thought about what it would be like when we actually broke up. I mean, why let those types of things stand in your way when you think you're in love? They all just seemed so inconsequential," Skittery confessed.
Itey smiled, "You actually thought you were in love at one point? I never knew that. That's so sweet, Skitty-poo."
"Yeah well, a lot's changed," Skittery answered.
"Right, anyway," Itey said, clearing his throat and deciding to ignore the fact that Skittery might have once almost loved him (When was it? How had he messed it up? Why hadn't Skittery said anything? Was love too much out of reach now? …But he wasn't thinking about that). "Our first attempt failed pretty badly. It was only after we chose to make another go of it and keep it more light-hearted that things actually started to go in our favor."
"But…I mean…how did you guys even decide to approach each other the first time?" Blink asked. "It just seems so…so mind-boggling."
Skittery laughed, "If you think us going out is so unlikely you'll never believe how we actually got together."
"I was going out with Clara Hopkins at the time," Itey recalled, "She wasn't anything special, but she was kind of slutty and ensured I'd get laid on a daily basis. Anyway, so I was on a date with her or something."
"And then I saw them and came over to say 'hey'," Skittery continued, "But this Clara chick was being a real bitch. I got all pissed off and decided to make her angry."
"So he was like 'Hey bitch, you should be happy I'm letting you take out my man at all!' Then he just straddled me and we started making out," Itey said. "Of course, needless to say that was the end of her and the end of my daily fucks."
"He yelled at me about it days and told me he was 'always super horny now' and it was all my fault. I offered to help him with his problem and we've been going out ever since…minus a few bumps along the way," Skittery finished.
"Seriously?" Blink asked. "It happened just like that? I don't believe you. Why the hell did you start making out with him? What made him just go with it so easily? Was it some joke turned bad or what?"
"Tch, I told you you wouldn't believe us," Skittery replied. "Really, I thought friends were supposed to trust each other more than this."
No, we believe you," Mush answered worriedly. "It just takes a minute to absorb it is all."
Itey laughed. "Relax Mush, Skittery's just giving you a hard time. It'd be way too amazing if you two actually believed that story, but that is the way it happened…at least on the surface."
"'…At least on the surface'? What's that supposed to mean? So you didn't really give us the full story?" Blink asked, jumping to attention. "So? Let's hear the whole story then. It's more believable, right?"
"'…More believable'?" Itey repeated with a chuckle. "Yeah, I guess so, though it's still kind of…well…out there."
"I didn't just start making out with him on a whim, you know," Skittery confessed, "I had been thinking about Itey for awhile. I went through that whole 'crush' ordeal. I made these completely absurd connections between him and anything that was going on around me, I smiled whenever I thought about him, I went through that whole heart-feels-like-it's-going-to-burst crap; the entire thing."
"This was after I had already comes to terms with my feelings for him and had gotten over the whole thing," Itey continued, "All without Skittery's knowledge…of course I always thought he had his suspicions."
"I was no where near that far in the process yet. Hell, I was still thinking it was normal, everyday, best friend behavior," Skittery said. "That was until I saw Itey with his new slut of a girlfriend. I just felt so extremely jealous I couldn't do anything else but make a move on him."
Itey smiled with fondness, "Skittery's always had a particularly bad jealous and possessive streak in him. Who knew it could be used for good?"
Blink laughed, "You guys are for real? That's so wild! Man, if anyone could pull that story off it'd be you two."
Skittery beamed as he threw an arm over Itey. "We've always been a rather odd pair, haven't we?"
So this has been on my mind for sometime. I realize that most of my writing is just dialogue and interaction between the characters. I was wondering if it bothered anyone that I don't address the setting much. Should I attempt to change my writing style a bit or is it okay how it is?
Please review. Any ideas/criticism/praise/opinions are greatly appreciated.