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. It also contains drug use, violence, sexual situations, and may contain a(n OC) death. This story is marked for mature readers only, please treat it as such.
Pairings: Will be switching around quite a bit. If you have any preferences please let me know. They probably won't end up together unless I already planned for it to happen, but I can put in a couple flings for you if you ask nice enough.
Summary of Chapter 13:
-Slingshot gets forced into revealing what happened on his date
-Jack and the druggies get into a big fight. Jack promises not to stay over at their houses anymore
-Spot agrees to go over to Racetrack's on Saturday
-Mush confesses that he told Itey about Spot
-David punched Specs
-Jack makes plans to stay at Swifty's house for the night
-Itey, Skittery, and Mush all agree to go to the Nutcracker together. Blink has yet to decide.
-Spot gets into a fight with Masson, the Delancy brothers, and Jack
Getting Back Together Again
XIV
Light Bulbs and Screwdrivers
"Wow…two fights in one day; the teachers must have been pissed off as fuck," Skittery laughed.
"I bet they were amazed that we didn't start at least one of them," Itey mused, "Of course, I guess we kind of did…with that whole Specs-sucks-and-David's-gay-with-Bumlets conversation."
"We should really avoid saying anything gay in front of Specs from now on," Dutchy suggested.
"I refuse to be censored!" Skittery shouted "Also," he continued with a calmer air about him as he noticed that the car was approaching the neighborhood and so their ride would soon be over, "I refuse to go home, so who's putting me up for the night?"
"My parents are out visiting family or doing something about work or…something else…" Itey answered with absolutely no conviction before admitting, "I actually have no idea what my parents are doing, but the important thing is that they aren't home and won't be until really late tomorrow night."
"Sweet," Skittery replied, "Does that mean we can fuck on the kitchen table like we've always talked about doing but have never actually been able to manage?"
"Sorry," Itey apologized, "While my parents aren't home, my sister is so we can't fuck anywhere inappropriate because that'll probably scar her for the rest of her life and then my parents will get all pissed off and probably ground me because they're loveless bastards who dream about my death every night. I can blow you in the back of my car like last night though."
"Ew," Dutchy exclaimed from the back seat of Itey's car as he practically leaped on Bumlets' lap.
"He said that on purpose, Dutch," Bumlets tried to explain. "Plus, they've probably fucked in every place we've ever gone so you pretty much just have to ignore it and pretend that you don't actually smell cum in your bed."
Skittery smirked, "Doing it on your bed was definitely one of the best times ever, right Sweetie?"
"I think doing it in the warehouse we hang out to smoke in was cooler, but Bumlets' bed was definitely right up there," Itey replied.
"You guys are gross," Dutchy commented, still sitting on Bumlets' lap. "Have you seriously ever done it on my bed? Because if you have I'm going to have to buy a new mattress and I'm definitely making you two pay for it."
"Relax, Dutchy," Bumlets said, "My bed has never smelled like cum…at least not without a valid reason involving me anyway."
"Oh god, they've got you too," Dutchy exclaimed, "I can't believe you're making crude jokes with them…you've completely betrayed me man."
"Better than freaking out every time they so much as mention the word 'cum'," Bumlets replied, not looking all that hurt at his friend's suggestion.
"Yeah," Skittery agreed right away, "You're such a virgin, man…seriously. You ever think about going out and getting laid sometime? It'd probably get you to loosen up a lot more."
"You all talk about sex as if it was what you were having for dinner or something," Dutchy complained. "It's supposed to be something beautiful between two people who love each other."
"Spoken like a true virgin," Itey spoke up from behind the wheel.
"It's sex!" Skittery burst out, "It's not a beautiful declaration of love; it's sex! I mean, come on. It's only that way if you force it to be. In its most basic state it's procreation, in its best state it's a good time, and in its worst state it's a way to spread disease. Lighten up and stop letting yourself get brainwashed for god's sake."
"Does someone want to tell me where we're going?" Itey interrupted, "Because I just passed everyone's houses and I have no idea where I'm supposed to stop. Suggestions?"
"Food? Movie? Drugs?" Skittery started naming random things in his goal to help Itey. "I could go for some drugs."
"My parents decided that the FBI were on to them and flushed all the weed plants and pot down the toilet last night," Bumlets admitted. "I was so devastated I almost didn't go to school today, but then I decided that refusing to leave my room and spending the whole day in mourning wouldn't bring them back."
"Skittery and I don't have any money; we have to save everything we have for the Nutcracker tomorrow," Itey explained.
"Nutcracker? That sounds painful…and a little funny," Skittery mused. "Though I have to admit I didn't hear about it until now…which is odd since you're supposed to tell me everything."
"Plans were made not even a few hours ago," Itey explained, "Mush invited us. Apparently Blink's supposed to come to, but don't get your hopes up on that front."
"So it's pretty much guaranteed to be a dramatic and straining day," Skittery concluded. "Alright, I'm totally there with you man."
"The infamous antisocial Skittery and Itey, hanging out with two other people who aren't us of their own free will," Dutchy announced, "It feels like I've somehow ended up in the Twilight Zone."
"Shut up Dutchy," Skittery replied, "You're way too young for that reference…unless you've suddenly turned forty without telling me."
"So what do you guys want to do?" Itey interrupted again, "I'd really prefer it if I didn't have to run out of gas today."
"I want Dutchy to get off of me," Bumlets said, directing his gaze at the person still sitting on his lap. "You knew Skittery and Itey have had sex back here before, right? You laughed when the principal caught them naked back here. Why the hell are you freaking out about this now?"
"Because your lap's comfortable," Dutchy sarcastically admitted with a grin.
"Get the hell off of me," Bumlets commanded as he shoved Dutchy back into his original seat.
"Let's get back on track," Itey suggested. "Where are we going, guys?"
"You want to go to David's house? See what he's doing?" Bumlets asked. "We can see what getting in trouble for the first time in his life did to him."
"Okay," Skittery shrugged when everyone looked to him to see if he would turn down the idea. "Do you know where he lives?"
"Pretty sure," Bumlets answered before he started in with the directions.
"Hey Bossman," Hunter greeted as soon as Spot walked into their hideout. "Slingshot wanted me to tell you that he's off training new recruits and that Speed and Gadget left to uh…do something car related…I wasn't really listening."
"Do you ever?" Spot muttered before taking the flight of stairs that led to his room.
"Hey! I listen sometimes," Hunter argued, following his boss even when receiving a glare from him that clearly said not to, "It's just that Sling gets a little boring sometimes, you know? I guess I just drift off every once in awhile."
"Right," Spot grumbled, not really caring either way, "When Slingshot gets back tell him to find me. As for you…if you follow me one more step I'm going to break your arm."
"Oh…" Hunter replied as he stopped right yeah he was, "Thanks for the warning, Bossman. Was it a bad day for you then? Because I know this great massage therapist; she does miracles, I swear."
"You better make sure I don't hear your voice for the rest of the day either," Spot warned, not even looking at Hunter to make sure he got the message before walking up the stairs towards his room.
Hunter just stood there as Spot left, beaming and nodding.
"What the hell are you standing around and smiling like a doffus for?" Bam asked as soon as he saw him. "Are you high? Because if you got some weed and didn't offer me any I am gonna be so pissed."
"What, I can't simply be happy?" Hunter asked back, his bright smile still refusing to fade. "I have to be on some type of drug in order to feel comfortable smiling? I know we're in a gang and everything, but that doesn't mean I can't have a good time every once in awhile."
"Right," Bam scoffed, not at all believing him. "Why don't you tell me what part of this fun gang life is making you smile on the glorious day down in the slums of Brooklyn?"
"Nothing!" Hunter insisted, "I was talking to Spot, he snapped at me, I was told not to follow him, and here I stand. Why can't I just be happy because I'm happy, huh? Why's there always gotta be a reason for it?"
Bam rolled his eyes, "There is a reason for it, nitwit. And the reason is Spot. You get all giddy when he yells at you. God, you're such a masochist. You know, one of these days he's going to get fed up and just off you. That's a little warning from me to you."
"And a lovely warning it was, Friend," Hunter congratulated, "But I really have no idea what you're talking about. Are you sure you haven't been the one not sharing weed?"
"Please, you're an open book," Bam insisted. "Sure, most of the time you try to be, but even when you try to keep things a secret it doesn't work. You get off on Spot using you as a punching bag, admit it."
"Yeah, well, you're pretty," Hunter shot back.
"Hey! I am not!" Bam shouted. "Take it back, ya shit-head."
"But pretty doesn't even really cover it," Hunter continued, "I think beautiful is a more fitting adjective…or perhaps gorgeous… Oh! I know…! You're just so-"
Bam knocked him up the stairs before landing on top of him. "God damn it, Hunt, if you even think about finishing that sentence you will die," he snarled.
"You know, I don't think it's just Spot that gets me off by yelling at me," Hunter said calmly, "I think I just have a kink for cute little boys who act domineering. Like you, right now? You wouldn't believed how turned on I-"
Bam didn't hesitate to punch him. "Little fucking fucker," he grumbled mostly to himself before getting up and stalking off in a huff.
"Hiya Stealth," Hunter greeted as he massaged his punched jaw. "How long have you been standing there? You couldn't've jumped in before I got punched?"
Stealth just stared at him from his place on the wall.
"God, you are one creepy mother fucker," Hunter muttered loud enough to make sure Stealth heard before he got up and continued up the stairs in order to get to his room.
"Hey!" Jack shouted as soon as he let himself in Swifty's front door. "I came a little early, dude. Hope that's cool and everything."
"Yeah, it's cool," Swifty assured as he came down the stairs located right in front of the door. "Come on up, dude. Where are your clothes and shit?" he asked as soon as he saw that Jack didn't have a bag with him.
Jack shrugged, "Never went home. Didn't see much point in it. I can just borrow some of your clothes, right?"
"Always, dude," Swifty answered. In the back of his mind a voice was telling him that now would be the perfect time to ask about Jack's living condition, but he ignored it. Why ruin the entire weekend? But if not now, when? But, then again, if something were wrong Jack would know to tell him, right?
"So I don't know about you," Jack began, unknowingly interrupting the argument going on in his friend's head. "But I'm in a crazy mood to play Super Smash Brothers. You still have it right? Haven't loaned it to anyone?"
"Just got it back a coupla days ago, actually," Swifty smiled before heading back upstairs. "You should count yourself lucky."
"Always," Jack grinned before following his friend up.
"Well, you might change your opinion after I beat you a few dozen tons," Swifty warned. "You better not have forgotten how much I kick ass at that game."
"Yeah, if by 'kick ass' you actually mean 'suck ass'," Jack snorted.
"Alright, that's it, Cowboy. I don't even think you realize how much I am going to own you by the end of this thing," Swifty replied with a superior tone.
"Open up, Davey!" Skittery shouted as he pounded on the door.
Itey leaned a shoulder against the side of the doorway. "You think he doesn't want to see us?" he asked in a pseudo-hurt voice.
"I'm sure all the screaming and banging is really starting to persuade him," Bumlets replied with sarcasm from where he was sitting on the railing.
"The neighbors keep glaring at us," Dutchy pointed out as he worriedly glanced around from his spot right next to Bumlets. "Could you please stop making so much noise?"
"Hey!" Itey shouted angrily, "Don't stifle my boyfriend's freedom to make as much noise as he god damn pleases! Isn't that covered in the Bill of Rights?"
Bumlets snorted, "I'm pretty sure they left that one out. …Unless you're talking about 'disturbing the peace', which is kind of the same only it attracts police officers."
"Come on Davey! Unlock the fucking door! You know you want to!" Skittery shouted, apparently ignoring the conversation going on around him.
"Can you please be quiet?" Dutchy hissed, looking around at all the people glaring at them. "Someone actually is going to call the cops pretty soon. Do you even realized how pissed my parents would be if that happened?"
"You need to lighten up, Dutch," Itey commanded, seemingly not caring about the threat of police as he watched Skittery continue to obnoxiously bang on the door. "If worse comes to worse we'll just out run them. You can hear police sirens from miles away; no worries."
"Didn't we call him?" Skittery burst out angrily, kicking the door, "Didn't we tell him that we'd be coming over?"
"Actually, I don't think we did," Itey answered, looking a little confused. "Come to think of it, I'm almost positive that we forgot that part. Do you think we should have called first?"
"He's probably not even home," Skittery shrugged, immediately indifferent as opposed to pissed as hell. "Huh. When do you think he'll get home?"
"Don't know," Itey shrugged. "But I'm all up for chilling out here until he does."
"Maybe he's grounded," Dutchy proposed. "Maybe he's home but he's not coming to the door because he's not allowed to and by being here we're getting him into even more trouble."
"Or, maybe, his parents are so pissed at him that they tied him up and are at this very moment torturing the life out of him in order to teach him that getting into fights is wrong," Skittery suggested, looking a little too dementedly happy with the prospect.
"Actually," Bumlets interrupted as he looked around in mild confusion, "I'm thinking this isn't his house. I might have got the address wrong. I'm pretty sure it's 1519, not 1915. Plus, this doesn't really look like what I remember his house looks like."
"Oh, shit," Skittery mumbled, looking a little thrown. "Well that's a little embarrassing."
"Okay," Itey spoke up, suddenly sounding very uncomfortable as he moved towards his car parked on the street. "How about we get the fuck out of here before people start coming at us with angry, fire-y pitchforks?"
"Good plan," Bumlets consented easily before swinging off the railing into the yard and walking as fast as he could towards the car.
"Oh god," Dutchy muttered before he quickly followed. "I don't have a fucking clue why I hang out with you guys."
"Oh! Shot gun!" Skittery called out happily before sprinting ahead and beating them all to the car.
"Oh! Oh! Fuck! That's good! Oh, fuck, that's good. Oh! Suck it, boy! You like that?"
"Shut the fuck up, man. Do you know how big of a distraction you are? Do you know how much I want to- Oh! God! Fucking- Fuck me."
Swifty laughed long and loud. "I'm sorry, who sucks ass? Because I'm pretty sure it's you!"
"Just because Link apparently can't fight worth shit doesn't make it my fault," Jack objected.
"Oh, man, that excuse is so lame I'm not even going to dispute it," Swifty replied happily. "Oh god, I love my fucking awesome video gaming skillz. 'Skillz' with a 'z', mind you, because those are the best kind."
"Keep it up and I will not hesitate to beat your ass," Jack growled. "How the fucking fuck could I have fucking lost fucking six times in a fucking row?"
"Maybe losing is where your talent lies," Swifty mused before sighing with happiness. "Oh, Kirby, I love your little pink ass."
"Does Kirby even have an ass?" Jack asked, suddenly not seeming to be angry at all.
Swifty shrugged, "He must. I mean, how else are people supposed to kiss it, right? Oh, and that way he eats people? …So totally cute. Seriously, I could just hug the fucking shit out of him. …You know…if he was ever made 3D and solid and ate someone right in front of me."
"Do you need to be alone with your little crush?" Jack asked, quite visibly more than a little weirded out. "Because I could do that for you. I could just leave the room and you can get done whatever it is you need to get done and we won't have to ever speak of this again."
Swifty rolled his eyes, "Okay, enough of being a sore loser. I know you're only making fun of the special relationship Kirby and I have because you're jealous you can't have the same thing with Link."
"Yeah, well, I don't know how I'm supposed to coop. I love the little archer but I turn around for just a second and someone else is playing with him," Jack replied, playing along. "What do you do when the love of your video gaming career is a man-whore? It tears me up inside, it really does."
"Poor Jack," Swifty sarcastically cooed, "I had no idea you and Link were having so many problems. Is there anything I can do? Would some free pizza make you feel better?"
Jack faked a sniffle, "Can there be pepperoni and mushrooms on it?"
"Pepperoni, mushrooms, extra cheese, and green peppers?" Swifty haggled.
"Order enough to keep until Sunday morning?"
"So we can sit around in our own filth eating pizza the entire weekend and worrying about nothing else?"
"So Monday morning we both have to wash our hair twice to get all the grease out of it, but we don't because that just takes way too much work?"
"I am so glad we're on the same wave length."
"Totally with you on that one."
"Are we sure this is his house this time?" Dutchy asked worriedly. "Why don't we just call him and make sure? What the hell is the problem with calling him to make sure it's fine if we come over?"
"Because," Itey answered as if Dutchy was an idiot, "By just showing up at his door the chance to hang out with him goes up a lot more, especially if he did get grounded. We'll give his parents pitiful looks and they won't be able to kick us out."
"Plus, it's more fun this way, what with the surprise and all," Skittery backed up.
Dutchy looked at Bumlets, hoping to get his agreement, but Bumlets just rolled his eyes with a grin, shrugged, and asked, "So is someone going to knock anytime soon?"
The door opened before anyone had a chance to.
"What are you idiots doing here?" Sarah snapped as soon as she saw them. "Hoping to get David into even more trouble?"
"No," Dutchy snapped right back, "We're actually over to console him."
"And congratulate him," Skittery added happily. "So where is our favorite genius?"
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Inside, in his room, busy being grounded. You losers can see him at school Monday. Now get out of here."
"You crush us with your hostility," Itey sarcastically pouted, "Where's the love?"
"So are the folks home?" Skittery asked. "Because if not there are some really fun things I can do with a light bulb and a screw diver that I'm sure you'll love. …Provided you consent and don't have a problem with nudity."
"Ew," Sarah replied, "Get the hell out of here, you pervert, and take your little friends with you."
"I thought the light bulb and screw driver was our thing, precious," Itey interrupted in mock hurt. "Why do you have to go and taint it by offering to do it to someone else?"
"Alright, that's enough," Sarah snapped, having no problem showing her disgust. "You can't see David, you can't see me, and you are certainly never allowed in this house. Bye now."
"You wound us," Skittery whined, quickly sticking his foot in the entryway to stop Sarah from slamming the door. "And not only with your words, but with your door too," he muttered mostly to himself, "I mean, seriously, ow. Would it kill you to slam things with a little less force?"
"You think you'd be a little bit nicer to the people who have been great friends to both you and your darling brother," Itey mused. "I mean, we've known you both since forever. I mean, we've been with you through all your ups and downs."
"Like, remember the time we were all staying up in that old warehouse for the night and we all played truth and dare?" Skittery reminisced.
"That night meant so much to me," Itey continued, "I've kept all the pictures, even after all this time."
Sarah narrowed her eyes. "Okay, I get it. …Blackmail, right? …Very nice guys. I thought I couldn't hate you anymore than I already did, but, surprise, you guys just proved me wrong."
"Ah, Sarah, again with the hurtful words," Skittery replied with fake hurt.
Sarah opened the door wider and stepped aside, "You just better be glad Mom and Dad aren't home. David's up in his room. Make your visit short and then get the hell outta here and stop bugging me. And, for the record, after today, if not every single one of those pictures of that night are destroyed I will make sure you aren't around long enough to tell anyone."
"Threatening," Skittery commented before stepping in.
"I'm kind of proud," Itey said, following Skittery in. "It makes me feel all warm inside knowing we taught our little Sarah how to scarily threaten someone."
"And it was," Dutchy congratulated, speaking up for the first time since Sarah opened the door. "Scary, I mean. Really, not only do I kind of believe you, I also have this great need to flee."
"Hey, Sarah," Bumlets greeted as he ended the line going in. "What's up?"
"My blood pressure," Sarah answered. "I can trust you to get rid of those pictures, right?"
"Yeah, I can get it done," Bumlets promised, staying with Sarah as the others went upstairs. "Might take a couple of days though."
"It's fine," Sarah assured, "Just make sure they don't get out, okay? God, my life would be over."
"Don't worry," Bumlets comforted, "I owe it to you anyway. Think of this as payback for all the dolls and make up I stole from you way back when. You make sure that never gets out and I'll make sure your secrets never get out."
Sarah gave a sigh of relief before rushing into a hug. "Out of all of them, you were always my favorite. You know that, right? God," she laughed, "It's really too bad you're gay; I could really fall for a guy like you."
Bumlets sighed for a very different reason as he returned the hug. He really wished people would stop jumping to conclusions about how much he liked the male gender. "Yeah, if only," he replied, deciding that it'd be easier to agree and go along with it rather than try to argue that he was straight.
"What? How can that be a bad thing? That's great man!" Skittery was busy declaring as Bumlets walked into the room.
"I got detention, Skitts," David pointed out, "I got detention for the first time since…ever. Not to mention the fact that my parents are incredibly angry about the entire thing and grounded me for a month. Wait…how did you get in here again?"
"So what'd your parents say?" Dutchy asked, trying to stop David from finding out his sister was being blackmailed. "I mean, what'd they think about the whole…I-punched-Specs-because-I'm-gay-and-he-can't-handle-it thing?"
"Um…they don't exactly know that's why we were fighting," David admitted. "I haven't really…uh… You see, my parents don't really completely know I'm gay. They're more into the thinking-their-son-is-straight thing."
"Have you told them or are they in denial?" Dutchy asked sympathetically.
"I'm afraid I'm not really gutsy enough to… I mean, I'm afraid of what they'll think," David confessed. "It kind of feels like I'm letting them down somehow…if that makes any sense."
"Completely," Dutchy assured with a smile.
"So, sorry for ruining the love scene going on between you two," Skittery interrupted, not sounding at all sorry, "but if your parents don't know what happened what'd you say the fight was about?"
"I didn't," David answered. "I kind of just sat quietly until they decided the fight had been about a girl."
Itey snorted. "More like it was about a boy, eh Bumlets?"
"So, have you guys talked to Specs? Is he okay? Because I never got a chance to apologize or anything and I can't go out but I really want to see him and apologize. Unfortunately with me being grounded and the weekend coming up I have to wait until Monday and I really don't think I can do that," Davd ranted.
Skittery shrugged, "Didn't see him, don't want to see him, and you'd be beyond stupid if you thought we would."
"I will," Dutchy spoke up. "I'll go over and see him tomorrow, check to see how he's doing, make sure he knows you're sorry…you know, the works."
"I'm disgusted with you and your existence," Itey snapped before sadly shaking his head.
David frowned at Itey.
"Well, it's not like I'm going to stop him from going or anything," Itey said defensively.
Skittery swung his arm onto Itey's shoulders, "We have the Nutcracker to attend anyway. We're getting all cultured and shit with opera."
"Isn't it ballet?" Itey asked. "Is it really an opera? Because I don't think I could stand an opera. I hate it when fat chicks sing and break glass."
"Huh," Skittery replied. "Can they really break glass? Because that's kind of cool."
"Yeah," Itey agreed reluctantly, "It kind of is, but wouldn't it suck if glass broke and flew into your eye?"
"Ow," Skittery said, "More importantly, what if that happened to Blink? The poor little Cyclops would be blind."
"Exactly what I'm saying. So we're agreed? No operas?"
"I was kind of looking forward to watching people get their nuts cracked though."
Bumlets rolled his eyes. "It's a ballet, not an opera."
"Told you!"
"Hey," Dutchy whispered over to Bumlets while Itey and Skittery were arguing over who told whom what and David was trying to referee the whole thing. "What if…um…when I went over to Specs' you came with me?"
Bumlets shrugged, "Yeah, that'll be fine, I guess. I don't have anything else better to do anyway. I can break his jaw if he annoys me too much, though, right? Because if I can't do that I'm not sure I could bear to be around him."
"Bum, please, this is serious," Dutchy pleaded quietly.
"More serious than the fact that David asked us to check on him?" Bumlets questioned, knowing the answer would be 'yes' but not knowing why.
"Well, yes, I guess so," Dutchy answered. "I mean, it's more serious for me anyway. So please? Will you come and not punch anyone in the face?"
"Yeah, okay," Bumlets agreed, "but I'm not going to hesitate to threaten him if he gets on my nerves."
"Yeah, no, that's fine. I mean, feel free," Dutchy replied before leaning in farther and using an even quieter voice. "Uh, when we go? …Over to Dutchy's, I mean. Will you pretend like we're together so he'll get jealous and admit his undying love for me?"
"What? Hell no," Bumlets hissed back. "Why does it seem like I'm the token gay boy in our group when in fact I'm the only one who's straight? Why don't you ask Skittery or Itey or, hell, try David, I don't care. I'm not doing it."
"Bumlets, please?" Dutchy whined. "This is really important! I really like Specs and I know he likes me to, but he's just… We're meant to be together, you know? I can feel it."
"You feel that way about everyone," Bumlets quietly snapped back, "If you just wait it out for awhile in two weeks time you'll like someone else."
"No, I won't!" Dutchy insisted. "Please do this for me, Bum. I promise to love you forever and ever and do whatever you want whenever you want and…and… You have no idea what this would mean to me."
"Oh, God, stop!" Itey's shout interrupted them. "No more tickling! I give! I give! You win! You're right! You're king and master of everything!"
Skittery beamed and pumped his fist into the air. "Sweet. Now, do as your master commands and take me somewhere to have sex with me."
"Sir, yes sir," Itey agreed before getting up and walking towards the door. He turned back around to Dutchy and Bumlets, "You guys want a ride back home? Because I'm thinking after Skittery and I find ourselves alone together I'm going to be too sore to drive for awhile."
"Ride, yes," Dutchy replied as he got up as well. "But, please, for the love of all that is good and trippy, do not, ever, tell me if you are or will be sore because of Skittery, okay?"
"See you on Monday," Bumlets said to David with a friendly smile before starting to follow the others out. "Tell me as soon as your grounding's over, okay? We'll hang out or some shit like that," he ordered over his shoulder.
A/N:
Sorry, it's pretty short compared to my last chapter and it's mostly just a filler, but a chapter's a chapter, right? Next chapter's going to be pretty intense though. Don't know exactly when I'll get it up (it's 4000 words and no where close to being done), but I am working on it.
Also, out of the fifty-some hits I got for my last chapter only two people reviewed. I almost cried and that was extremely embarrassing for me. Please review guys, you have no idea how happy it makes me when you do.
Until next time (which is hopefully sometime soon),
-Please Don't Hold Back