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These are pretty easy...

1) Pie swallowed. "I'm a safe, responsible and fun driver," he said, sounding like a robot. Apparently he was going to be shy even around my sister.

I snickered, though. Fun was the only true part of that statement. Pie Eater liked to say "Look! I'm in Britain!" then switch to the left side of the road, then "Oops! Now it's America again!" and go back to the right side.

But of course, I loved him for it.

We

. We loved him for it.

Heh.

2) I watched Race flip through the pages effortlessly. His intense eyes scanned the page he came upon... Intense? NO! Shut up! Intense isn’t always a good thing! Intensely ugly is what I’m getting at! They’re a poop-colored brown!

Ha, ha! ...Poop...

3) "So, are you coming or not?" Spot asked impatiently, twirling part of his maroon feather boa.

.... feather boa?

I decided to take the time to study Spot’s outfit.

He was wearing a pair of tight, black shorts. They were so tiny, they rivaled those of Mush and Davey, which I didn’t think was possible. His shirt was tight and ended quite a few inches above where it should have ended, not to mention the fact that it was silver. And let’s not forget the glitter. Then, to top it all off, was the aforementioned maroon feather boa.

"... how the hell did you manage to sneak that in here?" Spot cocked his head to the side.

"What do you mean?" He blinked, then grinned in realization. "Ooooh, you mean this thing? Secret compartment in my suitcase." He twirled around. "Ain’t I sex-ay?"

4) "Alright, so who killed Skittery?" said Snitch, leaning over from the seat in front of mine.

"Me!" said Itey.

"I'm not surprised, somehow," Snitch answered bleakly.

"Someone needs a hug from Mr. Freddy!" said Itey happily.

"No, Itey, get that thing away from-"

"Come on, you KNOW you want a hug!"

"NO, Itey!"

"Yes you do! You want a big, FUZZY hug from Mr. Freddy!!!"

"Ack, don't touch me with that thing, it smells weird- ITEY! I'M GONNA-"

I took my hands off my face. "You know, people generally don't appreciate it when other passengers yell at teddy bears," I informed them.

5) (Spot is fast asleep, mouth open and snoring)

Mush: Dat’s getting’ annoyin’ can’t we jist plug ‘is nose?

Race: nah! Then he’d start snorin’ through ‘is mouth.

Mush: could we plug ‘is mouth too?

Ramble: No sweetie, that’s what they call murder.

6) "We're not allowed to clean things sir," David spoke up. The teacher raised an eyebrow and stared at him.

"Pardon?"

"We're not allowed to clean things, sir," David repeated. "Because we weren't raised to clean things; our parents get mad if you fix other teachings into our brains sir."

"What's your name?"

"David Jacobs, sir."

The teacher grabbed for his attendance list, and then looked through their marking files. "You have a 98% in Chem."

"I do, sir."

"And Ms. Mullins said you're 'reliable, dependable and responsible.'"

"Thank you, sir."

"So that means...you're serious."

"Of course, sir."

7) "Come on, Skitts. Favorite moment of junior year," Blink said, grinning, as he wrapped his arm around the waist of his girl of the week.

"I’d have to say..." I thought carefully. There were so many of them. Finally, I looked back up with a grin. "I’d have to say when Spot hijacked that assembly."

Everyone roared with laughter.

"Shit, how could we forget that?!" Race yelled, grinning wildly. Specs jumped to his feet, plastered a solemn facade on his face, and pretended to grab an imaginary microphone.

"’I’d just like to take this time to announce to the world that I’m gay. Fuck all of you,’" he quoted before mooning us all. Bumlets fell to the ground, moaning about how his eyes were bleeding.

"How long did that little stunt get you, Spot?" Mush called. Spot didn’t bother to take his tongue out of Jack’s mouth; he just flicked us all off.

8) "Ever kissed a boy before, Conlon?" I blurted without thinking. I mentally slapped my forehead, busying myself by unbuttoning my shirt to hide the blush I could feel creeping up my cheeks. God, my fingers were fumbling on the buttons.

"Prefer it that way," He said. I looked up from underneath my eyelashes and he flashed me a devilish smile that made my breath catch. God, I hadn’t expected that answer. He laughed as I continued to fumble with my buttons and walked over, standing in front of me in all his shirtless glory, "Shirt’s giving you trouble? Let me help."

I closed my eyes as his finger ran down my chest, sending chills up my spine. He laughed again and brought his finger back up to the first button.

9) Specs squeezed his eyes shut tightly at the sound of the variation on his nickname he thought he stamped out. "Heya, Dutchy…how have you been?"

Dutchy shrugged. "Oh, you know…trying out new things, making a living doing this or doing that, seeing the world, being gay, cruising cities, the usual."

Specs blinked, then laughed. "Just as tactful as ever, I see." He shook his head. "You’ve still got the same way of breaking serious news to someone—dump it in between a bunch of casual stuff and hope they just nod and don’t notice."

10) "What's his name again?" I asked.

"It says Isaac on his name tag, but everyone calls him Skittery."

"Just like it says faggot on your name tag, but everyone calls you lesbo?"

11) He ignored me. "And who’s going to sit shotgun beside me in my new… Mustang… convertible…"

"Boots?" I suggested halfheartedly. He knows I love riding in that convertible.

I could practically hear him shaking his head. "You know Boots’ mom, she won’t let him ride anywhere but in the backseat with his seatbelt on and pool floaties on his arms, just in case I drive off a cliff."

The disdainful note in his voice made me stiffen as I pulled my own pool floaties out of my suitcase, laying them on the bed beside my earplugs and bug spray.

12) "Okay." Kloppman started. "Let me get this straight... Spot Conlon and Oscar Delancey were sucked into a book. You don’t know what they’re doing. If they’re alright, or even alive... And all the newsies are coming back early from selling to help you straighten this all out?"

"Yes sir." Morris and Dutchy murmured in unison.

"Okay." Kloppman shrugged simply. "Don’t have the girls go in their room just yet. I recently finished cleaning the floor, and I don’t want them to get it messy."

13) "I mean, I can't die. God wouldn't let me die a virgin."

There was a long silence. And just at the moment I started laughing, he started yelling, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

But shutting up was not exactly my plan at that moment. "You're a virgin?" I manage between guffaws. Now, for the sake of honesty, I'll admit that I was also a virgin, but I wasn't going to go announcing that fact, even if my life was in danger. And I certainly wasn't going to admit that to Spot, of all people.

"Screw you," Spot snarled at me.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't want to be the one to..." I may actually have giggled, trying to find the right euphemism. "...Pop your cherry," I finally finished.

14) "Aw, poor Snitchy. You need someone to make out with, too."

Sure as hell do. You offering?

Pssh! Yeah right. What are you on? I’d never say that.

"Sure as hell do. You offering?"

...shut up.

15) "Sure." I looked down at the jar I was still holding loosely at my side. "Want a pickle?"

"Y'know, they say there are two kinds of people in this world," he said. (Those with loaded guns, and those who dig.) "Those who like sour pickles, and those who like sweet ones."

"And which kind are you?"

He grinned. "I'm a mutant; I like both."

"Surely not!" I gasped. "Well, would you like one?"

"Why not." He reached into the jar and pulled out a pickle. I pretended not to be turned on as the juice dripped gently down his fingers. "I hope you know that if you're poisoning me, my company's gonna sue," he said as he took a bite.

16) "Blink, I fed the fish!"

"Great, thanks! How much did you give them?"

"... how much what?"

"How much fish food?"

"... there's actual fish food?"

"Did you just totally take a trip into La La Land when Jack was telling us what to do?"

"Jack told us what to do?"

"I am so never house-sitting with you again."

"We're house-sitting?!"

"Very funny. What did you feed the fish, Mush?"

"Um... I made them a cheese sandwich."

"... I'd laugh, but I can see the fish tank and there actually is a sandwich floating in there. So, instead, I think I'll find a nice, hard desk to bang my head against."

17) Race snapped the tie in the air, smirking as Blink paled.

"I won't whip you, stupid."

Blink's relief showed in the mirror's face, though his eyebrows raised when Race started to fidget behind him.

 "I'm going to tie your hands together," Race continued, grabbing Blink's wrists and tying them tight behind his back; only the long fingers were mobile.

18) "Shut up."

"Awwww, is the poor widdle baby—"

"Shut up."

"Those were your first words, weren't they?" David asked.

Race smiled a little bit and Mark, who had been trying to take a drink of water began to laugh and slightly choke. He coughed and took a drink and said, "Actually, his first word was, 'stop!'"

19) A warmth covers my hand. I look down and realize his fingers are on toppa mine. Just like dat. His skin's all calloused and rough, but it feels nicer than silk, if I knew what silk felt like. I look up at him, and he's starin' at me, with his nicotine, muddy well eyes. "Yer problem is that yer so desperate about findin' love…" He pauses, and his eyes bore into mine. I can feel my heart stop. "You don't even notice when love finds you."

Who's breathing so loudly? It can't be me. My throat's full of cotton. And he looks just as natural and unruffled as he always does. 'Cept for his eyes. His eyes are burning chocolate brown, and it suddenly hits me. All this time I've been trying to see past all the mud and dirt and crap, trying to see his feelings. But really, there's good stuff in there too. Stuff he's seen that would make anybody's heart swell up with joy and wonder and the pure happiness of bein' alive. And as soon as you can see that, you can practically read his soul like a headline.

And I can't believe what I'm reading.

20) "They tend not to use mine, because I get mad when they do. I prefer just being David, but if you must know, they call me the Walking Mouth because.... erm... well..."

"Because you talk a lot?"

"Nah, because he gives good head."

"Shut up, Snitch!"

*~*~*~*

Quote of the day (sorta):

Me: Liz is here to see the show.

Laura: Why? Matt isn't in it.

Comments

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YAY MEME STUFF.

1) OUTKASTS! *mad fangirl-age!*
3) Tee-hee. BIAP by moi.
5) I'm not exactly sure, but since it's in script format and involves Ramble, I'm gonna say "The Left Shoe Show." That's the one with the song about the watermelon and the seeds falling out and yelling "YOU ATE MY MAMA," right?
6) One of my FAVORITE parts of EYDW EVER. "And you have to yell OLLY OLLY JANITOOOOR!"
7) XD "Hands Down" by me
8) "PREFER IT THAT WAY" BY KELLYANNE AND ONE OF THE FEW SPRACE FICS THAT I FANGIRL
9) Is that Stage's Christmas fic?
10) Mwaha, "Life, Love, and Lesbians" by teh Lutelles
11) "Anything But That" by Mondizzle
12) Sapphy's island story whose name I can't spell. ^_^
16) ^__^ "Adventures in House-Sitting" by meeeee!
17) "FIVE DAYS" BY LUTE PR0N-AGE YAY!
20) XDDD Standing Ovation lyk wo!!!11!1

See you tonight, honeybear!

-Da Sita-