The girls walked back into the other room. "So, did you guys decide what we’re doin’?" Blink asked, noticing them. "Yes. Marissa tell them," Katie commanded. "Umm…we’ve decided that," she paused, not wanting to go through with it. Then, getting a look from Katie continued. "That you guys are going to have to dance along with the movie for us so that we can actually see you dance in real life." The boys all immediately protested. "I am NOT gunna dance!" "Spot Conlon does NOT dance!" "No fucking way I’m going to look like that big of a dumb ass!" "Fine…plan B…calling Kerry," Molly decided, walking towards the phone. "NOOOOOO!" Blink yelled, running across the room and standing between her and the phone. "I can’t let ya do it Molly. Step away from the phone area!" Molly looked at him oddly. "Umm…Blink…I have more phones…" "Ya cant do dis ta us!" Mush protested. "Damnit, Jack, Davie, Spot control yer goilfriends," Racetrack commanded. "Racetrack…how do you think that is going to help?" Molly asked. "Don’t make me tell them what all happened last night. I’m doubting Spot would be very happy…" Spot, forgetting the crisis at hand, asked, "What happened last night?" "Well…lets just say…Katie…Race…" She let her sentence trail off and Spot’s imagination take over. Evidently he didn’t have a very good imagination because he stormed over and punched Racetrack in the face. "Umm…Spot…I was KIDDING! GAWD!" Molly yelled. "You seriously are one scary, scary person Spot. And not in the intimidating way either in the "Hey, you are a complete psycho" kinda way!" "Umm…Molly…I was KIDDING! GAWD" Spot mocked, smirking. Racetrack brought his hands away from his face, and surprisingly he was unscathed. "Thank you, thank you," he said, bowing. "What the…" Katie started. "You goils think ya got all da powah," Spot said, laughing. "You boys…you’re evil! Gawd…" Molly said. "That’s it! I’m angry," she decided, and sat down and pouted. "Me too!" Marissa said, sitting down also. "Eh, what the hell. Me too!" Katie joined, sitting by them. "Ya don’t think we’se actually gunna believe dat yer mad do ya?" Spot asked. "Whether or not she’s mad careful…Molly slaps hard," Jack warned. Molly smiled, despite her supposed anger. "Damn straight I do," she said, glaring at Spot. "Am I supposed ta be scared?" he asked. "Uhh…yeah ya are! I’m scary and intimidating! Ask the freshmen!!" Molly claimed. "Okay…moving on…" Katie said. "We want you to dance," she told all the boys. "We don’t dance!" Racetrack told her. "Nu uh! You can tap dance! Don’t lie!!" Marissa said. "Maybe dat boy in da movie could but none a us can," Racetrack informed her. "…Actually…I dance," Davie said, looking a little embarrassed. "What? Nu uh! You can’t dance!!" Molly protested. "It’s in the interview thing! That’s why you are a crazy bunny!" "My mama taught me how ta dance…" he said. "Whoa…alternate universe going on," Katie said. "Davie can dance and the others cant!" "Well, how much talent could it possibly take to do a pelvic thrust?" Molly asked her. "Let’s just make them do the "We need a good assassination" part…over and over and over!" Katie planned. "YES! Okay good plan!" Molly said. "C’mon boys lets go upstairs so you can dance!" "Are you not hearing us say no?" Spot asked. "Hey, you aren’t my problem, you are Katie’s problem," Molly told him, walking by. Katie rolled her eyes before Spot turned to her. "Look, Spot, it would reaaaalllyyyy mean a lot to me if you would do this for us!" "Katie, don’t even think ‘bout it. Yer not gunna talk me inta dis," Spot stated. "Well, I know five people that have to do it," Molly decided. "Race, Mush, Blink, Jack and Davie. WE showed you our dances." "Hey dat ain’t faih! We didn’t know dat ya were gunna make us do dis," Blink protested. "But…but…all we want is ONE small little dance," Marissa said, starting to pout and her eyes widening. "Is that sooo much to ask?" "I’ll do it," Davie volunteered. "See, Davie’s secure enough with his manliness to dance," Molly said. "It’s awfully sad when Davie is more secure than the rest of you. You should all be ashamed." Molly looked at Jack. "You will do it right?" "Uhh…don’t take dis da wrong way but…helllll no," he told her. "But…but…you have to. Sorry, you get no option," Molly decided, trying a new tactic. "No…Molly…don’t make me do dis," Jack protested. Katie, seeing that Jack had started to bend a little, decided to try the same on Spot. "Spot Conlon you get your ass upstairs and do the damn dance or else there will be hell to pay," she said, her blue eyes flashing. Spot looked shocked for a minute. "Fine, fine! I’ll do da fuckin’ dance! But only once!" he said, looking cautiously at Katie. "Are ya happy now?" Katie, looking very smug, said, "Yup!" She grabbed his hand and started to pull him upstairs. "Okay, if Spot and Jack are doing it then the rest of you are!" Molly said. "Right, Squi…EWWWW" She glanced over and Marissa and Davie were already making out again. "Gawd go get a room!" "Okay!" Marissa agreed. "But after the dancing…" "EWWW! You sound serious!" Molly exclaimed. "That’s because I am serious…" Marissa told her. "EWWW!! STOP IT!!" Molly demanded. She glared at Marissa before running up the stairs, still shuddering involuntarily. Damn it! Why the hell couldn’t I have left him in the stupid bathroom! Upstairs, Katie was already cueing the tape. "Okay, now I’ll show you all the small clip and then you can all get in a line and try it together annnd then you get to do it separate!" Katie instructed. She started the tape and it played "We need a good assassination…we nee" before she stopped it. Okay, did everyone see that? Now you all try it!" None of them did anything. "I MEAN NOW!" she yelled glaring. She started the tape again, and the newsies all did a half-assed attempt at a pelvic thrust. "Okay…wow…see Katie! Aren’t you glad you didn’t sleep with Spot? If he can’t do a pelvic thrust…well I’m doubting he would be very good in bed," Molly said, smirking at Spot. "Damn it start the damn tape again," Spot said, glaring at Molly. Molly smiled happily at her small plan working out. Katie pressed play and the newsies did a much more enthusiastic pelvic thrust. The girls all cheered loudly for them, the infamous pelvic thrust being much better in real life then in the movie (if you can believe that!) "YAY! Okay, now line up!" Katie demanded. "Let’s see…First can go Spot, then Racetrack, then Davie, since we have never gotten to see you guys do pelvic thrusts other than today because you don’t do them in the movie. Okay…theen Mush, Jack, Blink, and lastly Itey. HURRY UP! MOVE!" Molly and Marissa sat laughing at how fast the boys moved when Katie said to. Katie joined them when everyone was in line and started the tape for Spot. Spot did surprisingly well at the pelvic thrust. When he was done, he moved to go sit down. Katie stopped him saying, "What do you think you are doing?" "Uhh…sittin’ down? Thought dat was obvious…" Spot said. "No…Spot..will you pleaaaaase do it again? Pretty please?" Katie asked, looking hopeful. Spot looked like he was about to refuse when he turned around and stood in a ready position for when Katie pressed play on the movie. "YAY!!" Katie said, pressing play. Spot did his dance once more and then tried to sit down. Katie, however, was still not satisfied and asked him to do it again. By the time Katie was done with him he had done it a couple dozen times and the only reason she had stopped was because he was beginning to look tired and out of breath. The rest of the line continued without interruption. Hours later they were finished playing around with the movie and searching for something else to do. "Wait! We can show them their cult!!" Molly said. "NML! OMG! YAY!" Marissa said, a little excited. The guys looked dat them oddly but followed them into the computer room, interested to see what kind of cult they possessed. Molly turned on the computer saying, "We should get pictures of them! And then we could send them out…not that anyone would believe it was them…but that doesn’t matter!" The computer screen flicked on and the time altering picture popped up. "Oh my God! I forgot about that!" Molly said, not knowing what to expect. After a few moments she breathed easier, realizing that nothing had happened. "That’s a relief," she said, looking behind her. Boy was she not prepared for what she saw. "OH MY GOD" she yelled when she saw Spot, Davie and Jack going at it on the floor. (HAHA jk jk jk! here’s the real next part) Molly looked past the group to discover that an Irving Hall scene in the 1900’s replaced her hall. "Holy fuck! What the hell is going on?" she asked. "Hey its da party!" Itey said running across the door way. Then, realizing that he had forgotten his suspenders at Molly’s house, he tried to run back to get them. He found, a little late, that he couldn’t return and hit his head on the now solid passageway. "NOO WHAT WILL I CHEW ON?!" he asked, falling to his knees in despair. "Itey, relax, I’ll get dem fer ya," Blink said, grabbing the suspenders and handing them to Itey. Itey grabbed them and began munching on them happily. Blink had a little trouble retrieving his hand though. He found that the porthole had closed in around his hand and he couldn’t pull it back. "Well den…I guess I’se goin’ too," Blink said, waving with his other hand and stepping beside Itey. "Wow…well I guess dis is it," Racetrack said, looking towards Irving Hall and then back towards Molly, Marissa and Katie. "So…umm…dis has been fun…" he said, unsure how to say goodbye. "Yeah, it has," Molly said, stepping forward and giving him a hug. "If your ever in the neighborhood again, stop by, all right?" she joked. "I wouldn’t think a stayin’ any place but heah," he assured her. "A course I’ll burn yer makeup foist…" Molly hit him playfully. "Ya know ya liked it," she told him. "Yeah…about as much as Davie likes blue," he told her. "DON’T SAY BLUE!!" Davie said on cue. "See, dat much," Race said smirking. Marissa stepped forward and hugged him. "Don’t you pick on Davie too much," she told him. "Wouldn’t dream a it," he told her, with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Then he looked expectantly at Katie. "C’mere you," he told her. "I ain’t leavin’ till I get a "Racey sandwich" he said, in a high, nasal voice, imitating Kerry. Katie laughed and gave him a hug. "I’m going to miss you, Race," she told him. Mush went around giving all the girls hugs and saying his good-byes. Then both Mush and Racetrack stepped through the door to give the others a chance to say their good-byes. ~~~~~*******~~~~~ ----Katie and Spot-----(All the good-byes go on simultaneously and all…but I’m just going to write them separate…just because that’s easier and makes more sense!!) "Soo…" Katie said, looking at Spot. "I guess this is goodbye…" "Yeah, I guess so," he said, his blue eyes clouded over with sadness. "Look…I jest want ta tell ya dat I wouldn’t trade dis time in fer nothin’….even if I didn’t get laid an’ even doh ya did make me dance." Katie gave him a weak smile. "I’m gunna miss ya," she told him, looking down at the floor. "I’ll miss you, too," he told her, stepping forward. He put a hand under her chin and gently pushed it upwards so her tear-filled blue eyes would meet his. "I won’t nevah ferget ya, Katie," he told her looking deep into her eyes. "I…I wont ever forget you either," she told him, her voice cracking a little. Even though she had only known him for a short amount of time they had become very close and she couldn’t imagine never seeing him again in her life. Spot leaned in and kissed her softly. "If yer evah in Brooklyn make shoah ya stop by," he told her. "You can count on it," she told him. (aww…sad…don’t worry it gets happier…later…) ~~~~~~~******~~~~~~~ -----Marissa and Davie---- "Well…umm…I guess I’m going home now," Davie said. "Yeah…I guess so…" Marissa said, unsure of what she was supposed to say. "So…yeah…I’ll miss you," he told her. ""I’ll miss you, too," she told him. "Umm…yeah…so…" Davie said, uncomfortable. "Damn it Davie!" she exclaimed, frustrated, before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him. After a few moments they pulled away from each other. "That is so you’ll never forget me," Marissa told him. "I could never forget you…you are the first person that has been nice to me," he told her. (LOL SORRY…I’ll try that again!)) "I’ll never forget ya, Marissa. I promise," he told her, gently running his fingers through her red hair. "Your not going to forget me, are you?" he asked. "Never, ever," she promised. "Okay, then…I guess this is it," he said. "Yeah, bye Davie…" Marissa said. "Wait, one more goodbye kiss," he said pushing against her. (*rolls eyes* horny davie…) ~~~~~********~~~~~ -----Jack and Molly---- "Well, goodbye," Molly told Jack. "Dat’s it?" Jack asked. "What did you expect? I’m not one for long, mushy good-byes. Besides…how long have we known each other? Not very long…" she said. "Fine, if dat’s all I mean ta ya," Jack said sounding a little hurt. "Now who’s being a typical girl?" Molly asked, smirking. "Hey, dat hoits," Jack said smiling. "Seriously, doh, I’se really gunna miss ya," he told her. "I jest wish dat we didn’t have ta say goodbye." "Then let’s just not…Well…you don’t have to say it at least…I already did. I’ve never liked that word anyways," Molly told him. Molly gave him a quick hug. "See ya later," she told him. (see now who is the bad girl of the group, huh?! Katie and Marissa all kissing and making out and me just hugging…I feel very clean!) Jack rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Now I really am complainin’. I thought we made it past huggin’," he told her. "Well, what did ya have in mind?" Molly asked, giving him an innocent look. "I dunno…somethin’ moah like dis," he told her, pulling her closer and kissing her. (damnit…not so clean…oh well…) "I could deal wid dat," Molly decided. "Now ya bettah get goin’ befoah I jump ya an’ don’t let ya go," she warned him. "I guess der ain’t no way dat I could talk ya inta comin’ wid me," he said, looking at her hopefully. "I don’t think so…but thanks fer da offer," she told him. "See ya." "Yeah, see ya," he echoed moving towards the doorway. ~~~~~*********~~~~ Everyone else said their less emotional good-byes and they all hugged (yes even Molly and Davie surprising as that may be.) The guys all took deep breaths and stepped across the doorway. None of them looked back, attempting to remain strong. All three girls were in tears by now. They hadn’t been friends long, but none the less they were all friends. ~~~~~******~~~~~ "So how the hell are we supposed to get on with normal life after that?" Molly asked, collapsing on a chair. "I don’t know…Gawd think about when I get home. What the hell am I supposed to tell my parents about the guys that he saw here!?" Katie asked. "Hey, my life is the most screwed up of all. I lost my boyfriend for a guy from a century ago," Marissa pointed out. "Umm…is that porthole thingy ever going to close?" Molly asked. "Look, we can still see into Irving Hall!" Marissa laughed. "We could sell tickets to your house to people on the NML!" "Oh yeah…my parents wouldn’t wonder what the hell was going on," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "Wait…actually…they probably wouldn’t! WOO HOO I’m going to be rich!!" she decided. "I kinda already miss them," Katie told them. "Hey…me too," Molly revealed. "It’s just…well…I dunno it was fun with them here. I even miss Davie…gawd someone slap me please!" Marissa eagerly complied. "Damnit Squibby I was joking! That actually hurt!" Molly told her. "Oh…ooops…sorry," Marissa said, not looking sorry at all. The girls sat in the room, not really knowing what to do and not being able to escape since the port hole still replaced the doorway. Molly finally stood up. "That is it! I’m sick of this!" "What? Are you going through the window?" Katie asked. "Umm…no…see that doorway? Yeah that’s where I’m going," she said, pointing at the porthole. "What? You can’t just leave!" Marissa protested. "You have family and friends and…and…you can’t just leave that’s crazy!!" "Yeah, well sanity was never fun anyways," Molly decided. "Look, I’m sorry but 1899 sounds a lot more fun than 2002." "But…what the hell would you do in 1899?" Katie asked. "I dunno…be a newsie? That could be fun…" Molly suggested. "Well…but…you can’t just leave us here! And your parents are going to come home and…" Marissa protested. "Why don’t you guys come?" Molly asked. "C’mooon it will be fun!" "Your fucking crazy," Marissa told her. "You say that like it’s a bad thing!" Molly joked. "It WOULD be fun! Don’t tell me you don’t want to see Davie again." "But…I have…I CANT!" Marissa said. "What about you Katie?" Molly asked. "We both know that if you decided to come than Marissa would." (HAHA BECAUSE MARISSA IS DAVIE!!…oh…damnit wait…shes Daot…well then she could come because it’s a democracy annnd its 2 to 1! HA) "Well…I don’t know…besides…I just…" Katie said a little flustered at the idea. "You want to see Spot again and you know it!" Molly finished for her. "Yeah…but it wouldn’t matter anyways since he has a girl friend," Katie pointed out. "What the hell does that matter? The way he was looking at you I really don’t think that he cares about his girlfriend," she told her. "Look, I’m going now before it’s too late. Are you guys coming?" "This is crazy…but yeah…I’m in," Katie decided. "What’s life if you don’t jump into portholes?" "Nice point," Molly commended. "So, Marissa, it’s now or never," she told her. Marissa seemed to waver. "Eh, what the hell," she finally decided. "I need a little excitement in my life anyways." Molly raised her eye brows. "What you mean is you need a little bunny loving," she corrected. Marissa glared and then smiled. "Yeah, pretty much. So…are we going?" "Okay, lets all go at once," Katie suggested. "Umm…it’s only one doorway though…" Molly pointed out. "Fine, fine, let’s at least hold hands," Katie decided. "All right, can I go first?" Molly asked. "Yeah, go," Marissa said. "Here goes nothing," Molly said grabbing Marissa’s hand and stepping across the doorway. ~~~~~~*************~~~~~~~ Molly looked down to find her clothes had changed. Her modern day jeans and t-shirt had been traded in for baggy black pants, black undershirt and a red men’s over shirt. "Holy shit," she muttered. She looked around and found that Marissa and Katie’s clothes had changed too. The girls noticed that everything was just as it was in the movies (minus the exit signs). Medda was on the stage singing and the boys were lounging around with their dates, partying. "This is some fucked up shit," Molly said. "You can say that again," Marissa said. "Let’s go find people we know," Katie suggested, noticing they were getting a weird look from a boy a couple yards away. "Good idea…" Molly agreed, moving around in the crowd looking for one of the boys that had previously been at her house. "There’s Jack over there," Marissa pointed out. "Thank God we found someone," Molly said, walking over to Jack. She overheard Jack telling a couple boys about his ‘crazy dream’. She laughed to herself. Boy is he in fer a surprise, she thought. She ran over and put her hand over his eyes. "Guess who!" she said "Uhh…Kim…dat you?" he asked, confused. "Umm…who da hell is Kim?" Molly asked. "Oh…I’m sorry Jess…Kim’s me uh…cousin," Jack told her. "Umm…and Jess would be, who?" she asked, wondering how many names he would go through. Jack paused for a minute. "Is dat you Amanda?" he asked. "Umm…ya shoah are good at bein’ wrong," Molly told him. "Okay, I don’t think I’m goin’ ta win dis game," Jack said grabbing her hands and turning around to face her. His jaw dropped when he saw her. "M…M…Molly is that you?" he asked. Molly giggled. "You stuttah like me English teachah," she told him. "But…I thought dat ya weren’t comin’ an…" Jack started. "Not glad to see me?" Molly asked, pouting a little. "A course I’m glad ta see ya!" Jack said, pulling her into a hug. Molly rose an eyebrow at him. "I thought we had gotten past huggin’?" she said, giving him a small kiss. "But…what…are ya stayin’?" he asked. "Well, I guess so…bein’ dat da porthole thingy closed," she said. "Squibby an’ Jibajabba came too!" "…Umm…why are ya talkin’ like yer from New Yawk?" Jack asked. "Am I? I didn’t even notice," she said, laughing. "Anyways…yeah…sooo I was hopin’ dat ya could hook me up wid someplace ta stay or somethin’," she said. "Well, I would…but…I mean…I can’t jest…" Jack said. "You can’t what?" Molly asked. "Well, technically we ain’t allowed ta have goils at da house," he told her. "Oh…so where would you suggest I stay?" she asked. "Ya all can stay wid me," Spot said, walking up. He had thought he saw Molly from across the room and walked over to see if it was true. "Really? But why could we stay at Brooklyn an’ not Manhattan?" she asked. "Well, in Brooklyn what I say goes. An’ if I say dat ya can stay der den ya can stay der," he told her. "I see…umm…Spot what ‘bout yer goilfriend?" Molly asked him. "Why would dat mattah? Ya ain’t thinkin’ a tryin’ anythin’ are ya?" he asked, smirking. "Umm…hellll no…Jibajabba would kill me!" Molly told him, "Jibajabba? Katie? Katie’s here?" he asked, looking excited and worried at the same time. "Yeah…she is…right ovah der," she said, pointing to Katie’s position. Spot looked over and saw her. "I can’t believe it.." he said. "Well ya bettah believe it. Now what are we gunna do?" Molly asked. "I dunno…we’ll figuah somethin’ out," he told her before walking over to Katie and hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Soo..I suppose we should tell Davie that Squib is heah," Molly told Jack. "I think dat he already knows," he said, pointing at Davie and Marissa in the corner. "Jesus Christ don’t dey evah take a break?" Molly asked. "I’m beginnin’ ta think dat Davie’s got a problem…" Jack stated. "Yeah dat problem wheah his hormones go crazy when he sees Squib," Molly joked. "So, who do yer hormones go crazy fer?" he asked, leadingly. "Davie," she said, without pausing. "I jest am lettin’ Squib have her fun fer awhile." Jack looked at her like she was crazy. "Ya like Davie?" he asked, confused. "I’m joking Jack! Yer da only boy I want ta jump," she told him. "Okay…dats good," he stated. "Eeeven doh ya don’t want me ta stay wid ya an’ Spot, who I fight wid moah den anythin’ offahed ta let me stay in Brooklyn. An’ even doh ya nevah told me ‘bout Jess an’ Amanda an’ Kim," she said. "Look it ain’t me fault ‘bout da stayin’ thing. I don’t got dat much pull in Manhattan," he told her. "What? Yer like der leadah or whatevah," she said. "Nah, I jest led da strike. We don’t got a leadah heah," he told her. "Dat’s fine. I’ll have moah fun wid Spot anyways," Molly said, grinning evilly. "All dat fightin’ gets a girl real wound up…" she told him. "Yer jest tryin’ ta get ta me aren’t ya?" he said. "An’ den, ders all dose nice lookin’ boys der…especially dat boy in da wet see through shorts," she continued. "It ain’t gunna work," he stated. "An’ den…I could probably have Spot introduce me ta some a da boys from da oddah Lodgin’ Houses…" she kept going. "Still not workin’," he said, although looking a little anxious. "An’ deeen I could always find da Delancy bruddahs. Oscah is awfully hot…what I wouldn’t do ta him…" she trailed off, letting Jack think about it. "ALL RIGHT!! I’ll talk ta Kloppman an’ see if we can bend da rules fer you goils," he said, throwing up his hands. Molly smiled victoriously. She patted Jack on the head. "I knew I could count on you," she said. -----Katie and Spot---- "Hey!" Spot exclaimed, running over her and hugging her. "Long time no see," Katie commented, smirking. "What are ya doin’ heah? I didn’t know dat ya were gunna come!" he said. "Ya have Quip ta thank fer that. She decided she wanted to come and we couldn’t just let her come alone…Who knows what trouble she would get into?" "Remind me ta do somethin’ really nice fer her," Spot said, kissing Katie on the cheek. "So, your happy to see me?" Katie checked. "A course I am!" Spot assured her. "Why wouldn’t I be?" "Well…you do have a girlfriend and I would understand if you don’t really want to be around me because of her and all.." "What? Girl friend?" Spot asked confused. Then a light bulb came on. "Oh…yeah…fergot bout her. I can take care a dat," Spot told Katie. "Are you always so casual about relationships?" Katie asked. "Yeah…wait umm no…No, I’m not," Spot covered., "Only wid people dat aren’t you. "You," Katie said, "are a horrible liar." Spot smirked. "Only wid you." "Is dat a good thing or a bad thing?" Katie asked. "Good fer you, bad for me," Spot decided. "I see…so is this infamous girl here tonight?" Katie asked, looking around. "Why? Ya want me ta break up wid her right now?" Spot asked. "No…I just was wonderin’ what she would be thinking if she saw us together," Katie said. "So, is she here?" "Yeah, she’s around I guess," Spot revealed. "Hey, wanna do sit down ovah der?" "Yeah, shoah," Katie agreed. -----Davie and Marissa----- Marissa watched Molly walk away to talk to Jack and decided she would go search out Davie. She found the crazy bunny…I mean Davie…standing by a wall looking deep in thought and somewhat depressed. Marissa ran up and threw her arms around him. "DAVIE!" she yelled. Davie pulled away, shocked, until he realized it was Marissa. "I can’t believe yer heah!" he said, hugging her back. "Well, I couldn’t jest let ya leave!" Marissa told him, kissing him. "Dat, an’ we made her," Quipster said, walking over with Jack. "You had to bring her back, too?" Davie asked Marissa, jokingly. "I know you’d miss me too much," Molly told him smiling. "About as much as I would miss a tooth ache," Davie commented. "Davie ya bettah be nice ta me…or else…bad things happen," Molly said, trying to figure out herself what bad things she could make happen. "Yeah, like what?’ Davie challenged. "Like…uhh…this," Molly said. She ran over to Spot "crying" and pointed at Davie. Spot looked a little surprised at first, probably because she had come to him with her problem, and then looked very upset. He stood up and marched over to where Davie was standing. A slightly perturbed Katie, who was happy alone in the corner with Spot, followed to find out what was going on. "YA DID WHAT?!" Spot asked, angrily. "I didn’t…but…I didn’t do nothin’," Davie whimpered. "I heard EXACTLY what ya did," Spot said, waving his fist threateningly. "Give me one reason why I shouldn’t soak ya!" "Because…because…because…JAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!" Davie said, running behind Jack. Jack rolled his eyes. "Look, Spot he didn’t do anythin’," he informed Spot. "Well…he did antaganize Molly but dat’s ‘bout it." Molly glared at Jack. "Fine! Ruin all my fun!" she said, stomping off. Spot looked confused for a few moments before walking back to where he and Katie had previously been sitting. After getting a few yards away Molly surveyed the room, looking for potential partners in crime. She glanced at Katie who was sitting with Spot again. Bettah not botha dem again. Spot might not be so nice, she thought, realizing they were having fun just talking and flirting. Her eyes wandered around the room again, stopping at Marissa. Usually Marissa was up for making trouble but by the cold glare she was flinging in Molly’s direction Molly decided now might not be the best time. Molly considered asking Jack but she realized that he would probably hinder any of her attempts of inciting chaos. I’ll jest go find someone else. It shouldn’t be too hard in a room full a drunk boys, Molly reasoned and started off through the crowd to search for an accomplice. Only a few feet into her search she ran into a girl about medium height, with brown hair and green eyes. "Oh..uhh…sorry" Molly said, passing by her. "Sure, no problem," the girl said, keeping her path. Molly continued on. Suddenly someone pulled on her hair from behind. "What the.." she started. She turned around and found Racetrack standing there, smirking "Thought dat ya could come back wid out sayin’ hey ta me?" he asked. "I was jest lookin’ fer ya!" Molly claimed. Ding ding ding! I think dat we got an accomplice! Molly thought. "Shoah ya were. C’mere," he said, hugging her. "I missed ya…fer dose 15 minutes…" "Yeah, it was sheer torture," Molly said, hugging him back. "I’m glad dat I found ya doh cause I was jest lookin’ fer someone ta start a little trouble wid me. Ya interested?" she asked. "Trouble? What would make ya think dat I approve a dis?" he asked, looking shocked. Molly hit him playfully on the arm. "Ya know dat ya are. Soo…what should we do? Dis party is way too…friendly…" she said, with disgust. "True, true. We could always make fun a Davie…dat’s always fun,’ Racetrack suggested. "Been der, done dat, Jack stopped me," Molly told him. "Jack’s always been too nice fer his own good," Racetrack said, shaking his head disapprovingly. Then he smiled evil. "Well, I saw ya talkin’ ta Tinkah.." he said. "What? Nu uh…wait Spot’s goil? Is she here?" Molly asked, searching the crowd. "Yeah, dat goil dat ya ran inta. Dat’s Tinkah," Racetrack told her. "Oh realllly," Molly said, smiling. "Things are definitely gnu be interestin’…" "So, ya got a plan?" Racetrack asked. "I shoah do…" Molly said, whispering it into his ear. -----Davie and Marissa and Jack---- "Well, dat was fun,’ Jack said sarcastically. "I sweah Molly only lives ta make trouble for other people," Davie said, still a little shaken up from his close encounter with Spot. "Actually, I’m getting suspicions that she does. I mean…before all this she had come up with plenty of evil plans against Kerry…" Marissa told them. "I think she just gets mean when she’s bored." "Quick Jack! GET OVER THERE AND KEEP HER BUSY!" Davie said, pushing Jack towards Molly. "Yeah, cause I want ta be ‘round her aftah I jest ruined her last plan," Jack said rolling his eyes. "I’se much bettah right heah," he decided, sitting in-between Davie and Marissa. Davie glared at Jack. "You an’ Molly deserve each other." Jack smirked. "I agree completely," he said, before making himself more comfortable and forcing Marissa and Davie to separate a little more. Marissa rose an eyebrow at him. "Fine, if your gunna be that way," she said, before leaning over him and starting to kiss Davie. Jack could take about five seconds before he looked ready to throw up. "Fine, fine. Stop. I’ll leave. DAMNIT STOP AND MOVE!" he said, pushing Marissa off of him so he could get away. Marissa and Davie laughed when they noticed that Jack was shuddering visibly. -----Molly and Racetrack----- "Tinkah, hey, I want ya ta meet someone," Racetrack said. "Dis is me friend Quipstah," he said. "Quipstah dis is Tinkah." "Oh…hey didn’t I jest run inta ya?" Tinker asked, extending her hand. "Oh, hey yeah!" Molly said, shaking her hand. "It’s nice to meet you. So, wait…I swear I have heard your name before now!" she said, feigning ignorance. "Race wheah have I heard her name?" "Don’t ya know? Dis heah is Spot Conlon’s goil!" Race told her. "Ohh…wait…but dat don’t make sense," Molly said, pretending to try to figure things out. "If she’s Spot’s girlfriend…den…what about…okaaaay never mind." "What?" Tinker asked, "What are ya talkin’ bout?" "Uh…nothin’," Race said quickly, giving Molly a none-to-subtle look and nudging her a little. "Race ya ain’t any good at lyin’. Tell me what is goin’ on RIGHT NOW!" Tinker said. "Fine, fine," he said, pausing to glare at Molly. "Jest…Spot sorta kinda…well go see fer yerself, he’s ovah der." "Okay…"Tinker said walking to where Race had indicated. "What is goin’…oh my gawd!" she said, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Spot and Katie whispering to each other. Spot, unfortunately, had taken that time to kiss Katie. "Dat is fuckin’ it!" Tinker said, hurrying over to them, pushing people out of her way as she went. Molly and Race exchanged a smirk before following happily. "Look, it ain’t da way it looks!" Molly said, following her. Tinker ignored her and stomped up to Spot. "What da hell are ya doin’?!" she asked, angrily. "Oh…hey…uhh I had ta talk ta ya ‘bout somthin’," Spot said, uncomfortably. "Damn straight ya do. Who da hell is dis?" she asked, pointing at Katie. "Look, dis ain’t what…okay it’s exactly how it looks. Da truth is Katie an’ I are gunna be tageddah now an’ I’se sorry but yer gunna have ta deal wid dat," Spot told her. "Wow…ouch…" Molly commented from behind Tinker, obtaining a glare from Spot. "Okay…sorry…" Molly said, going silent. "I’se gunna have ta deal wid it?" Tinker asked, looking upset. "Fine, an’ you can deal wid dis!" she said, turning to Katie and slapping her. "What the hell did I do?!" Katie asked, shocked. "’Round heah we don’t go ‘round stealin’ oddah goil’s guys ya corruptin’ slut!" Tinker told her. "Oh it’s on now!" Katie said, jumping up and slapping Tinker across the face. "AH YA BITCH!" Tinker screamed and scratched Katie’s arm. "YA CAN’T DO DAT!" Katie yelled, kicking her in the shin. "Ladies, ladies, no point in fightin’ ovah me," Spot said trying to push his way between them. Both girls pushed him out of the way and they were soon in a full-fledged cat fight. Molly and Racetrack stood watching with sadistic pleasure. "Ya know," Molly whispered to Racetrack. "We’se gunna have ta do dis moah often. It’s kinda scary how much trouble we could make tageddah," she told him. "Jest think a what havoc we could reek," Racetrack said, getting a dreamy look on his face. "Dis is gunna be too much fun," Molly said, smirking. Finally Jack, the evil trouble ruiner, ran up and pulled Tinker away from Katie while Spot held tight to a fuming Katie. "Yer so stupid!" Tinker yelled at Katie, struggling to continue the fight. "What makes ya think dat Spot won't do dis same thing ta you?!" "’Cause he loves me!" Katie told her. "He wouldn’t do dat ta me!" Tinker laughed, meanly. "Dat don’t mean nothin’. He jest told me dat he loved me tanight an’ look wheah dat got me. An’ I acutally believed him!" Tinker stomped off before she could cry. Katie, realizing that Spot still had a hold on her, shrugged him off. Then, looking around all the people that were staring at her, she ran away. Molly felt a twinge of something that she suspected to be guilt, even though she had never experienced it before. Marissa and Molly ran after her to see if there was anything she they could do. 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