A/N: Did anyone miss me? Hahahahaha, don't answer that. I've had a huge writer's block. This is the second time I've written something new instead of finishing what was supposed to have been chapter eight. *Sigh* Well, here's chapter nine. I hope you like it! As per usual, please review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I wish…I wish…
"Mr. Newkirk, report to the spine immediately." Newkirk sighed and sat up in his bunk slowly.
"Aye, Mr. Rigby. I'll be up in a minute. End message." He rushed around the cabin, gathering his shoes and clothes, before scrambling out the door and right into Dylan.
"Oh! Sorry Dylan! I didn't…I…are you okay?" Dylan's face was flushed and his hair was ruffled.
"Yeah. Of course. What? Oh, er, fine. I'm perfect. Why do you ask? Why wouldn't I be? I have to go?" And with that, Dylan ran off, leaving a flabbergasted Newkirk staring after him and his pet loris thing rambling off random, weird phrases. First it talked in Dylan's voice, then Alek's, recounting an extremely strange conversation.
"Alek…are you sure?"
"Maybe you should stop talking."
"Just shut up and come here." The loris then made muffled kissing noises. This went on for a little while, and Newkirk started at the loris. Suddenly there was the sound of a door crashing open and a duo of surprised gasps, then the man called Volger called out.
"Mein gott! I should have known this was coming." He sighed. "Well, I suppose this shall continue no matter what I say or do, but remember this, Mr. Sharp, should there be any complications or ordeals, I shall have to reveal your situation to the crew. You may want to be a bit more discreet, as well." The door closed and Alek's voice came back.
"Do you think that was his way of granting permission?"
"I think that was his way of looking the other way while gaining something else to hold over my head."
"You could be right, but my theory sounds more romantic. You have a few more minutes until you have to get back to work, right?"
"Perfect." Newkirk's eyes were wide as he listened to the continuation of the kissing. Dylan. Alek. Blushing. Kissing. Messed up hair. It couldn't be true, but everything seemed to add up. Dylan and Alek were together. That means they're…they're…they're…like that.
"Oh. My. Darwin." The loris ran off to share his new phrase with Dylan and Alek. Newkirk went off to get to the spine late, and have a very awkward lunch with Dylan and Alek.
A/N: Not quite what I had planned…but hey, I finally got something new up! I hope you cracked a smile! Heh heh, oh my Darwin. J