When thinking back on it, Skittery used to have one stick. Now he technically has two. His beloved stick was found one day while he was selling, and it has never left his side. That is, till he saw Bumlets limping a little like Crutchy. Not extreme, but he gave Bumlets his stick.
No words were said; he just handed him the stick and walked away. Not because he didn't want to say anything, it was just that he was pretty, and Skittery panicked.
He learned later that Bumelts had twisted his ankle from running away from the bulls. He even learned that from Snitch, who he gave his last quarter. At least he had twenty cents left.
So now hes out on the fire escape smoking a cigarette like his life depended on it. Then out comes Bumlets from the window, smiling. Skittery only glanced at him.
Bumlets didn't talk right away. He let Skittery get comfortable with him while they watched the sun set. Then he put a stick down next to Skittery.
"It's yours. My ankle is fine now. Thank you."
If you had asked Bumlets, he would have kissed his cheek. He wanted to know if he could make Skittery blush. But after that, he left the boy on the fire escape to be with his thoughts.
After a few weeks, Skittery saw him moving slowly and rubbing his thigh. Skittery looked at his beloved stick and almost kissed it before Kid Blink had come up to ask him for a match.
"Get one yourself, Blink."
"Aw, com'on Skits. It's one match."
Skittery glared because it was his last match, and he had one cigarette left, and Racetrack made sure to hide his own matches, and now he planned on giving the match to Blink only due to him smoking his last cigarette because after giving his stick again to Bumlets, Skittery needed a breather.
It started to repeat, and Skittery thought this was on purpose. He finally got his stick back while he was reading his newest dime novel. He had curled up with a very old but comforting quilt, and Bumlets had walked up to him as if they were friends.
Maybe they are they shared a stick. 'More like parents, ' his mind snickered at him. He didn't say anything to him; he only blushed just a tad. But he blamed it on Bumlet's voice.
"My leg feels better, so you can have your stick back, thank you."
He left again. Skittery stared at the stick, then at him. He was talking to Pie Eater, and that's when it hit him. He was getting Bumlets a stick.
Now, finding a stick was hard. Even when he was selling. It took him two whole days. It was a perfect stick, too. Or at least for Bumlets. The stick even looked like him. It didn't, but Skittery made himself laugh, so that was good. Or he was going mad. Another cigarette was smoked after that thought.
It was later in the night when Skittery gave Bumlets his own stick. He even convinced Mr. Kloppmann to let him carve their names into them. So they wouldn't get it mixed up. Bumlets had just returned from the washroom when Skittery hid behind his book, trying to read and not stalk him.
Bumlets let out a small gasp in surprise when he saw the stick. It wasn't Skittery's either. He turned to see the boy hiding behind his book, and he walked over to him quickly.
"Thank you...I really appreciate it." He said, smiling.
"Well, I'm glad now we don't have to keep going back and forth.
Neither of them wanted to stop going back and forth, but it had to be done for Skittery's sake mostly. He knew this friendship wasn't going to last.
For once, Bumlets was nervous. He rocked back on his feet and sighed softly. "Well...if you want, tomorrow morning we could have a stick fight."
"Sure. That would be fun." He tried to be real slick about it. But everyone in the room knew he wasn't. If he got a good night's sleep last night, no one had to know. Except they did because he acted differently. He was excited.
Everything was normal, got up, ate some bread, got their papers, and then Bumlets pounced on him. Not full on pounce, but a little shove, and his stick hit Skittery's stick. Oh, it was on.
Somehow they got more money that way. It was as if they put on a show. But back at the lodge, he was greeted by Tumbler, and once detached from the hug, he looked over to see Bumlets kiss Swiftys' cheek and snuggle into him.
And his hope was dead.
If anyone asked why he wasn't at dinner, he didn't tell them. Blink somehow unglued himself from Mush to bring him a plate. But it only made the boy glare and walk toward the fire escape. Patting his pockets, no cigarette. Great.
So here is now. Knees to his chest and crying. How pathetic he was. To give in to the hope. To get a stupid stick for someone he liked. He even got a splinter for the boy when carving their names.
And just when the sun was setting and the tears finally stopped, someone opened the window.
"Go away, Blink. I ani't got any matches."
"I'm not Blink Skits."
He was screwed.
"Well, go away. Not in the mood." Somehow, he curled tighter into himself.
Bumlet's eyes softened, and he tried to find the right words, but he could only find an action. Leaning forward, he kissed Skittery's cheek, "Thank you for the stick." He said, and finally got to see the boy blush.
Skittery waited till the window closed before he let his breath out, then the window opened again, scaring him.
"Oh, Skits, Swifty, and I wanted to talk to you about something. Come to my bunk later."
Then the window shut. What was going on? After he collected himself, he opened the window and walked over to Tumbler's bunk. He wanted to act as normally as possible. The kid was passed out, and that helped Skittery a tad, knowing that was the most normal thing right now.
Then he had to make his way over to Bumlet's bunk. Which Swifty and Bumlets laid on. He took a deep breath and played with his suspenders. Once at the bunk, he expected to get yelled at or something. Instead, he got not one but two soft confessions of love and kisses.
Lots of kisses.
So by the end of everything, he had his stick and his two partners. Maybe his brain was evil. But at the moment, the kisses tuned it out. It was something he never wanted to let go of. He knew that, and so did his partners. Even his stick knew as it rested next to Bumlets own stick. Skittery owed it to the stick more than anyone.
@make-friends-with-the-rats for the idea<3