Chapter one of a very fun and long story that will turn heads…if only in
chapter one. *smiles* Uh…I have a rep for writing stories like the one in
Chapter 1. BUT! It's not all like this chapter. This is kinda
like…prologue to REALLY big story. But see, this will either get you
interested in the rest of the story, or turn you away…that's the purposes
of prologues and first chapters right? Right!!
Story idea: I honestly have NO clue where I got this idea. Normally I get just an idea from a song, but this one? This one has never really been done before and I'm not really sure how to do it either. So don't shoot me, but reviews are ok!! Nothing is too graphic in here…just…hints at it, but then again, I do have that reputation...*smirks*
Disclaimer: Because I'm sure Disney will come after me, hunt me down and sue me for not saying this. I don't own Newsies. Although, maybe someday I might. I plan on somehow marrying into the family…yeah, not sure how yet, but I will!! Oh, but MG owns Spit Fire and Blade. I own Chance, Trip, Random and Kip. I'm not sure if Kip will even be in here, but if he is, I own him. ((Can you tell I haven't written the whole story yet?))
Anyway, onto the story without a name. Yes, it will have a name…someday!
The room was dark, complete blackness. Ominous clouds, allowing no light to shine into the Manhattan Lodging House covered the moon. A small skinny stranger crept stealthily into the lodging house and up to the bunkroom. He knew his way around surprisingly well and knew where all the bunks lined up. He cautiously and silently crept his way to a lower bunk in the far corner.
The young girl sleeping in the bunk didn't notice the boy's hand caress her smooth cheek. He smiled to himself and leaned over, lightly pressing his lips to hers. The girl woke up, eyes wide and broke the kiss, ready to yell out if the skinny teen hadn't placed his hand over her mouth, covering it quickly.
"Shh…." The boy whispered, crawling on top of her, straddling her hips and pinning her shoulders down.
A panicked look spread across Spit Fire's face as she tried to struggle out of his grasp.
"I ain't gonna hoit yous," the boy tried not to laugh, "Spit Fire, it's me…" he whispered again and kissed her neck.
He released his hand from her mouth, and kissed it passionately. She fell for his kiss like he knew she would and pulled him closer to her. She quietly undid his shirt almost as fast as he removed hers. Spit Fire traced her hands over his chest, committing every curve to memory. If she could memorize his body in the night, she should be able to recognize him in the light. Right? She didn't know this boy who, for the third time in a week, had disrupted her sleep. It was as though from the first time he spoke to her from the dark abyss in the lodging house she was hooked. He had placed a spell on her in some eerie way and Spit Fire was determined to find out who this mysterious boy was. She didn't even remember why she didn't fight him off the first time they met a week ago, but whatever the reason, she was still abiding with him now. She had felt a small rush every time he showed up by her bed. The fear factor in doing anything this discreet in the middle of a bunkroom was intensely high. Neither of the two had any idea of knowing whether the other residents of Manhattan would rise during their interactions.
A few lengthened moments of silent passion and then all was over. Spit Fire rested her head on her pillow smiling contently as the boy kissed her neck breathing lightly and nibbling her ear. He sat up and reached for his clothes. Spit Fire sighed. The boy looked back over in the dark and kissed her lips.
"Why don't you stay?" she frowned, pulling his arm, "Who…"
He shook his head and kissed her sensuously, sending electricity through her body. This is why she let this happen. She let go of his arm and he stood up, quickly departing from her view. Complete silence had filled the room again. She heard the boys around her breathing, some were snoring but no footsteps. She didn't know if he had left the room already or still lingered about. While she dressed and looked around the room for her new obsession, the boy headed out of the lodging house and down the street…towards Brooklyn.
To Be Continued…
Story idea: I honestly have NO clue where I got this idea. Normally I get just an idea from a song, but this one? This one has never really been done before and I'm not really sure how to do it either. So don't shoot me, but reviews are ok!! Nothing is too graphic in here…just…hints at it, but then again, I do have that reputation...*smirks*
Disclaimer: Because I'm sure Disney will come after me, hunt me down and sue me for not saying this. I don't own Newsies. Although, maybe someday I might. I plan on somehow marrying into the family…yeah, not sure how yet, but I will!! Oh, but MG owns Spit Fire and Blade. I own Chance, Trip, Random and Kip. I'm not sure if Kip will even be in here, but if he is, I own him. ((Can you tell I haven't written the whole story yet?))
Anyway, onto the story without a name. Yes, it will have a name…someday!
The room was dark, complete blackness. Ominous clouds, allowing no light to shine into the Manhattan Lodging House covered the moon. A small skinny stranger crept stealthily into the lodging house and up to the bunkroom. He knew his way around surprisingly well and knew where all the bunks lined up. He cautiously and silently crept his way to a lower bunk in the far corner.
The young girl sleeping in the bunk didn't notice the boy's hand caress her smooth cheek. He smiled to himself and leaned over, lightly pressing his lips to hers. The girl woke up, eyes wide and broke the kiss, ready to yell out if the skinny teen hadn't placed his hand over her mouth, covering it quickly.
"Shh…." The boy whispered, crawling on top of her, straddling her hips and pinning her shoulders down.
A panicked look spread across Spit Fire's face as she tried to struggle out of his grasp.
"I ain't gonna hoit yous," the boy tried not to laugh, "Spit Fire, it's me…" he whispered again and kissed her neck.
He released his hand from her mouth, and kissed it passionately. She fell for his kiss like he knew she would and pulled him closer to her. She quietly undid his shirt almost as fast as he removed hers. Spit Fire traced her hands over his chest, committing every curve to memory. If she could memorize his body in the night, she should be able to recognize him in the light. Right? She didn't know this boy who, for the third time in a week, had disrupted her sleep. It was as though from the first time he spoke to her from the dark abyss in the lodging house she was hooked. He had placed a spell on her in some eerie way and Spit Fire was determined to find out who this mysterious boy was. She didn't even remember why she didn't fight him off the first time they met a week ago, but whatever the reason, she was still abiding with him now. She had felt a small rush every time he showed up by her bed. The fear factor in doing anything this discreet in the middle of a bunkroom was intensely high. Neither of the two had any idea of knowing whether the other residents of Manhattan would rise during their interactions.
A few lengthened moments of silent passion and then all was over. Spit Fire rested her head on her pillow smiling contently as the boy kissed her neck breathing lightly and nibbling her ear. He sat up and reached for his clothes. Spit Fire sighed. The boy looked back over in the dark and kissed her lips.
"Why don't you stay?" she frowned, pulling his arm, "Who…"
He shook his head and kissed her sensuously, sending electricity through her body. This is why she let this happen. She let go of his arm and he stood up, quickly departing from her view. Complete silence had filled the room again. She heard the boys around her breathing, some were snoring but no footsteps. She didn't know if he had left the room already or still lingered about. While she dressed and looked around the room for her new obsession, the boy headed out of the lodging house and down the street…towards Brooklyn.
To Be Continued…