Dis-
Don't start this again, by the way. It was annoying the first time.
Race isn't here. He's sleeping.
Oh, it's just you.
What's wrong with me?
Nothing... Anyway...
Gy4r4dos95 doesn't own anything. Except me.
Thanks. -_-
As he ascended up the stairs of the Newsboy Lodging House, Racetrack couldn't contain the anticipation he felt. Had Mush actually made his move? Did Leslie actually give in? As he reached the bedroom, he opened the door and went towards his bed. Leslie's bunk, right next to his, was empty. She probably gave in. Suddenly, the door opened and Mush walked in, a frown plastered on his face.
"Mush, you okay?" Racetrack asked with genuine concern.
Mush shook his head and headed for the bathroom. "She's something, dat one," Mush began, "I made my move. I did. She actually said no."
"Why is dat so shockin'?" Racetrack asked, "I mean. She's got a backbone. She's independent."
Mush shrugged and said, "I guess I'm not used to goils actually sayin' no... you know?"
"Yeah," Racetrack smirked. Patting him on the back, Racetrack walked towards the door. "Well, I'm gonna go tada roof." Mush sighed and watched Racetrack walk out the door and towards the stairs. Racetrack felt a sense of happiness when he finally reached the top of the building, seeing Leslie sitting on the edge once more. She was looking out at the city, watching the sun slowly set. "Hey," he called.
Standing up, Leslie huffed, "I swear, how many times do I have to tell you-," she paused when Racetrack turned her around to face him. Leslie sighed and smiled, "Sorry. I thought you were someone else."
"Oh," Racetrack raised an eyebrow. "Who did you think I was?" He knew the answer, he just wanted to know her take on the situation.
Leslie sat back down, Racetrack following her actions. She rolled her eyes. "It was nothing..." Racetrack crossed his arms and leaned foreward, narrowing his eyes at her. Leslie sighed and pushed him lightly, "Alright, I'll tell you! Just stop it!" Racetrack uncrossed his arms and turned to sit cross-legged across from her. Leslie followed and began her side of the story. "Well, Mush... he sort of asked if I wanted to go out on a date with him. It wasn't that he was mean- because he wasn't mean at all, he's nice- but, I just... he's not my type."
"What's your type, den?" Racetrack asked, genuinely curious.
Leslie shrugged and looked down at her hands. "I don't know. I've never actually seen many guys... I lived in an all girls orphanage after all... So, I guess I don't know my type. But, it's not Mush- I know that much." Racetrack nodded in understanding. Leslie smirked.
"What?" Racetrack asked, smiling with her.
Laughing, Leslie explained, "I'm just imagining how jealous the other girls would be if they found out that I'm living with like... thirty guys of various ages."
"Hah," Racetrack chuckled. "So, technically... I was the first guy you've ever met?"
Leslie nodded and replied, "Yeah... I guess you are." Racetrack smirked and suddenly heard a loud yell from downstairs. The two jumped up and paused, hearing things banging downstairs.
"Probably ona da guys," Racetrack rolled his eyes. Leslie smirked and continued looking at the sky. "So," Racetrack asked, "What was that song you was singin'?"
Leslie shrugged, "That thing? Eh. I've sung better."
"Oh really?" Racetrack asked. "Let's see."
Shaking her head, Leslie said, "I don't know what to sing!"
"Your favorite song from 2009!" Racetrack stood up and spun quite beautifully on one foot. "C'mon! I'll be your backup dancer!" Leslie laughed and slowly began to hum a tune. "Louder! I can't hear ya!" Racetrack grabbed her hands, forcing her to stand up. Leslie sighed with a smile and sang louder.
Sifting through the broken glass
The echoes of my ancient past
Came flooding through to every pore
Like scattered seeds of sycamore
Suddenly I started wondering how I got here
Was it a matter of time?
Racetrack watched her as she danced around the roof. She stopped and looked at him with anticipation. "That's a nice song," Racetrack smiled.
"Well, dance along then!"
Catholic school, my private hell
I stuttered till the age of twelve
Discovered sex at seventeen
and soonthereafter self esteem
The song went on and the two danced on the roof, grabbing hands and spinning like three year olds on sugar.
The nights were for nowhere and that's where I wanted to be!
Leslie stopped and looked at Racetrack, a grin on her face. "Someone said. It's not a matter of time, It's just a matter of timing... Do you ever wonder how you got to here?" Biting her lip, Leslie muttered, "I don't remember the rest of the lyrics..."
"That was awesome, though!" Racetrack exclaimed, "Ya got such a great voice, Lez!" Leslie blushed and shrugged.
Leslie replied, "And you have some dance skills there!"
"Well, my folks were apparently dancers or somethin' before I ended up here," Racetrack explained. For show, he prepared and spun three times without a problem.
Groaning, Leslie whined, "Oh my god, that's so not fair!"
"Well, you got da voice, I got da dance," Racetrack smirked. Leslie laughed and grabbed Race's hands, spinning him once more. The two spun in circles, the sunset behind them. All semed perfect for the moment.
Suddenly, the two stopped at the sound of a cough. Racetrack fixed his hat, seeing Jack looking at them with confusion, "What are you two doin'?"
"Spinnin'," Racetrack muttered.
Jack smirked and said, "Well, Mush started a game a' cahds and they is wonderin' where you are."
"Cahds!" Racetrack exclaimed before grabbing Leslie's hands and dragging her with him.
Jack rolled his eyes and yelled at their backs, "They're in the livin' room! Ya bum!" Jack sighed and turned to where they were spinning, spotting something on the ground. Walking over, he bent down, picking up a strange device. The back of the device read "Apple iPod, 16 GB". "Da hell is dis thing?" He muttered.
Shrugging, he put it into his pocket and turned, heading back to the fire escape. Some things the King of Manhattan just did not want to know.
It only took Leslie a few minutes to pick up on the tricks of each newsies as they played the intense game of poker. Although she wasn't all that good at bluffing herself, she knew when the othes were lying. About seven games in, Mush slammed down a pair of Aces and the rest of the newsboys stood and left, defeated. Mush laughed and collected his wins while Racetrack and Leslie head towards the bathroom. Leslie quickly brushed her teeth, then waited for the boys to get out before she changed to bathe.
As she locked the door to shower, she felt a smile creep up on her face. Opening her mouth, she began singing to herself. She was accustomed to this, because at the orphage, she would annoy Miss Erma with her songs. As she bathed, a knock on the door stopped her singing. "Yes?" She asked innocently.
"Weah tryin' ta sleep 'ere," a voice called. Leslie smiled and laughed, apologizing quickly. Changing into her clothes, minus the vest, hat and shoes, she crept back out and climbed into bed. On the cot next to her's, Racetrack was sound asleep, hat on the floor and face calm.
Leslie slowly closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep.
REVIEWWWWWWWW kthanks... I see you people are reading this! :) It doesn't take that long to tell me how I'm doing. I need feedback to make my work better! Alright, I'm done nagging. (btw, the song is Timelines by Motion City Sountrack)