I'd like 2 thank:
Padfootismyhero: Milky, me fave reviewer. Always reviewin. Give me more ideas, hun.
Whippy Bird: I was in a weird mood when I wrote that. I meant the whole "King of NY" thing.
Splashy: I'm glad u like the title. It sure will. Can't wait 2 read more of your story.
Angie; New reviewer! I'm really glad you like it. I'm trying to update more.
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The next morning, Summer was up at 10, getting ready to go to her friend's. At eleven, she was off to Lizzie's.
"Why are you here so early?" Lizzie asked, still in her nightgown. She picked up the bag Summer had put on the front step. "And what's this?"
"Come on. We've got to hurry. I'll tell you upstairs." She said, already climbing the stairs. After a moment, Lizzie followed her.
"Okay. Spill. What are you so excited about?" Lizzie demanded, her hands on her hips.
"Well… After you left yesterday, I went into Tibby's. But I wasn't alone. About 25 newsboys were there. They are really nice and I decided to meet them again today. Do you want to come and meet them?" she asked.
"I guess. But what's in the bag?" Lizzie said hesitantly.
"Well, I thought that since they are sort of, not rich, we could just dress in something more comfortable and they wouldn't think we're weird. I've got some pants. Some girls are starting to wear them." Summer said. They both put on the pants and put on a matching blouse.
"How does this look?" Lizzie asked, self-conscious.
"Looks great. So, are we ready? Let's go meet them." Summer said, leading the way to Tibby's
As they walked in, Summer headed to one of the tables packed with boys.
"Hey you guys! Long time no see. I'd like you to meet my friend, Lizzie. Lizzie, this is Race, Blink, Jack, Crutchy, Davey, Les, and Mush." She said, pointing to each of the boys. Lizzie and Summer seated themselves between Race and Mush; Race next to Summer and Mush next to Lizzie. Lizzie smiled at Mush, taking in his looks with one glance. He smiled back and she turned slightly pink. Summer saw this and grinned.
"So, what's new, guys?" Summer asked. Lizzie looked surprised at her behavior. She knew that Thank you, was rebellious, but this personality was even beyond what she was like with Lizzie.
Summer's question was answered by a couple of stories the boys had while selling.
"Hey, who's that? I don't think I met him yesterday." Summer asked Race, pointing to a boy that was near Jack.
"Where? Oh, well, dat's Spot Conlon. Leada of da Brooklyn Newsies. He's got a new goil every week." Race responded quietly.
"Oh. Really? Where is his girl now?" She asked.
"Guess he don't got one now." Race responded, pulling out a cigar and playing with it. Summer laughed. Silence fell over the room and Spot looked over to her. The moment their eyes met, she fell silent. It was something about those sapphire orbs that controlled her. She smiled slightly over to him. He smirked and made his way over to their table.
"What a pretty face. I haven't seen ya round dese part o' town." Spot said, looking at Summer.
"Most people haven't but Tibby's has the best ice cream." She said, composed.
"Well, me name's Spot. I's the leada of Brooklyn." He replied.
"So I've heard. I'm Summer. My father is the mayor of New York City." She said dryly.
Spot raised his eyebrows. "Hey Blink. I tink you wanted a night wit a mayor's daughter. Here's your chance."
"No way. And where's your weekly girl?" Summer asked sweetly. Spot looked shocked.
"No goil dis week." He muttered.
"What? I can't hear ya!" She said, cupping her ear
"I said 'No goil dis week'!" he said louder
"I see. So Race here was wrong. You can't get any girl you want." She taunted him.
"I's can get any goil I's want. And right now, I's want you. You're a feisty one." He replied.
Summer smiled back. "Why don't you come outside with me for a few minutes?" she said, winking at Lizzie. She went out and Spot followed her.
"Is she gonna be okay?" Race asked nervously.
"She'll be fine. From what she told me, Pulitzer thinks she's head over heels in love with him and she can't stand him." Lizzie replied.
"So, yous her best fwiend (friend), or sumthin?" Mush asked, looking at Lizzie.
"Yeah. I's her fwiend." Lizzie said with a perfect New York accent.
"Well, you doin anythin tomorrow night?" Mush asked.
"No. Why do you ask?" she said, confused.
"Would you like me to show you New York?" he asked, grinning at her.
"Uh, Mush. Hate to break it to ya, but I've lived in New York all my life."
"Yeah, but yous neva seen Newsie New York." He replied
"Sure. It'll be fun. But I have to be back by ten." She replied, smiling widely.
"Tell be bout yerself." He said. They were soon in a deep conversation.
In the alley next to Tibby's, something else was going on.
"Come on." Summer replied, grabbing Spot's hand and pulling him into a deserted alleyway.
"Wait. We'll be more comfortable up 'ere." Spot said, pulling her up on the rooftop.
Summer settled herself very near Spot and started talking to him.
"How did you become the leader of Brooklyn?" Summer asked, looking at him. Spot put an arm around her shoulders.
"Well, let's just say dat I sorta worked me way up." he said.
"And now you want me to be your next girlfriend, right?" Summer asked, facing him so their lips were only inches apart.
"Yeah. You's a real pretty face." He responded softly, moving closer to her.
She brushed her lips against his and replied, "Well. The famous Spot Conlon can't have me." And she made to get off the roof. Unfortunately, Spot grabbed her arm and pulled her down on his lap.
"Yes he can." He retorted, his face very close to hers. He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers.
A hundred different emotions and thoughts went through Summer until she finally pushed off his hard chest and away from him. "You arrogant jerk! You think you can have every girl you see, but you can't!" she shouted, turning around and going to the ladder.
"Nice ass." Spot commented, looking at her rear end and smirking. He was awarded with the ever-loving finger.
"…And finally I convinced my mom to let me pick my own —" Lizzie was interrupted by an angry Summer. "What's wrong?"
"That conceited jerk thinks he can get any girl in New York! I can't believe him. He thinks he's so great, but he's not. I'd like to go up…" Summer replied angrily.
"Er, Summer. You're rambling.
"Alright. Looks like you two are rather cozy. I'll leave you two alone and talk to the others." She replied, smirking.
"Does she realize how alike she is with Spot?" Mush asked, looking at the group of newies that Summer was now surrounded with.
"What are you talking about?"
"Same smirk, same haughty attitude."
"Same leadership skills. And I'm guessing the same love of the spotlight." Lizzie put in.
"Ya got it. Now what time should I come pick ya up?" he asked.
"Five should be good. What about you?" she said.
"Dat sounds great. Wear something comfortable cause I might still have to sell some papes." He responded.
"That sounds great, but my parents will be expecting me soon." Lizzie said.
"Alright. I'll walk ya home."
"Why thank you my dear gentleman, but I better go home by myself or my father will question you to death."
"Okay. Well, see ya tomorrow at five."
"Summer. I have to go home now. Are you coming with us? You can eat over." Lizzie offered.
"I'd love to, but my parents are making me spend every meal with them." Summer replied, making a face.
"Alright then. Bye." Lizzie responded.
"Why is ya parents makin ya eat each meal with 'em?" Race asked Summer once Lizzie had left.
"Because they want me to spend more time with Pulitzer and they know the only way for me to spend time with him is to eat all my meals at home." Summer said.
Lizzie was halfway down the street from her house when she saw a girl about the age of 15 was sitting on the front porch, working on some embroidery. "Elizabeth! What are you doing walking by yourself? " She called, standing up and walking down the stairs to the lawn.
"I'm walking home for dinner from a restaurant that I went to with Summer. Calm down, Amber." She said, walking up the pathway.
"Well, why are you going home if you just got back from the restaurant?" Amber persisted.
"I didn't go there to eat. We went to… We went o talk to some friends." She said finally, blushing.
"What? Lizzie, were you meeting boys?" she asked in a fake motherly voice.
"Amber. Calm down. And stop jumping to conclusions. What time is it anyways?" Lizzie asked
"Around two, why?" Amber responded.
"Well, I have to be home in 45 minutes."
"Alright. Up in my room. We have to talk." Amber said, pulling a dazed Lizzie up the stairs.
Well, what did ya think? Tell me all your opinions and ideas! Any good stories that u want me to read? Just tell me and I'll try to read them. Or books!
~Daisy~