Disclaimer: I do not own the newsies as much as I wished I did but I do own Tricks, Sleeves, and Bullets.
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The day after, I was to sell alone. Bullets was no where to be found. But I wasn't too worried. She could take care of herself. Still I had been thinking about boyfriend thing more. But every guy that I knew had been either dumb or an asshole. Where was I to find a nice, handsome guy? The more I thought about it the more impossible it seemed. I just didn't understand a thing about guys.
After I finished selling I went back to the lodging house. I couldn't wait to take a rest. I was so confused. But when I reached the entrance, Sleeves was standing outside. I gulped. Oh, great, I hated avoiding Sleeves because he was unavoidable. He was smoking a cigarette and I thought I would actually join him. I began to walk in side when he spoke.
"Tricks. Where's Bullets?" he asked firmly. I shrugged. But I had a feeling that I knew where she was.
"I want you ta go find her. She needs ta loin not to run away." he demanded. He threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped. I nodded and he pushed me aside and went inside. I was pissed. Why couldn't I just tell him what I really thought of him? I thought for a moment. Could she be at Brooklyn with that Spot character? What kind of a newsie name was Spot? I sighed praying that she would be there because I really didn't want to walk that there and have her not be there.
I made my for the Brooklyn docks. When I reached there it seemed a little crowded but sure enough I saw Bullets. She was sitting next to Spot with their feet in the water and giggling. God, what babies. What the hell was Bullets' problem? She just met the guy yesterday. I walked over to them and coughed to get their attention. Both seemed surprised to see me but Bullets looked a little scared. She obviously knew that Sleeves had sent me.
"Hey… uh… I nevah caught ya name yesterday." Spot said politely. I nodded.
"The name's Tricks. I need ta talk to you Bullets." I said firmly and annoyed. Spot looked worried for her safety. Why? He didn't know her that well.
"Well why don't ya jus stay here and hang. We ain't doin' too much." Spot suggested. Bullets looked at me with pleading eyes. I sighed.
"Sure. I'd love dat." I said with fake enthusiasm.
"Well in dat case, I'd like ya ta meet somebody." he said, "Jack! Come ovah heah!" I looked up to see a young man standing on the tower. Something in my stomach leapt and my heart pounded so hard and my knees became wobbly. What is happening to me? Then this guy climbed down and stood next to Spot. I could feel a cold sweat coming on. He was gorgeous. He had auburn hair and orange-brown eyes that were smoky too. His face was long and perfect. Not to mention his frame. He was a real piece of work. I could almost feel sensations in a place I haven't felt in a long time. I couldn't stop looking at him.
"Dis heah is Tricks and she'll be hangin' out wit us taday." Spot said introducing me. I could see Bullets staring at me out of the corner of my eye.
"Heya Tricks. I'm Jack Kelly." jack said holding out his hand. I shook his hand and didn't say anything. I felt stupid.
"Oh um…. Hi?" I squeaked. What was wrong with me? I was acting a dumb little girl. This had never happened before. Jack laughed.
"So, where ah you from?" he asked to keep conversation going. I shook my head to find some clarity.
"I'm from-uh…. From" I stddered. Luckily Bullets was there to save me.
"She's from Queens like me." she said. Jack nodded. I could feel sweat on my forehead now and everything was all blurry. My felt like they were rolling in the back of my head. Jack, Spot, and Bullets looked at me worriedly.
"Hey ah you gonna be alright?" Bullets asked concerned. I could feel my throat that was becoming dry. I swallowed only to get saliva.
"Um… yeah…. I just don't feel well… dat's all." I barely got out. They all still stared at me like I was gonna die. Maybe I was gonna die. Then all the sudden everything turned black.
I'll never know what happened after I passed out cold. Nor did I ever figure why I did. But all I know is that I woke up in a strange place with a single bed. It was a little room. I could hear voices from outside. I could smell cigars too. I sat up and noticed Bullets in the corner of the room asleep in a chair.
"Where am I?" I asked incoherently. Bullets jolted and rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes.
"Hey, ah you okay? You gonna live?" Bullets asked, forgetting that I asked her a question.
"Yeah. I'm okay. Just got a headache is all. Where am I?" I asked again. Bullets sighed relieved.
"You're in the Manhattan . We came heah to play some poker but I didn't wanna take you back ta Queens in case Sleeves was dere." she said. Manhattan? Why was I in Manhattan? I rubbed my head.
"Why the fuck am I in Manhattan?" I asked. Bullets rolled her eyes.
"Maybe you should get some more sleep." Bullets suggested.
"No! Why am I in Manhattan?!" I yelped. She shushed me.
"Calm down. You're okay. Jack Kelly lives heah. He said dat you shouldn't walk to far after you're little episode." she informed me. Then I remembered Jack Kelly and my heart started pounding again and my knees got weak. I thought I was sick from passing out.
"Well we gotta go home. I hafta sell tommorah." I said feeling my headache become even worse. Bullets shook her head.
"No, you're gonna get some rest. You can't walk home in this condition. I'll come by the morning' to com getcha." she said heading for the door. I finally agreed to it.
"I feel bad for whoever's room I'm in." I said trying to sound funny. Bullets laughed.
"Well, you're in Jack's room. But he says he don't care and dat he'll jus sleep on da floor." I was a little shocked.
"I hope I don't get sick again. Where ah you goin' tonight?" I asked her as she was halfway out the door. She turned around and had that dumb grin again.
"Brooklyn. Spot says it's nice at night."
"I bet it is." I said sarcastically. She laughed and shook her head.
"I'll see ya in da mornin' Tricks. Have a good night." she closed the door behind her. I laid back down. I still could feel my heart pounding but not so hard this time. I could hear two distinct voices right outside my door. One was Jack's and the other was bullets.
"You gonna be okay wit me leavin' her here tonight?" Bullets asked politely.
"Yeah. I don't mind. Jus don't forget to come visit her tammarah." he said. Bullets giggled.
"What makes ya say dat?" she asked innocently.
"Well, if I know Spot like I think I do, he's gonna try ta…. Have you stay as much as he can." Jack said. I couldn't make out what bullets said next but I heard her giggle at the end of it. Then a knock came on the door.
"Yeah?" I said.
"It's Jack. Can I come in?"
"Yeah sure." I ahd that rotten feeling in my gut again. And I thought I was having a heart attack and I could feel my legs tremble. Jack walked in. Wow, did he look good. His shirt was half unbuttoned.
"Gee. You're one heck of a goil aren't ya?" he asked.
"What?"
"I meant that when we met you uh…jus surprised me dat's all. You feel okay?" he asked, smiling. I could feel that almost orgasmic sensation again. What in the bloody hell was happening to me?
"oh, yeah. Sorry 'bout dat. It's unusual for me. But uh… thanks for everything." I said trying to forget that sensation. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Are you sweatin'?" he asked. I felt my forehead.
"I guess so." I said, "I'll be okay."
"Maybe you oughta take your blankets off." he said. I shook my head.
"So you're a really nice guy. I mean like…. You're genuinely nice person. How come?" I said. He smiled.
"Why not? Well I have a thing for goils dat pass out so all I can do is jus be nice." We both laughed. The orgasmic sensation was growing. I could feel my breath starting to speed up and get heavier. Jack looked concerned.
"Are you gonna be alright? You're breathin' hard." I nodded. I couldn't think of an excuse.
"Oh… uh… well I-" the sensation made all my muscles tighten and in one instant of bliss it was over. I felt much better. Jack looked really worried.
"Ah…. Nevermind. I'm all better." I sighed. Jack laughed.
"It almost sounded like you were havin' an-" he stopped in mid-sentence.
"A what?"
"Um. Nevermind."