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Skaggs and Scree!!

Newsies Again

Chapter Fourteen;;

You have Pissed the King Off-fa-fa

(Jeff Dunham!!)

The next morning, when I woke up, I felt absolutely... let down. What if this really was a dream and none of this was happening? What if Danielle, Reanna, my mom and I really were dead and this was just in my brain playing tricks on me? But how could I be dreaming this if I was dead? Great now I was just confusing myself. I always did that. Even with my fanfiction back home. I had started writing a story, and then added it in with another one of my stories and Danielle's as well. It was this girl named Hollis, who was me, and Spice, Danielle, who were newgirls back in 1898, before the strike ever happened. Hollis was this girl who wouldn't stand to have someone to love but somehow found Spot, while Spice was with Mush. Both girl ended up dying, leaving two heart broken boys behind. Then, a few months after the strike, Spot got stabbed in a fight and woke up in 2009 in Fresno, California... then this huge adventure happened. I looked just like Hollis and this just confused the hell out of Spot and then... something happened and Spot woke up back in Brooklyn. Then, in Danielle's story, Danielle and I end up getting hurt and waking up New York, 1899. Everyone but Spot thinks we're Hollis and Spice, and I have Jack and Spot fighting over me, while Danielle has Mush, my twin brother, who really doesn't exist, and Spot's younger brother. How strange... Maybe that's how I thought this one up.

But when I woke up, I felt Spot's warm breath against my cheek, and when I opened my eyes, Spot's stormy blue eyes were looking down on me.

"How is ya feelin' dis moinin', Di'ya?" Spot asked me, his gentle fingers brushing my hair out of my eyes.

"Pretty good... you?" I mumbled, yawning.

I felt his shoulders shrug underneath me and I smiled, burying my face into his neck.

"What time is it?" I mumbled. No body but us were up; I could tell by all the snores I heard around me.

"Early." Oh that really helped.

Kloppy's steps echoed up the staircase and I sighed lightly, rolling away from Spot and off the bed.

I suddenly remembered one of the scenes that happened while I was between a cold sleep and awakeness; where did Danielle sleep?

I glanced on the top bunk where Reanna had the pillow over her head to drown out Kloppman's words, but there was no Danielle. Maybe..?

I glanced between the top bed and the bottom one over at Races bed. There she was, the little red head; curled up in a little ball at Race's side. Both slept peacefully, despite the yelling and groans around them.

A playful grin reached my face as I walked around my bunk bed and stood in front of them, a chuckle escaping my lips as I tickled Danielle's pale foot. I knew how much she hated that.

"Gosh guys, get a room!" I crowed when Danielle opened her gray blue eyes.

Both Race and Danielle's faces began to redden as other boys getting up began to whistle and cat call. Boys...

Still chuckling, I began to walk towards the wash room. Before reaching it, I paused. I didn't really feel like looking into a mirror after what had happened. I almost considered going out looking like I did, but decided to man up and get in there. My reflection was fine. Until I looked down at my clothing. That dress. I was about to scream in complete anguish. I did not want to go out selling papers in a dress.

Before I could even utter a squeak, my white shirt, undershirt, purple suspenders, pants and boots were held in front of my face by none other than Spot. Grabbing my clothes graciously, I gave Spot a kiss on his cheek.

"You're a life saver." I told him, letting out my breath that I was going to use for screaming.

"Do't tank me." Spot said, although I could see in his eyes that he enjoyed the kiss, "Tank Skittery. When I'se asked if 'nyone wuld go gittem foah youse, he volunteered in a hea't beat (heart beat)."

I gave him a quick smile and nodded before I slipped into one of the stalls and changed, folding the dress up to give to Medda when ever I saw her.

I left the stall and wash room behind, tossing the nice dress on my bed before I searched for Skittery. I found him sitting on his bed, lacing up his last shoe. He wore his normal clothing: dark pants, suspenders, pink underwear half buttoned up, but his hat was still hanging on his bed post.

I took the brown hat in my hands, fingering it lightly while I looked at Skittery. He hadn't noticed me yet, and continued to tie his shoe. Once he stood up though, his dark brown eyes caught mine.

"Oh... ya feelin' bettah?" His asked me, chewing on the inside of his lip and scratching the side of his head with his dirty fingers.

"Thanks Skittery. You know, for getting my clothes?" I said, looking down at his hat awkwardly.

"Who told youse?" Skittery asked me casually. I looked up from his hat.

"Spot..." I knew that would just get him mad. It did.

"Spot dis, Spot dat. Wut da hell, Misfit?" He growled, his hands flying into the air.

"Skittery!" I smacked him in the chest with his hat, "I'm sorry, ok? What can I do? Nobody can choose who to love! It just happens! It might have been here-" I motioned between the two of us "-but sometimes something powerful comes along, and one of those days, it's going to come for you Skittery."

Going up on my tip toes, even though I still wasn't tall enough, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders hugging him tightly. He stood there for a second before his long arms wrapped gently around my stomach, which was as low as he could reach without falling on me, and hugged me back.

Pulling back, I put his hat on for him.

"I need to talk with you, Racetrack and Mush today. Before we go striking at the center. Tibby's ok?" He nodded his head gently before I turned around, searching for Spot. I had gotten an idea. Since Danielle was with Race and Reanna was with Mush, Mush and Race needed to know where we really came from, and seeing as Skittery was part of the "family", he could know too.

I told Danielle and Reanna to bring the two of them to Tibby's as Spot and I left the lodging house.

"Should we really tell them?" Reanna asked, glancing back over her shoulder into the building.

"I think we should. They have a right. They love you, don't they?" I asked them.

"Well what about Skittery?" Reanna asked me, her eyebrow raised only slightly.

"Because." Was my only answer before Spot and I left.

When we got to Tibby's we sat down at a large booth, big enough to fit Danielle, Race, Mush, Reanna, Skittery, Spot and I.

Spot and I ordered drinks, sitting next to each other silently for a few moments.

"So wut happen's now? Or aren't ya gonna tell me?" Spot asked me, casually slipped his arm around my waist.

"I can't tell you Spot. I can't change everything that's going to happen, or God might decide to take me out of this wonderful little dream, and you wouldn't want that, right?" I was really joking with him, but I still couldn't tell him that Jack was going to go scab on him. It would change things. Bad.

Spot let out a sigh, shaking his head.

"I'll nevah be able ta undahstand ya, Di'ya." He told me, his arm leaving my waist to come up to my shoulders before he pulled me into a side hug.

"Fine by me." I smirked.

Then they started arriving. First Reanna, Mush, Race and Danielle, and then Skittery a few minutes later.

We all sat around the table silently for a few moments after ordering, Race, Mush and Skittery wondering what this whole thing was about while Spot, Danielle, Reanna and I were figuring out in our minds how to tell them.

"Ok..." I started, "You guys know how the three of us are from California, right?"

The three of them nodded, and I could see in their eyes that they were curious as to why Spot already knew what was happening.

"Well... this is going to sound crazy, but Danielle, Reanna and I are from the future. Two thousand nine, actually..." If they took it as well as Spot did, I'd be happy, although I wasn't getting my hopes up.

Skittery's brown eyes widened tremendously, Mush's mouth had fallen open slightly, and realization hit Race.

"Dat 'xplain's da clothes!" Racetrack muttered, nodding his head to himself. Look out folks: we've got a bright one here.

I decided to go on.

"You see... what's happening right here is actually a movie. There really isn't a Racetrack Higgins, or Mush Meyers or Skittery, or even Spot Conlon. Actually, no; halfway scratch that. There really was a newsboys strike, but then some guy named Kenny Ortega made a movie after it called Newsies. You're-" I pointed to Skittery "-actually an actor named Michael Goorjian. You-" I pointed to Race "-are some insanely famous actor who can dance and sing named Max Casella, and you-" Last was Mush "-are a guy named Aaron Lohr. Uhh..." Trying to explain this was giving me a headache, "So... yeah. This is a movie and I know exactly everything that's going to hap-"

Naw shit. Not smart. Telling Spot that I knew what was going to happen was a fail, so now I've told all of them? Bright move, Misfit... Bright move.

"Do we win?" Mush immediately asked.

"-But." I tried to continue, "I can't tell you guys what's going to happen. Say if I told Spot that the riot at Medda's was going to happen-"

"Chu knew 'bout dat!?" Racetrack hissed, "We coulda kept Medda and youse guys safe an' you didn't tell us!?" Race -despite the fact that he was at a booth- stood up, glaring down at me with hard fire in his eyes.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I couldn't, once again, but before I could utter a sound, Spot was on his feet as well.

"Do't give 'er shit 'bout dat Race. I 'lready tried. But she said dat if da riot di'n't happen at Medda's den sometin' taday wouldn't happen... an' it's impotent. Right?" Spot glanced down to me and I nodded before looking back to Race.

"We all knew it was coming Race..." Danielle told him, putting a pale hand on his arm as he sat back down.

Racetrack's big brown eyes looked at her carefully.

"So... yosue would raddah die den tewl me wut's gunna happen?" Race asked in a sort of awe.

"We're not going to die, Racetrack. No body does." Danielle argued.

"But now dat yoah heah... couldn't dat change wut happens?" Race asked.

But none of us really had an answer.

"An' Spot knew 'bout dis befoah us? Why?" Mush asked curiously from Reanna's side.

"Long story, no time." I muttered, pushing Spot against Skittery to try and get them out of the booth, "We gotta go. Now. That important thing's coming..."

we made it to the Distribution Center in no time, and it was already crowded with the Manhattaners, and a few boys that must have been newsies who had homes. So we pushed our way to the front, and although Reanna, Danielle and I were getting curious looks from Spot, Skittery, Race and Mush, they didn't press us. Good.

In no time, one of the wagons was exiting the center, and everyone started to chant, "Stop da woild, no moah papes!" over and over again.

Once the wagon had made it through the screaming newsboys, and girls, David was screaming at Race for help. Never really understood what that was about in the movie. Guess I never would.

Spot pushed between them, leaving my side, to try and make a couple of boys stop fighting.

"'Ey, 'ey, 'ey. Break it up, break it up." He told them, shoving them apart. Oh boy...

Looking up from behind him, I saw Jack coming through the crowd of scabbers.

Spot paused, looking towards the scabbers.

"'Ey.... 'ey Ra- Race." Spot stuttered, turning around to grab Race's shoulder and pull him over, "Race come heah..."

"Yeah?" Race asked, looking a bit confused.

Everybody was trying to see what Spot saw now.

"Tewl me I'm jus' seein' tings. Jus'... jus' tewl me I'm seein' tings..." Spot sounded so different when he was unsure... it actually kind of pulled my heart.

"No you ain't seein' tings..." Race sounded kind of sour, "Dat's Jack."

"But he's dressed like a scabbah!" Spot argued as other boys around us starting talking out.

Mush left Reanna's side, his face dropped in complete awe.

"Jack, lookit me, will ya? Common it's me, Mush! Lookit me, whata ya doin' Jack!?" Mush had walked up to the cops that separated us newsies from the distribution center, but they pushed him back into the crowd, Reanna grabbed his side and holding on to him.

"Dis ain't happenin'! Dis can't be happenin'! Wut ah ya doin' Jack!? Common-" Kid Blink had started up after Mush, also going up to the bulls, only to be shoved back.

Boot's said something next about his clothes, but I couldn't hear him over the other boys around me. And then Spot. Spot stared at where Jack stood, the bare part of his chest rising and falling, a wild look in his eyes.

"Mistah Pulitzah picked 'em out his self!" Weasel said, fingering Jack's gray suit. Oh sigh..."Special gift foah a special new employee."

Everyone, even maybe myself, screaming in protest as Jack stood there with a solemn look on his face.

"Look at 'im in his liddle suit." Race snarled from in front of the police, glaring over at Jack. Danielle tried to put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off, "Ya dum! I'll soak ya! Ya fake!"

Spot ran for the police, getting caught by two of them, cane in hand as he swung it around.

"Lemme get my hands dirty!" He cried, "Come her ya dirty, rotten scabbah!"

He screamed the words as the rest of the boys pried him from the police. Pulling free of the Manhattan boys with such a force, I was afraid, he stalked over me, a dark gleam in his eyes. At that moment, I knew I needed to do something. I turned to Danielle who stood silently at my side.

"When David goes to Jack. Tell him you and Reanna and me aren't mad. Tell him he needs to figure it out. Tell him Sarah needs him-" I didn't really have much more to say, but either way, I was pushed forward by a rampaging Spot, who grabbed my shoulder and started to drag me away.

"Spot-" I gasped as my shirt dug into my neck.

Spot turned to me, rage boiling in his eyes. I didn't take Spot to be a man to hit a girl, but in that moment, I knew I was wrong. In that moment, I was deathly afraid of Spot. Shutting my mouth, I stumbled along with him. Through Manhattan, across the bridge and back to the Brooklyn Lodging House. Once up the stairs and in his room, he finally released my throbbing wrist and went to his bed, flopping down onto it and facing the wall, chucking his hat, cane and slingshot at the chair that stood in the corner.

Gingerly rubbing my wrist, I walked carefully over to where he lay, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Youse coulda told me dat me own friend would turn traitah on me!" Spot snarled, jerking to a sitting position to glare at me. I flinched back, holding my wrist to my body. His dark eyes flashed down to my hands momentarily, showing a flash of guilt before the wall of ice returned to his eyes. Crawling out around me, Spot stood, looking down on me.

"Do't leave my room unless ya ask me. An' if ya try, I swear, Di'ya, youse'll have hell ta pay foah." Spot said sourly, turning towards the door.

"Is that an order?" I hissed through my teeth. What was his problem??

"Yeah, it is. An' if ya decided not ta listen ta me, and ya leave dis room, I sweah, Ise'll-"

"You'll what Spot?" I asked him harshly, standing as well. We was letting this get to his head, "You'll lock me here? You'll put me in the refuge? You can't do that to me Spot. You have to understand what Jack's doing-!"

"Oh, dat's right. Give Jacky-boy his space for a few days? The liddle fuckah let me down. He let all of us down! He let you down Di'ya! How can youse accept dat... dat-" Spot was at a lot for words.

"Because he has nothing to fight for! Don't you see!?" I screamed, my hands balling into fists, "All he has are a few cents and a couple of boys that look up to him; maybe even Sarah, but..." I chocked, finally feeling for Jack, "He only has his dreams."

Spot stared at me silently, his mouth a pale line, his eyes hard.

I sighed, releasing the grip in my hands.

"If you're going to lock me in here, at least send Slip up here..." I muttered, turning around to stare at the bed in front of me. I was hoping for something to happen; anything. Except for what really happened. Spot left, closing the door softly behind him, and a few minutes later, there was a small knock at the door and in came Slip. The rest of the day I told him stories, we talked, we got to know each other better... And I have to say, we grew pretty close. He was a sweet little thing, and I took to him like I would a brother. But Spot never once came back. I really didn't know what he was planning. At night, once Slip had left for bed and I lay awake, waiting for my little fantasies to come and great me, Spot came in silently and slipped into the bed. Not once I touched him, and he didn't touch me. It was a very long night.

Aw, already relationship problem!! ~Tear~

But have no fear! It clears up eventually. I'd love some reviews, though!

No body seems Mary Sue-ish, right?? I don't think so, but it's my own writing, so...

And GUESS WHAT!?!?!?

I got RED SUSPENDERS!!!

~Is Giddy~

They're so cool. Now I'm a complete member of the Spot Conlon fan club!

Now all I need it that cabbie hat I asked for!!

Merry Christmas if I don't get anything up before hand!!

~Scree

(And Happy Brithday to my friend Gabriel!! {From the past chapter})