Heyhey! Chapter Four, here it is! WooWho! Hold for a second while I have a coughing fit. OK, I'm here. Sorry, I was just dying from second hand smoke and had to go bitch-slap Rich and tell him to get out of my living room. He's such a….erg….anyways on with the story. Thanks to umm….. These ppl for reviewing my last chappie, here they be!
Chelci- mucho thanks to my most devoted reviewer. *sniffs* you're great. You get a surprise in this chappie. Yayayayay! roflmao
Feisty- thankye for the review! All reviewers are loved in this happy newsie family. Ya never know, if u keep reviewing, ya mite get a surprise to!
Ok, I just read that over and it sounded REALLY sick. Lol. Anyways, here's chapter 4! Yayayayayayay! Roflmao again! BTW: this chap mite b a bit long…so deal!
Chapter Four: We're off to see Manhattan
AN: sry, here's what I wanted for the title, but it's too long. We're off to see Manhattan, to wondrous Manhattan we go! You know, like the wizard of Oz song: we're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz.
I yawned and leaned on Caleb as we were attempting to walk to Manhattan. After a half an hour, we finally made it to the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Gosh goil. Can't ya speed up the process a little bit?" complained Spot.
"No, and *yawn* if ya complain one more *yawn* time I will bitch-slap you again," I said, fighting sleep. My mind could only focus on one perk when we would get to Manhattan. Coffee.
"Ha! So you admit it. You are a bitch," said Spot.
"If I were you I wouldn't call me a bitch and focus on our destination thank you very *yawn* much," I replied to Spots not-so-appreciated comment. I tripped over goodness knows what and had to catch myself or I would have gone flying over the railing and taken a bit of a swim in the East River. (AN: it is the East River right? I think I read that somewhere)
"That's it kiddo," said Spot, who in a sudden display of unneeded, undeserved, unwanted affection, picked me up and threw me over his bony, bony shoulder.
I was having trouble breathing, and in a moment of mental weakness, probably from lack of air, decided to get myself into more leader trouble. "Do….not…call….me….kiddo….and…..put….me...DOWN!" I managed to get out between attempts for getting oxygen. And seeing as he would not cater to my wishes, I kneed him in the stomach, therefore forcing him to drop me. I landed hard. On my butt. That was about as pleasant as about 6 of Spot's bony shoulders poking into my stomach at one time. "OoOoOoO….that sucked major," I said attempting to get up and try to lessen the pain of my butt. Spot was trying to nurse his stomach wound.
"Why the hell didja do that?" he asked between gasps for air. He finally stood upright and seemed to be fine. I still wasn't.
"Ya think you hurt? Ya dropped me on my butt! The bone is hurting me major!" as soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I was in for one, if not many comments from hormonal teenage boys. At least one of them knew how to keep their mouths shut. Thank God it was Caleb to, because I don't think I could hurt him too bad.
"Want me to rub it for you?" asked Spot with a smirk on his face.
"Why I never….ok, sometimes," I said before slapping him again. I kept walking without looking back, Caleb followed me, after I heard him say,
"Ya asked for that one Spot." I laughed to myself. You can never have enough good friends AJ, never enough good friends. Caleb caught up to me and put his arm around me, probably more as an act to keep me from taking an ice-cold East River swim then as an act of loOoOooOve. I'm only kidding, me and Caleb don't see each other like that.
Soon Spot caught up to us and we walked for awhile in silence. Soon I saw Spot throwing Caleb threatening glares. I gave him a questioning look and he just shrugged.
Soon Spot announced our arrival at some little restaurant named Tibby's.
"We have arrived. This little restaurant is named Tibby's," (AN: sorry, I just HAD to) Spot said with a Vana White move to display the sign (AN agin: I kno Vana White wasn't there back then, and I doubt Spot would do that…but w/e J) I gave him a one-eyebrow-up look, then walked past him into the restaurant.
I gazed at the sight, and boy were there sights. Wooo….you think Brooklyn has hot newsies? Well, it's cuz they do, but Manhattan had some pretty fine ones too. I gazed around and then Spot came in a was greeted loudly. He spit-shook with a boy that I remembered to be Jack from the newsie rally way back when the strike was. "Soo….whatcha doin over here in Manhattan Spot?" asked Jack.
"Well, I got a new newsie, and since me and me boys suck at everything, including nicknaming, I brought her to you boys," said Spot.
"Her? Ya gotta a girl newsie now too?" asked Jack.
"Yeah, they do, and it's me, AJ," I said, butting into the pleasantries.
"Hiya, AJ, me names Jack Kelly, strike leader. You may know me from things such as the Newsies Rally, the New York Sun article, and---" he started, but was cut off by a pretty blonde girl sitting next to a blonde boy with an eye patch who had his arm around her.
"Spare her Jack. Hi AJ, I'm Eyes," she said holding out her hand, which I shook. I smiled at her. She seemed nice enough.
"I was almost done Eyes! Ya always cut me off at the best part," Jack whined, "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted: and the co-author of The Newsies Banner. I am currently single and available after dropping that bitch Sarah, and I would value your current address greatly." he finished, and I gave him my infamous one-eyebrow-up look.
"Down boy, down, we only need you for a nickname Jacky," said Spot, almost threateningly, but he covered it up by a smirk. What is with this….jealousy?
AN: hey ever1! Sry i didn't get this chap out exactly when i wanted to, but i went to see spiderman again, and boy do i have a headache. I went with my sister, her b/f, Pat, and Nikki, and Josh (my sister's b/f) LOVES Sheryl Crowe, i don't dislike her, i'm indifferent, but after 45 minutes of "Soak Up the Sun" pounding in your ears, you sorta get a headache. lol. well, here it is! P.S.- i didn't get this out till this morning....sry...i wrote the b4 the P.S. last night, but w/e, here's your chapter neways
Chelci- mucho thanks to my most devoted reviewer. *sniffs* you're great. You get a surprise in this chappie. Yayayayay! roflmao
Feisty- thankye for the review! All reviewers are loved in this happy newsie family. Ya never know, if u keep reviewing, ya mite get a surprise to!
Ok, I just read that over and it sounded REALLY sick. Lol. Anyways, here's chapter 4! Yayayayayayay! Roflmao again! BTW: this chap mite b a bit long…so deal!
Chapter Four: We're off to see Manhattan
AN: sry, here's what I wanted for the title, but it's too long. We're off to see Manhattan, to wondrous Manhattan we go! You know, like the wizard of Oz song: we're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz.
I yawned and leaned on Caleb as we were attempting to walk to Manhattan. After a half an hour, we finally made it to the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Gosh goil. Can't ya speed up the process a little bit?" complained Spot.
"No, and *yawn* if ya complain one more *yawn* time I will bitch-slap you again," I said, fighting sleep. My mind could only focus on one perk when we would get to Manhattan. Coffee.
"Ha! So you admit it. You are a bitch," said Spot.
"If I were you I wouldn't call me a bitch and focus on our destination thank you very *yawn* much," I replied to Spots not-so-appreciated comment. I tripped over goodness knows what and had to catch myself or I would have gone flying over the railing and taken a bit of a swim in the East River. (AN: it is the East River right? I think I read that somewhere)
"That's it kiddo," said Spot, who in a sudden display of unneeded, undeserved, unwanted affection, picked me up and threw me over his bony, bony shoulder.
I was having trouble breathing, and in a moment of mental weakness, probably from lack of air, decided to get myself into more leader trouble. "Do….not…call….me….kiddo….and…..put….me...DOWN!" I managed to get out between attempts for getting oxygen. And seeing as he would not cater to my wishes, I kneed him in the stomach, therefore forcing him to drop me. I landed hard. On my butt. That was about as pleasant as about 6 of Spot's bony shoulders poking into my stomach at one time. "OoOoOoO….that sucked major," I said attempting to get up and try to lessen the pain of my butt. Spot was trying to nurse his stomach wound.
"Why the hell didja do that?" he asked between gasps for air. He finally stood upright and seemed to be fine. I still wasn't.
"Ya think you hurt? Ya dropped me on my butt! The bone is hurting me major!" as soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I was in for one, if not many comments from hormonal teenage boys. At least one of them knew how to keep their mouths shut. Thank God it was Caleb to, because I don't think I could hurt him too bad.
"Want me to rub it for you?" asked Spot with a smirk on his face.
"Why I never….ok, sometimes," I said before slapping him again. I kept walking without looking back, Caleb followed me, after I heard him say,
"Ya asked for that one Spot." I laughed to myself. You can never have enough good friends AJ, never enough good friends. Caleb caught up to me and put his arm around me, probably more as an act to keep me from taking an ice-cold East River swim then as an act of loOoOooOve. I'm only kidding, me and Caleb don't see each other like that.
Soon Spot caught up to us and we walked for awhile in silence. Soon I saw Spot throwing Caleb threatening glares. I gave him a questioning look and he just shrugged.
Soon Spot announced our arrival at some little restaurant named Tibby's.
"We have arrived. This little restaurant is named Tibby's," (AN: sorry, I just HAD to) Spot said with a Vana White move to display the sign (AN agin: I kno Vana White wasn't there back then, and I doubt Spot would do that…but w/e J) I gave him a one-eyebrow-up look, then walked past him into the restaurant.
I gazed at the sight, and boy were there sights. Wooo….you think Brooklyn has hot newsies? Well, it's cuz they do, but Manhattan had some pretty fine ones too. I gazed around and then Spot came in a was greeted loudly. He spit-shook with a boy that I remembered to be Jack from the newsie rally way back when the strike was. "Soo….whatcha doin over here in Manhattan Spot?" asked Jack.
"Well, I got a new newsie, and since me and me boys suck at everything, including nicknaming, I brought her to you boys," said Spot.
"Her? Ya gotta a girl newsie now too?" asked Jack.
"Yeah, they do, and it's me, AJ," I said, butting into the pleasantries.
"Hiya, AJ, me names Jack Kelly, strike leader. You may know me from things such as the Newsies Rally, the New York Sun article, and---" he started, but was cut off by a pretty blonde girl sitting next to a blonde boy with an eye patch who had his arm around her.
"Spare her Jack. Hi AJ, I'm Eyes," she said holding out her hand, which I shook. I smiled at her. She seemed nice enough.
"I was almost done Eyes! Ya always cut me off at the best part," Jack whined, "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted: and the co-author of The Newsies Banner. I am currently single and available after dropping that bitch Sarah, and I would value your current address greatly." he finished, and I gave him my infamous one-eyebrow-up look.
"Down boy, down, we only need you for a nickname Jacky," said Spot, almost threateningly, but he covered it up by a smirk. What is with this….jealousy?
AN: hey ever1! Sry i didn't get this chap out exactly when i wanted to, but i went to see spiderman again, and boy do i have a headache. I went with my sister, her b/f, Pat, and Nikki, and Josh (my sister's b/f) LOVES Sheryl Crowe, i don't dislike her, i'm indifferent, but after 45 minutes of "Soak Up the Sun" pounding in your ears, you sorta get a headache. lol. well, here it is! P.S.- i didn't get this out till this morning....sry...i wrote the b4 the P.S. last night, but w/e, here's your chapter neways