Hehe, so did you like those other chappies? I know Chelci got mad, and now hates Despot….lol. Here's a SO b/c I sent Chelci chappies 9 and 10 b/c she had the common courtesy to ask. Lolololololol
Chelci~ lol. AJ's awesome. So are you……lol….so that's questionable. You just wanna kick some more ass don't you? No, I don't think I say it enough. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. See? I still consider myself lacking in the fuck department. Lolololol.
Chapter 11
A week had passed and no word for the realm of the Brooklynese. I had tried my best to forget, busying myself with my job (a newsie) my boyfriend, my friends, my sudden urges for academia, I had picked up reading as a hobby, and my favorite were Mark Twain novels. I didn't spend to much of my time in the attic anymore. I avoided any contact with it all costs. Although it held fond memories, it also made me think to much. And when I think, my thoughts turn to Spot. And when I think about Spot, my heart subconsciously skips a beat. And another thing I don't want to face is that Scandal keeps saying he loves me. Somehow, I always find away around it, but he always has this hurt look on his face. How can I tell him that I'm not in love with him? It makes me feel so bad. I need some time to think. Really think. Alone. In Brooklyn they'll leave me alone. Hmmmm…..
~°~
It was the middle of the night and I was up. I silently slid off of Scandal's bunk where I had fallen asleep talking to him. Mostly about nothing, but he had let me stay. I looked at him. His eyelids flickered open and I sighed.
"Were are you going?" he whispered.
"Bathroom. Now go back to sleep," I whispered back, and slipped into the washroom. I hated lying to him. It, along with other things I was about to do, mad me feel bad. I gathered up my stuff. When I came back out I was praying he'd be back asleep, and he was. I put my stuff in my bag, and tiptoed over to Bandit's bunk. I shook him awake, he was a light sleeper.
"What'dya want?" he asked.
"We have to go back to Brooklyn. Now," I whispered. "I'll get Caleb, and you tell Jack we're leaving. We have to go now." He had a confused look on his face, but he nodded and silently slipped off his bunk. I tiptoed over to Caleb's bunk.
I shook him but he didn't wake. I whispered his name. No response. It's like he's dead. I closed his mouth and plugged his nose. That got him up. "What're ya tryin to do? Kill me?" he whispered.
"Well, it's an idea. But, no. We're going to Brooklyn, get your ass outta bed," I whispered then walked away. I was stopped before I left the LH though. Eyes alerted me from her position in bed with Blink.
"Where're you goin?" she whispered, which in turn, wakened Blink. He kissed her cheek but she swiped his face away gently. He looked hurt and she laughed at him.
"You're cold," said Blink.
"Why thank you," smiled Eyes.
"I'm leaving. Going to Brooklyn. Visit me sometimes. Bring me something nice. Just don't bring Scandal. To much emotional attachment," I muttered before exiting the LH. In five minutes we were on our way to Brooklyn.
We reached Brooklyn just as the streaks of light cut across the cold sky. We slipped into the Brooklyn LH and sat down on the chairs and couches of the lobby to catch a few Zs before everyone else got up.
My eyelids had just fluttered shut when I felt someone's presence hovering over me and I opened my eyes to the unwelcoming face of Spot.
"What's this?" he asked. I was the only one awake, and not awake enough to think up a good answer.
"Honey, I'm home," I said sarcastically. "Now leave me alone."
"Not yet babe. I've got someone I want you to meet."
"Who? Your new girlfriend?" I yawned and rubbed my eyes. He stepped aside.
"Nope, no girlfriend--" he started.
"And I was just starting to get my luck back---ok that's a lie," I cut in.
"Shut up AJ. This is Assassin Cloudion. She's new here," he said, indicating to a girl who had red hair, down to her ankles, braided with a knife stuck in the end--so far I wasn't impressed, but then again it's the morning and it takes a lot to impress Angela Johnston--she had eyes like jade, and was thin, but well built. I yawned. So far nothing in my life as a newsie had impressed me.
"Name's AJ. AJ Jonhston," I yawned again and stuck out my hand.
"Hello," she said.
"No you leave me alone, Spot Conlon, and take yer lil friend, and go sell your lil papes, and leave me to sleep," I sad and lowered my head back onto the couch, and sunk into oblivion.
Did ya like it? Well review for me…lalalala….and I'll be happy forever and ever! Luv ya and review review review!
~Rachel
Chelci~ lol. AJ's awesome. So are you……lol….so that's questionable. You just wanna kick some more ass don't you? No, I don't think I say it enough. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. See? I still consider myself lacking in the fuck department. Lolololol.
Chapter 11
A week had passed and no word for the realm of the Brooklynese. I had tried my best to forget, busying myself with my job (a newsie) my boyfriend, my friends, my sudden urges for academia, I had picked up reading as a hobby, and my favorite were Mark Twain novels. I didn't spend to much of my time in the attic anymore. I avoided any contact with it all costs. Although it held fond memories, it also made me think to much. And when I think, my thoughts turn to Spot. And when I think about Spot, my heart subconsciously skips a beat. And another thing I don't want to face is that Scandal keeps saying he loves me. Somehow, I always find away around it, but he always has this hurt look on his face. How can I tell him that I'm not in love with him? It makes me feel so bad. I need some time to think. Really think. Alone. In Brooklyn they'll leave me alone. Hmmmm…..
~°~
It was the middle of the night and I was up. I silently slid off of Scandal's bunk where I had fallen asleep talking to him. Mostly about nothing, but he had let me stay. I looked at him. His eyelids flickered open and I sighed.
"Were are you going?" he whispered.
"Bathroom. Now go back to sleep," I whispered back, and slipped into the washroom. I hated lying to him. It, along with other things I was about to do, mad me feel bad. I gathered up my stuff. When I came back out I was praying he'd be back asleep, and he was. I put my stuff in my bag, and tiptoed over to Bandit's bunk. I shook him awake, he was a light sleeper.
"What'dya want?" he asked.
"We have to go back to Brooklyn. Now," I whispered. "I'll get Caleb, and you tell Jack we're leaving. We have to go now." He had a confused look on his face, but he nodded and silently slipped off his bunk. I tiptoed over to Caleb's bunk.
I shook him but he didn't wake. I whispered his name. No response. It's like he's dead. I closed his mouth and plugged his nose. That got him up. "What're ya tryin to do? Kill me?" he whispered.
"Well, it's an idea. But, no. We're going to Brooklyn, get your ass outta bed," I whispered then walked away. I was stopped before I left the LH though. Eyes alerted me from her position in bed with Blink.
"Where're you goin?" she whispered, which in turn, wakened Blink. He kissed her cheek but she swiped his face away gently. He looked hurt and she laughed at him.
"You're cold," said Blink.
"Why thank you," smiled Eyes.
"I'm leaving. Going to Brooklyn. Visit me sometimes. Bring me something nice. Just don't bring Scandal. To much emotional attachment," I muttered before exiting the LH. In five minutes we were on our way to Brooklyn.
We reached Brooklyn just as the streaks of light cut across the cold sky. We slipped into the Brooklyn LH and sat down on the chairs and couches of the lobby to catch a few Zs before everyone else got up.
My eyelids had just fluttered shut when I felt someone's presence hovering over me and I opened my eyes to the unwelcoming face of Spot.
"What's this?" he asked. I was the only one awake, and not awake enough to think up a good answer.
"Honey, I'm home," I said sarcastically. "Now leave me alone."
"Not yet babe. I've got someone I want you to meet."
"Who? Your new girlfriend?" I yawned and rubbed my eyes. He stepped aside.
"Nope, no girlfriend--" he started.
"And I was just starting to get my luck back---ok that's a lie," I cut in.
"Shut up AJ. This is Assassin Cloudion. She's new here," he said, indicating to a girl who had red hair, down to her ankles, braided with a knife stuck in the end--so far I wasn't impressed, but then again it's the morning and it takes a lot to impress Angela Johnston--she had eyes like jade, and was thin, but well built. I yawned. So far nothing in my life as a newsie had impressed me.
"Name's AJ. AJ Jonhston," I yawned again and stuck out my hand.
"Hello," she said.
"No you leave me alone, Spot Conlon, and take yer lil friend, and go sell your lil papes, and leave me to sleep," I sad and lowered my head back onto the couch, and sunk into oblivion.
Did ya like it? Well review for me…lalalala….and I'll be happy forever and ever! Luv ya and review review review!
~Rachel