THIS CHAPPIE IS DEDICATED TO CHELCI! WHO KICKED ME IN THE BUTT (NOT LITERALLY) AND GOT ME GOING, SO YOU ALL COULD ENJOY THIS CHAPPIE IN IT'S WONDERFULNESS. HEHE. LUV YA GOILIE! YOU ROCK! HEHE.
Hello everybody! And welcome to (drum roll please) chapter 13! Woohoo! This will be a lovely chapter because 13 is the bestest number EVER! Hehe. Anyways this is the chapter I will be introducing two new ½ made-up ½ real people….so…they are after Adam Landis (Spurt) and Dean Heller (Pal) heh-heh the nns are inside jokes…but, o well. Oh, and I'm putting myself in the story! Yes me, Timber Tarleton…hehe. I know you want to read the story so I'll stop babbling. Wait---the reviewers: Loud Mouth, Mondie, and Chelci….gets your friends to review! I need more! I'm thinking of quitting after this story….im not getting the reviews…*sniff* it makes me sad. Anywhoz…
"Don't you people ever do anything?" I yelled, coming into the bunkroom to find every single newsie doing what they always did. Sitting. Lying down. Being boring asses. (AN: donkeys Mondie. They're all donkeys) "All you do is sit around all day doing nothing! It's very not cool. Get up! Go outside! Run around the city! Harass the general public! I could care less what the heck you do just get out of here! NOW!" my lecture fell on deaf ears. All except the generally amused Spot. My glaring eyes looked into his dancing ones.
"Aight. Get up. Get out," yelled Spot, and he was immediately, although grudgingly obeyed. Once they were all out except for Spot. I turned my glare to him.
"Why don't they listen to me?" I asked. He pulled himself up into a sitting position and gestured me to come sit on his knee.
I came over and plopped in his lap. I grinned at his pained face. "Gosh, I don't weigh that much, do I?" I said sarcastically.
"Do me a favor and scoot a bit to the right" he said, obviously pained in doing so. Once he seemed relieved, he began talking. "Because you're a girl. Guys don't respect girls," he said simply. I waited about a minute for him to continue, saying how he thought it was wrong, or at least SOMETHING. But another word wasn't uttered from his lips.
"That's it? So what you're saying, is that men, including yourself, don't respect women, and therefore don't listen to them because they think that they're, well, you're better then us?" I said, and waited for him to disagree, say he wasn't like that, kiss me and say that he respected my thoughts and wishes. But nothing. "Well, what have you got to say for yourself?" I asked, getting up off his lap and looking him the face. His eyes refused to meet mine. He shrugged.
"That's just the way things are, love. Just come back here, sit on me again, and just accept life for the way it is." I glared at him. Deeply. His eyes glanced up to see mine for a matter of nanoseconds, then quickly shot away from my gaze.
Something inside me broke. Respect was something that I prided myself in, and now the man I love, or used to love told me that he didn't respect me. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. (AN: hehe Mondie, the camel. Spot the Camel) I remained calm to ask a question. One last question.
"Do you love me Spot?"
He looked me in the eyes, as if to see if I was serious. The fact that I was seemed to register. "Yes."
"Then why don't you respect me? How can you look me in the eyes, and first say that you don't respect me, and now say that you love me? That is a bold faced lie Conlon and you know it. I'm not going to stick around and listen to your shit about respecting you, if you don't respect me, or any other girl for that matter. You've been saying you love me for the past week or so, but the whole time (how stupid of me not to notice) you didn't show one ounce of respect for me. Scandal may have been clingy and annoying, but he respected my thoughts, wishes, the fact that I have a mind, and if you can't give me that same respect, then I'm not sure if you're worth my time of day."
Spot looked at me, shock and dismay registered on his face. "But…but…" he sputtered. "I…love you!"
"Save it for Oprah Conlon (AN: I KNOW they didn't have Oprah, I just love that line) I'm out of here." I turned on my heel and stormed out of the lodging house and into the newsie-filled streets of Brooklyn. In a blind rage I walked straight across the Brooklyn Bridge, and into Manhattan territory.
Somehow I ended up in Central Park and plopped down on a bench. "Damn Conlon…" I muttered to myself. I looked up to see a tall-ish girl with dark brown-maroon-ish hair and bright green eyes and tan skin walked toward me. She had a guy on each arm, they weren't familiar to me. Behind them walked Mondie and Mush, staring into each other's eyes and Eyes and Blink, laughing at each other, and pointing at random strangers and laughing at them too, for no reason. Anywhoz, the girl that I didn't know was pretty, with a slight build. The guy on her right was tall. He had tan skin, chocolate brown eyes, and brown hair. He had a serious build. The other guy had a fair build, and had an average tan. He had auburn and green eyes.
They seemed to notice me as if for the first game, and Eyes ran up to me yelling.
"HEY! What the hell are you doing in Manhattan? Did Spot finally drive you crazy? I swear that boy…" she said.
I just stared at her blankly. Blink strolled up. "Don't leave us hanging…why are you here?"
I blinked. Then my eyes scanned the crowd of people standing before me, and came back to Eyes and Blink. I stared blankly and blinked again. "Spot's a jackass." then I closed my mouth.
Eyes raised an eyebrow, but talked on. "We got some newbies, but hey, there's always a newbie or two. We got 3. This is Timber, this is Pal, and this is Spurt."
Timber forced the guys arms off her shoulders and waist, and spit in her hand and stuck it out. I did the same and we shook. I saw Spurt looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I did like how he was looking at me. He was hot though.
"Hi…umm…I'm Timber," said the girl. I glared at Spurt some.
"AJ Johnston," I said. Eyes gave me a suspicious look. Mondie, finally realizing that there were other people in the whole wide world besides Mush looked at me.
"You were the girl with Spot on top of you right?" she said. I rolled my eyes.
"Bad judgment moment, but yes," I said moodily. I still didn't like the way Spurt and Pal were eyeing me up.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I snapped at them. Taken aback, their heads snapped away from my general direction. I rolled my eyes. "Take me home," I said. People laughed at me and we started back in the direction of Manhattan.
Did ya like it? Hmm? Well, tell me NOW! Lol. Leave me a review and I'll be forever and ever and ever grateful! *smiles sweetly while clinging onto her Brian* ok…that's it for now! Lyl!
Rachel aka Maniac, and Timber, Timby, Timber-Limber-Spaz-O-Tastic, among others
Hello everybody! And welcome to (drum roll please) chapter 13! Woohoo! This will be a lovely chapter because 13 is the bestest number EVER! Hehe. Anyways this is the chapter I will be introducing two new ½ made-up ½ real people….so…they are after Adam Landis (Spurt) and Dean Heller (Pal) heh-heh the nns are inside jokes…but, o well. Oh, and I'm putting myself in the story! Yes me, Timber Tarleton…hehe. I know you want to read the story so I'll stop babbling. Wait---the reviewers: Loud Mouth, Mondie, and Chelci….gets your friends to review! I need more! I'm thinking of quitting after this story….im not getting the reviews…*sniff* it makes me sad. Anywhoz…
"Don't you people ever do anything?" I yelled, coming into the bunkroom to find every single newsie doing what they always did. Sitting. Lying down. Being boring asses. (AN: donkeys Mondie. They're all donkeys) "All you do is sit around all day doing nothing! It's very not cool. Get up! Go outside! Run around the city! Harass the general public! I could care less what the heck you do just get out of here! NOW!" my lecture fell on deaf ears. All except the generally amused Spot. My glaring eyes looked into his dancing ones.
"Aight. Get up. Get out," yelled Spot, and he was immediately, although grudgingly obeyed. Once they were all out except for Spot. I turned my glare to him.
"Why don't they listen to me?" I asked. He pulled himself up into a sitting position and gestured me to come sit on his knee.
I came over and plopped in his lap. I grinned at his pained face. "Gosh, I don't weigh that much, do I?" I said sarcastically.
"Do me a favor and scoot a bit to the right" he said, obviously pained in doing so. Once he seemed relieved, he began talking. "Because you're a girl. Guys don't respect girls," he said simply. I waited about a minute for him to continue, saying how he thought it was wrong, or at least SOMETHING. But another word wasn't uttered from his lips.
"That's it? So what you're saying, is that men, including yourself, don't respect women, and therefore don't listen to them because they think that they're, well, you're better then us?" I said, and waited for him to disagree, say he wasn't like that, kiss me and say that he respected my thoughts and wishes. But nothing. "Well, what have you got to say for yourself?" I asked, getting up off his lap and looking him the face. His eyes refused to meet mine. He shrugged.
"That's just the way things are, love. Just come back here, sit on me again, and just accept life for the way it is." I glared at him. Deeply. His eyes glanced up to see mine for a matter of nanoseconds, then quickly shot away from my gaze.
Something inside me broke. Respect was something that I prided myself in, and now the man I love, or used to love told me that he didn't respect me. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. (AN: hehe Mondie, the camel. Spot the Camel) I remained calm to ask a question. One last question.
"Do you love me Spot?"
He looked me in the eyes, as if to see if I was serious. The fact that I was seemed to register. "Yes."
"Then why don't you respect me? How can you look me in the eyes, and first say that you don't respect me, and now say that you love me? That is a bold faced lie Conlon and you know it. I'm not going to stick around and listen to your shit about respecting you, if you don't respect me, or any other girl for that matter. You've been saying you love me for the past week or so, but the whole time (how stupid of me not to notice) you didn't show one ounce of respect for me. Scandal may have been clingy and annoying, but he respected my thoughts, wishes, the fact that I have a mind, and if you can't give me that same respect, then I'm not sure if you're worth my time of day."
Spot looked at me, shock and dismay registered on his face. "But…but…" he sputtered. "I…love you!"
"Save it for Oprah Conlon (AN: I KNOW they didn't have Oprah, I just love that line) I'm out of here." I turned on my heel and stormed out of the lodging house and into the newsie-filled streets of Brooklyn. In a blind rage I walked straight across the Brooklyn Bridge, and into Manhattan territory.
Somehow I ended up in Central Park and plopped down on a bench. "Damn Conlon…" I muttered to myself. I looked up to see a tall-ish girl with dark brown-maroon-ish hair and bright green eyes and tan skin walked toward me. She had a guy on each arm, they weren't familiar to me. Behind them walked Mondie and Mush, staring into each other's eyes and Eyes and Blink, laughing at each other, and pointing at random strangers and laughing at them too, for no reason. Anywhoz, the girl that I didn't know was pretty, with a slight build. The guy on her right was tall. He had tan skin, chocolate brown eyes, and brown hair. He had a serious build. The other guy had a fair build, and had an average tan. He had auburn and green eyes.
They seemed to notice me as if for the first game, and Eyes ran up to me yelling.
"HEY! What the hell are you doing in Manhattan? Did Spot finally drive you crazy? I swear that boy…" she said.
I just stared at her blankly. Blink strolled up. "Don't leave us hanging…why are you here?"
I blinked. Then my eyes scanned the crowd of people standing before me, and came back to Eyes and Blink. I stared blankly and blinked again. "Spot's a jackass." then I closed my mouth.
Eyes raised an eyebrow, but talked on. "We got some newbies, but hey, there's always a newbie or two. We got 3. This is Timber, this is Pal, and this is Spurt."
Timber forced the guys arms off her shoulders and waist, and spit in her hand and stuck it out. I did the same and we shook. I saw Spurt looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I did like how he was looking at me. He was hot though.
"Hi…umm…I'm Timber," said the girl. I glared at Spurt some.
"AJ Johnston," I said. Eyes gave me a suspicious look. Mondie, finally realizing that there were other people in the whole wide world besides Mush looked at me.
"You were the girl with Spot on top of you right?" she said. I rolled my eyes.
"Bad judgment moment, but yes," I said moodily. I still didn't like the way Spurt and Pal were eyeing me up.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I snapped at them. Taken aback, their heads snapped away from my general direction. I rolled my eyes. "Take me home," I said. People laughed at me and we started back in the direction of Manhattan.
Did ya like it? Hmm? Well, tell me NOW! Lol. Leave me a review and I'll be forever and ever and ever grateful! *smiles sweetly while clinging onto her Brian* ok…that's it for now! Lyl!
Rachel aka Maniac, and Timber, Timby, Timber-Limber-Spaz-O-Tastic, among others