HEY YALL! I havent decided yet, but either this chapter or the next will be the last. *sniff sniff* I know, I know. But it will have a sequel. It's gonna be a time travel sequel with chars from The Outsiders in it. I love that book. Actually, only one char and he's not actually the same. He's a bit nicer. And I used Sodapop's name on a girl. She's my main char. Her, Dally, and her bff Savvy. Anywhoz…this chappie might be long cuz im gonna get all the chars I used involved in it. So yay. So if your in my story at all, then you'll be in this chappie, and an appearance of Alex from Mads and Alex will also take place. Hopefully it will be an interesting and fulfilling ending. Oh, and I got a new email it's lilsetofhorns@hotmail.com get it? Haha. It's cuz my friend calls me Lil Devil. Soo…
Thanks, love, and a newsie, whipped cream and chocolate syrup to:
~*~Alex
~*~Mondie
~*~Deuce Higgins
YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!!!!!
On With The Story…
~*~Third Person (this whole chapter)~*~
Spot paced up and down, twiddling his thumbs and biting his (sexy) lower lip. Bandit was sitting on Spot's bed. He flopped backwards. He was sick of listening to Spot complain. Caleb was still in a state of shock that AJ had left him in Brooklyn. Alone. He was sitting in a chair, slouching, his thumbs jammed into his pockets.
Spot was rambling on about respect and having to get AJ back. Bandit sat up. "Spot! If she means so much to you, go get her back!" Spot stopped pacing and lifted up his pointer finger, as if pointing to an invisible light bulb above his (beautiful) head.
"I got it!" said Spot. Bandit rolled his eyes. "I'll go and get her back!" Bandit groaned.
"Did I not just say that?"
Spot shrugged. "I'm going to Brooklyn to get AJ. Get off yer ass and come with me Caleb. C'mon Bandit." Caleb snapped out of his pouting.
"OK!" said Caleb.
~*~ Queens~*~
"What's your beef?" asked a black haired, black eyed, tan, well built, tall 19 year old sitting in a chair, black cowboy boots propped up on a coffee table. His name was Rifle, leader of the Queens newsies.
If you were anyone who's anyone that mattered, you knew to stay out of Queens, cuz when you matter, you're told things. And no good things come out of Queens. Most of this was due to Rifle. Rifle was a tough juvenile delinquent who treated his boys the same as he had been treated. He pushed them to the edge, and no one bothered to mess with Queens. The only ones who EVER went to Queens were Spot Conlon, Jack Kelly, Pistol O'Markley (leader of Harlem), Bear Liston (Bronx), and Fearless. And very rarely.
"What?" asked a confused Scandal.
"You heard me! WHATS WRONG WIT YAS?" yelled Rifle, then went back to playing with his switchblade. It was 10 inches long with a black handle. It was extremely expensive, but he had stolen it with his smooth talking and his namesake, which he had fondly dubbed Swift Sadie. No one was sure why.
"Ehhh shut up Rifle," said Fearless, who was her namesake. She could give a damn who Rifle was, and no one talked to her friends like that when she was around.
Scandal smiled at Fearless, while Rifle glared at her, "I dunno what I'm gonna do. You told me AJ's back in Manhattan, but you said she was going out with Spot. So I dunno what to do. Should I go back and get her back?"
Fearless digested his words. "You should at least try if you like her so much."
Scandal nodded. "Let's go."
Rifle got up. "No not you!" said Fearless.
Rifle put up his hands. "I have to see this. And I've been meaning to ease up on everyone. It wouldn't hurt to have alibis." Fearless rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say." and they headed out the door.
~*~Manhattan~*~
AJ was sitting on her old bunk, drinking a cup of tea, and people watching. She loved to people watch, but had been so wrapped up in Spot, or Scandal, or her anger, that she hadn't done it in so long.
Mondie was sitting on Mush's bunk and they were talking. He had his arm around her and she was laughing at something he said. He lightly kissed her lips and she smiled.
Eyes and Blink were making out on her bunk. They came up for air and Eyes ran her hands through Blink's hair and he grinned fondly at her before kissing her forehead.
Lady was talking to Spurt about poker. The conversation lulled and He looked at her shyly and put his arm gingerly around her, and she leaned her head gratefully on his shoulder and sighed.
Horns and Pal were hitting it off nicely playing a game of blackjack. She beat him again. And he scowled. She grinned at his cute angry face and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He grinned widely.
Assassin and Jack were sitting in the corner on a chair. She was in his lap playing with his collar. He tucked her hair behind her ear and they kissed.
Skittery was staring out the window day dreaming. He had a far off look in his eyes and sighed.
Race was winning a game of poker against Dutchy, Swifty, Snipes, Pie Eater, Snoddy, Bumlets and Specs. She faintly heard Race call: Four lovely ladies I do believe that's another for me boys. She smiled.
Snapper, who not many people were fond of yet, was sitting Indian style on her bunk, eyes closed, meditating. Snapper might not have known, but AJ saw Itey staring at her from across the room.
Starstruck, Jubilance, Dagger, Despot, an Shots were sitting on the floor, braiding each other's hair and gossiping. Oh, to be a normal girl, AJ thought.
She took another sip of her tea and set the mug down on the end table and picked up The Prince And The Pauper By: Mark Twain. She was deeply into, when she heard someone run up the stairs.
It was a little kid that AJ didn't know. He looked out of breath from all the stairs.
"Quick! Jack! There's a fight down stairs!" Jack jumped up from his seat and raced down the stairs, everyone followed him. AJ pushed her way to the front and saw something that she had been dreading since she had had time to think last.
"Oh no…" she said under her breath. Outside in the lamplight was two guys beating the shit out of each other. AJ ran forwards and pushed between the two. "My God! Scandal! Spot! Stop it this instant! Now I say! NOW!" she screamed at top of her lungs.
"AJ!" yelled Spot. "Baby I am so sorry I'll try to understand and respect your view, wishes…thoughts. I love you and I could never think any different!" he said in one breath. AJ laughed at him and hugged him.
"I know you love me Spot and I love you too! If I didn't love you I wouldn't have cared if you respected me or not!" she said quickly right back to him. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her, his lips working their way down her neck, and all over her face. Everyone was grinning except one person. Scandal. He grabbed AJ's shoulder and pulled her away from Spot's arms and punched him in the face.
"Scandal! Oh my God! Get off of him!!!" AJ screamed and was kicking Scandal with all her might.
Rage was building up inside of Scandal. He punched Spot relentlessly and wasn't phased by AJ's kicking. Suddenly Spot's body went limp in his arms and Spot fell to the ground. AJ was still kicking him. He turned on her.
AJ saw Scandal turning to her. She looked at him. His eyes almost looked red. He pointed at her. "You. You are mine. Not some wimpy Brooklyn leader's. Mine." AJ stared at him coldly. A tear ran down her face and she didn't bother to brush it away. She was mad beyond reason but she wasn't going to lower herself to Scandal's level by letting herself beat him until he couldn't walk.
Her glare was hard and her mouth was in a thin line. Her eyes blazed. Suddenly she pointed toward the darkened street. "Out. Get out. GET OUT OF MY LIFE FOREVER!" she finished her speech screaming. She broke down crying. She feel in a heap on the ground and sobbed. Scandal stared at first her, then Spot's motionless body. The rage was gone. He gaped at Spot's bloody frame. Suddenly he shook his head. Then he turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could.
Caleb had AJ in his arms and she was sobbing into him. He had completely forgotten his anger at being left in Brooklyn and now felt his best friend's endless pain. He just sat on the ground and left her cry as much as she wanted and just rocked her back and forth.
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AJ felt the bright sunlight on her eyelids and they fluttered open. She saw Caleb snoozing in a chair by her there was a girl lying on a bunk near hers. The girl was also asleep. She looked at Caleb and wondered why he was here. Then she remember last night. She sighed. She would have cried but there were no tears left. She slid out of bed. She walked quietly. She saw Spot in a bunk on the other side of the room. She didn't look at him. She didn't want to. Yet.
She looked at her face in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy from crying so much. She stripped down and jumped in the shower.
When she was done she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the shower, hoping that Spot would be there to compliment on her legs. Sadly the only one there was Caleb.
"Mornin hun," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse.
"Hey Angela," he said, turning from his shaving. For once she wasn't mad someone used her real name. In fact it was welcoming. She vaguely remembered when she was very little a beautiful golden-blonde haired woman in a flowered dress and apron calling her Angela. It was a fond memory, and she treasured it, because it was one of the only she had of her mother.
Apparently Caleb had showered while she was in the shower, because his blonde hair was wet and he was wearing only the towel that was wrapped around his waist. He had a great chest and six pak, and he was chest hair free (always a plus). He had great biceps and he was very good-looking. It was enough to make most guys jealous. Heck, it was even enough to make most girls jealous that their boyfriends weren't built like Caleb.
She made Caleb not look while she got dressed. She walked out of the washroom to see the girl that had been sleeping when she went in sitting by Spot's bed looking at him. She first flared with jealousy, but then realized that Spot loved her, and no one but her. She had nothing to be jealous of. Spot would always be hers. If he survived. Now that's a dumb thought. Of course he'll survive.
She walked over to the girl. She made herself look at Spot's bruised cut face. He still looked like an angel even through the pain she felt looking at him. "Hello," she made herself say.
The girl looked at her. "Hi. Who're you?"
"Oy, I should be asking you the same thing. I'm Angela Johnston. Otherwise known as AJ. Who're you?"
"My name's Alex. So you're AJ. When me and Starstruck were cleaning him up he woke and asked for you. Starstruck said that you were asleep, but you were alright. Are you his sister?"
AJ snorted. "Hell no. I'm his girlfriend. Oy…is he ok?"
"He should be. It's mostly flesh. Although he's cracked a couple ribs, and that cut on his forehead should have stitches…he's alright."
"When's he going to wake up?"
"That's the catch. He'll be alright. If he wakes up that is."
AJ lowered her head. She wanted to cry but there were no tears left. He has to wake up, he has to wake up, she repeated to herself over and over. She bit her bottom lip. She sat on the edge of Spot's bed. He didn't stir. Her lip quivered. She bent over and kissed his forehead, nose, and lips. Then she got out. She dragged Caleb, who was still putting on his shirt out of the washroom.
~*~Several Days Later~*~
Spot had been lying in his bed for awhile, and had no signs of waking. AJ was on the roof thinking. Caleb came up.
"Curfew Ang," he said. He noticed her face and grinned. He sat down beside her. "Penny for your thoughts."
She saw his gorgeous shining grin and smiled back. "Sorry Cale, but my thoughts are worth more the a penny. Fork over 5 bucks and you might get something out of me. He got up and offered her a hand. She ignored it and got up on her own. They headed down and slipped back through the window.
AJ took her usual place beside Spot's bed and kissed his forehead, and nose, but when she was about to kiss his lips his eyelids fluttered open to reveal his beautiful blue-gray eyes. She let out a shriek.
Spot grinned at her surprise. "Hey Ang," he whispered.
"Thank the Lord Spot! I thought I'd never see those beautiful blue eyes again!" she said. Everyone had rushed over.
"Hey buddy," said Jack.
"Hey Jacky-Boy."
Everyone said their hellos and then went back to their getting ready for bed. He noticed a girl he hadn't seen before.
"Hi, who're you?" he asked.
"My names Alex," she said quickly and blushed and turned away. AJ sat down next to Spot on his bed.
Spot noticed that Rifle, Fearless and Bandit had stayed. Then his looked turned to AJ. His beautiful eyes softened.
"Spot," she started and took a deep breath. "To tell you the truth I thought you'd die. I didn't know what I do without you."
Spot's smile melted and he looked at her seriously. "I could never leave you."
She smiled and hugged him. He sat up in bed and scooted over so she was next to him. His bruises were still sore, but he couldn't help smiling while looking at her. They watched everyone go to bed. They sat in silence till the only light left was the candle beside Spot's bed. That's when Spot turned to AJ. But AJ was still people watching.
She could see Eyes peacefully sleeping with Blink's arms around her. Mondie and Mush were in a similar manner. Jack was snoring with his cowboy hat over his face. Everyone else had various expressions of peaceful slumber on their faces.
Then she turned into Spot kissing her. His soft lips were working their way down her neck again. He ran his fingers up and down her spine. She brought his lips back up to hers. His fingers worked their way up her shirt…
By the time Spot realized what he was doing, his shirt was off. Here's what was running through his little mind at that time… "Oh yea…she has really nice lips…not to mention bod…oh shit! What am I doing??? She's what?…Fifteen? And I'm almost 18! What the heck am I forcing her to do?????"
Spot was about to pull away when she did. "Spot I cant. I'm sorry but I cant. I've done so good this far…so I just cant. Please don't hate me."
He kissed her forehead. "I could never hate you. If anything I love you even more now."
"I love ya too Spot," she whispered. "Just hold me."
Spot nodded and put his arms around her. It hurt his ribs. A lot. But he'd survive. When he heard her breathing become more even and relaxed, he started whispering the words to a song.
"Sometimes I sit, staring out the window,
Watching this world pass me by.
Sometimes I think, there's nothing to live for,
I almost break down and cry.
Sometimes I think I'm crazy,
I'm crazy, oh so crazy!
Why am I here, am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby,
So lately I'm not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes.
Sometimes it feels like the worlds on my shoulders,
Everyone's leaning on me.
Sometimes it feels like the world's almost over,
But then she comes back to me."
And with that he fell asleep.
~*~The Next Morning~*~
Spot awoke to the smiling face of AJ. "What are you so happy about?" Spot asked.
AJ frowned and looked thoughtful. She chose her words carefully. "I truthfully…don't know. But…I've made a decision!" her face brightened up again, and Spot couldn't help but smile at her.
"What baby?"
"I have to go to Queens."
"WHAT?"
"I'm going to Queens."
"No, you can't go to Queens alone!"
"I'm not."
"Who is there that would want to go to Queens and why would you???"
"I'm sorry Spot, but you wouldn't understand, and you're just going to have to trust me and Caleb. I'll be back in a couple of hours to take you to lunch. So don't leave. Please Spot I have to do this."
Spot looked into her pleading eyes, and decided that their new relationship should be one of trust and respect and he nodded. "Ok…I wont leave. But promise me you'll be careful. Don't get hurt I don't know what I'd do without you."
She nodded and smiled. She kissed him quickly and headed for the door. She was already fully dressed, showered, and smelled good. Almost like peppermint. Spot shrugged his shoulders and tried to go back to sleep.
~*~Queens~*~
~*~
She says maybe it's over/ he says there's plenty more fish in the sea/ I say don't go away from me!- Five For Fighting
~*~
"RIFLE! UGH C'MON JUST LET ME SEE HIM!" AJ shouted at the Queens leader. He had returned the previous night after Spot had woken up, even though it had been late.
"I told you AJ, he's not here." Rifle said without looking her in the eyes. AJ did a little stomping thing to release her anger. She closed her eyes and counted to 10. Then 100.
"Fine. I believe you. If I write him a letter, can you give it to him for me?" AJ finally said.
"Yeah, sure," said Rifle. He found a piece of paper and a pen for her.
She finished writing it a bit later. She gave it to Rifle. She smiled. "Tell him I know Spot's sorry. And thanks Rifle."
He grinned at her. "Yeah, ok. Now get outta here kid," he said kindly. He had found a soft spot for AJ. As soon as she left he collapsed on the couch. He hadn't had the nerve to tell her that Scandal had come back, and that it was doubted that he was even alive anymore. He opened the letter to see what she had to say.
Dear Scandal,
I don't blame you for what happened. I don't blame anyone but myself. I just want you to know that I'm desperately sorry and I hope you'll forgive me someday. You're a great guy. Really, it's just I don't see you like I see Spot. I hope that someday we can become friends, really I do. Well, I guess that's it.
I'll always love ya, ya big lug :)
Angela Johnston
~*~
She says my God it's over/ he says you found another fish in the sea/ I say why me? Why me? Why me? Why is it me?
~*~
~*~Manhattan~*~
AJ found Spot leaning up against the Horace Greeley statue. He came up to him. "Thought I told you to stay where you were."
"Yeah well, I thought I'd surprise ya."
"I've got a surprise for you," AJ grinned, knowing full well it wouldn't be to much of a surprise.
Spot grinned back. "And what's that?"
She pinned him against the statue and kissed him.
THE END
Well, that's the end of And Yet Another Life. Sad ain't it? Well, I'm going to go right to work on the sequel, which I'm gonna call From A Life Beyond. Ok? Well, read that one! The song that Spot sang was Hailies Song by: Eminem. Don't sue me for that please! I like Mondie's idea of thanking all the people that reviewed over the course of the whole story so here goes nothing:
Ack this could take awhile: baby309blue, shit head, sexydaddymagnet69/Chelci/Eyes, AthenaHunteress/Assassin, Jazz, Feisty/Fearless, Duchess, Miss Ice, trplvision, e maureen, PixieMoonSparkle, Sab, Volcanous, Pina, Mondie, Anonymous, Mads and Alex, and Duece Higgins. THANK YOU ALL SOOOOO MUCH! thats all folks!
Thanks, love, and a newsie, whipped cream and chocolate syrup to:
~*~Alex
~*~Mondie
~*~Deuce Higgins
YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!!!!!
On With The Story…
~*~Third Person (this whole chapter)~*~
Spot paced up and down, twiddling his thumbs and biting his (sexy) lower lip. Bandit was sitting on Spot's bed. He flopped backwards. He was sick of listening to Spot complain. Caleb was still in a state of shock that AJ had left him in Brooklyn. Alone. He was sitting in a chair, slouching, his thumbs jammed into his pockets.
Spot was rambling on about respect and having to get AJ back. Bandit sat up. "Spot! If she means so much to you, go get her back!" Spot stopped pacing and lifted up his pointer finger, as if pointing to an invisible light bulb above his (beautiful) head.
"I got it!" said Spot. Bandit rolled his eyes. "I'll go and get her back!" Bandit groaned.
"Did I not just say that?"
Spot shrugged. "I'm going to Brooklyn to get AJ. Get off yer ass and come with me Caleb. C'mon Bandit." Caleb snapped out of his pouting.
"OK!" said Caleb.
~*~ Queens~*~
"What's your beef?" asked a black haired, black eyed, tan, well built, tall 19 year old sitting in a chair, black cowboy boots propped up on a coffee table. His name was Rifle, leader of the Queens newsies.
If you were anyone who's anyone that mattered, you knew to stay out of Queens, cuz when you matter, you're told things. And no good things come out of Queens. Most of this was due to Rifle. Rifle was a tough juvenile delinquent who treated his boys the same as he had been treated. He pushed them to the edge, and no one bothered to mess with Queens. The only ones who EVER went to Queens were Spot Conlon, Jack Kelly, Pistol O'Markley (leader of Harlem), Bear Liston (Bronx), and Fearless. And very rarely.
"What?" asked a confused Scandal.
"You heard me! WHATS WRONG WIT YAS?" yelled Rifle, then went back to playing with his switchblade. It was 10 inches long with a black handle. It was extremely expensive, but he had stolen it with his smooth talking and his namesake, which he had fondly dubbed Swift Sadie. No one was sure why.
"Ehhh shut up Rifle," said Fearless, who was her namesake. She could give a damn who Rifle was, and no one talked to her friends like that when she was around.
Scandal smiled at Fearless, while Rifle glared at her, "I dunno what I'm gonna do. You told me AJ's back in Manhattan, but you said she was going out with Spot. So I dunno what to do. Should I go back and get her back?"
Fearless digested his words. "You should at least try if you like her so much."
Scandal nodded. "Let's go."
Rifle got up. "No not you!" said Fearless.
Rifle put up his hands. "I have to see this. And I've been meaning to ease up on everyone. It wouldn't hurt to have alibis." Fearless rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say." and they headed out the door.
~*~Manhattan~*~
AJ was sitting on her old bunk, drinking a cup of tea, and people watching. She loved to people watch, but had been so wrapped up in Spot, or Scandal, or her anger, that she hadn't done it in so long.
Mondie was sitting on Mush's bunk and they were talking. He had his arm around her and she was laughing at something he said. He lightly kissed her lips and she smiled.
Eyes and Blink were making out on her bunk. They came up for air and Eyes ran her hands through Blink's hair and he grinned fondly at her before kissing her forehead.
Lady was talking to Spurt about poker. The conversation lulled and He looked at her shyly and put his arm gingerly around her, and she leaned her head gratefully on his shoulder and sighed.
Horns and Pal were hitting it off nicely playing a game of blackjack. She beat him again. And he scowled. She grinned at his cute angry face and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He grinned widely.
Assassin and Jack were sitting in the corner on a chair. She was in his lap playing with his collar. He tucked her hair behind her ear and they kissed.
Skittery was staring out the window day dreaming. He had a far off look in his eyes and sighed.
Race was winning a game of poker against Dutchy, Swifty, Snipes, Pie Eater, Snoddy, Bumlets and Specs. She faintly heard Race call: Four lovely ladies I do believe that's another for me boys. She smiled.
Snapper, who not many people were fond of yet, was sitting Indian style on her bunk, eyes closed, meditating. Snapper might not have known, but AJ saw Itey staring at her from across the room.
Starstruck, Jubilance, Dagger, Despot, an Shots were sitting on the floor, braiding each other's hair and gossiping. Oh, to be a normal girl, AJ thought.
She took another sip of her tea and set the mug down on the end table and picked up The Prince And The Pauper By: Mark Twain. She was deeply into, when she heard someone run up the stairs.
It was a little kid that AJ didn't know. He looked out of breath from all the stairs.
"Quick! Jack! There's a fight down stairs!" Jack jumped up from his seat and raced down the stairs, everyone followed him. AJ pushed her way to the front and saw something that she had been dreading since she had had time to think last.
"Oh no…" she said under her breath. Outside in the lamplight was two guys beating the shit out of each other. AJ ran forwards and pushed between the two. "My God! Scandal! Spot! Stop it this instant! Now I say! NOW!" she screamed at top of her lungs.
"AJ!" yelled Spot. "Baby I am so sorry I'll try to understand and respect your view, wishes…thoughts. I love you and I could never think any different!" he said in one breath. AJ laughed at him and hugged him.
"I know you love me Spot and I love you too! If I didn't love you I wouldn't have cared if you respected me or not!" she said quickly right back to him. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her, his lips working their way down her neck, and all over her face. Everyone was grinning except one person. Scandal. He grabbed AJ's shoulder and pulled her away from Spot's arms and punched him in the face.
"Scandal! Oh my God! Get off of him!!!" AJ screamed and was kicking Scandal with all her might.
Rage was building up inside of Scandal. He punched Spot relentlessly and wasn't phased by AJ's kicking. Suddenly Spot's body went limp in his arms and Spot fell to the ground. AJ was still kicking him. He turned on her.
AJ saw Scandal turning to her. She looked at him. His eyes almost looked red. He pointed at her. "You. You are mine. Not some wimpy Brooklyn leader's. Mine." AJ stared at him coldly. A tear ran down her face and she didn't bother to brush it away. She was mad beyond reason but she wasn't going to lower herself to Scandal's level by letting herself beat him until he couldn't walk.
Her glare was hard and her mouth was in a thin line. Her eyes blazed. Suddenly she pointed toward the darkened street. "Out. Get out. GET OUT OF MY LIFE FOREVER!" she finished her speech screaming. She broke down crying. She feel in a heap on the ground and sobbed. Scandal stared at first her, then Spot's motionless body. The rage was gone. He gaped at Spot's bloody frame. Suddenly he shook his head. Then he turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could.
Caleb had AJ in his arms and she was sobbing into him. He had completely forgotten his anger at being left in Brooklyn and now felt his best friend's endless pain. He just sat on the ground and left her cry as much as she wanted and just rocked her back and forth.
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AJ felt the bright sunlight on her eyelids and they fluttered open. She saw Caleb snoozing in a chair by her there was a girl lying on a bunk near hers. The girl was also asleep. She looked at Caleb and wondered why he was here. Then she remember last night. She sighed. She would have cried but there were no tears left. She slid out of bed. She walked quietly. She saw Spot in a bunk on the other side of the room. She didn't look at him. She didn't want to. Yet.
She looked at her face in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy from crying so much. She stripped down and jumped in the shower.
When she was done she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the shower, hoping that Spot would be there to compliment on her legs. Sadly the only one there was Caleb.
"Mornin hun," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse.
"Hey Angela," he said, turning from his shaving. For once she wasn't mad someone used her real name. In fact it was welcoming. She vaguely remembered when she was very little a beautiful golden-blonde haired woman in a flowered dress and apron calling her Angela. It was a fond memory, and she treasured it, because it was one of the only she had of her mother.
Apparently Caleb had showered while she was in the shower, because his blonde hair was wet and he was wearing only the towel that was wrapped around his waist. He had a great chest and six pak, and he was chest hair free (always a plus). He had great biceps and he was very good-looking. It was enough to make most guys jealous. Heck, it was even enough to make most girls jealous that their boyfriends weren't built like Caleb.
She made Caleb not look while she got dressed. She walked out of the washroom to see the girl that had been sleeping when she went in sitting by Spot's bed looking at him. She first flared with jealousy, but then realized that Spot loved her, and no one but her. She had nothing to be jealous of. Spot would always be hers. If he survived. Now that's a dumb thought. Of course he'll survive.
She walked over to the girl. She made herself look at Spot's bruised cut face. He still looked like an angel even through the pain she felt looking at him. "Hello," she made herself say.
The girl looked at her. "Hi. Who're you?"
"Oy, I should be asking you the same thing. I'm Angela Johnston. Otherwise known as AJ. Who're you?"
"My name's Alex. So you're AJ. When me and Starstruck were cleaning him up he woke and asked for you. Starstruck said that you were asleep, but you were alright. Are you his sister?"
AJ snorted. "Hell no. I'm his girlfriend. Oy…is he ok?"
"He should be. It's mostly flesh. Although he's cracked a couple ribs, and that cut on his forehead should have stitches…he's alright."
"When's he going to wake up?"
"That's the catch. He'll be alright. If he wakes up that is."
AJ lowered her head. She wanted to cry but there were no tears left. He has to wake up, he has to wake up, she repeated to herself over and over. She bit her bottom lip. She sat on the edge of Spot's bed. He didn't stir. Her lip quivered. She bent over and kissed his forehead, nose, and lips. Then she got out. She dragged Caleb, who was still putting on his shirt out of the washroom.
~*~Several Days Later~*~
Spot had been lying in his bed for awhile, and had no signs of waking. AJ was on the roof thinking. Caleb came up.
"Curfew Ang," he said. He noticed her face and grinned. He sat down beside her. "Penny for your thoughts."
She saw his gorgeous shining grin and smiled back. "Sorry Cale, but my thoughts are worth more the a penny. Fork over 5 bucks and you might get something out of me. He got up and offered her a hand. She ignored it and got up on her own. They headed down and slipped back through the window.
AJ took her usual place beside Spot's bed and kissed his forehead, and nose, but when she was about to kiss his lips his eyelids fluttered open to reveal his beautiful blue-gray eyes. She let out a shriek.
Spot grinned at her surprise. "Hey Ang," he whispered.
"Thank the Lord Spot! I thought I'd never see those beautiful blue eyes again!" she said. Everyone had rushed over.
"Hey buddy," said Jack.
"Hey Jacky-Boy."
Everyone said their hellos and then went back to their getting ready for bed. He noticed a girl he hadn't seen before.
"Hi, who're you?" he asked.
"My names Alex," she said quickly and blushed and turned away. AJ sat down next to Spot on his bed.
Spot noticed that Rifle, Fearless and Bandit had stayed. Then his looked turned to AJ. His beautiful eyes softened.
"Spot," she started and took a deep breath. "To tell you the truth I thought you'd die. I didn't know what I do without you."
Spot's smile melted and he looked at her seriously. "I could never leave you."
She smiled and hugged him. He sat up in bed and scooted over so she was next to him. His bruises were still sore, but he couldn't help smiling while looking at her. They watched everyone go to bed. They sat in silence till the only light left was the candle beside Spot's bed. That's when Spot turned to AJ. But AJ was still people watching.
She could see Eyes peacefully sleeping with Blink's arms around her. Mondie and Mush were in a similar manner. Jack was snoring with his cowboy hat over his face. Everyone else had various expressions of peaceful slumber on their faces.
Then she turned into Spot kissing her. His soft lips were working their way down her neck again. He ran his fingers up and down her spine. She brought his lips back up to hers. His fingers worked their way up her shirt…
By the time Spot realized what he was doing, his shirt was off. Here's what was running through his little mind at that time… "Oh yea…she has really nice lips…not to mention bod…oh shit! What am I doing??? She's what?…Fifteen? And I'm almost 18! What the heck am I forcing her to do?????"
Spot was about to pull away when she did. "Spot I cant. I'm sorry but I cant. I've done so good this far…so I just cant. Please don't hate me."
He kissed her forehead. "I could never hate you. If anything I love you even more now."
"I love ya too Spot," she whispered. "Just hold me."
Spot nodded and put his arms around her. It hurt his ribs. A lot. But he'd survive. When he heard her breathing become more even and relaxed, he started whispering the words to a song.
"Sometimes I sit, staring out the window,
Watching this world pass me by.
Sometimes I think, there's nothing to live for,
I almost break down and cry.
Sometimes I think I'm crazy,
I'm crazy, oh so crazy!
Why am I here, am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby,
So lately I'm not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes.
Sometimes it feels like the worlds on my shoulders,
Everyone's leaning on me.
Sometimes it feels like the world's almost over,
But then she comes back to me."
And with that he fell asleep.
~*~The Next Morning~*~
Spot awoke to the smiling face of AJ. "What are you so happy about?" Spot asked.
AJ frowned and looked thoughtful. She chose her words carefully. "I truthfully…don't know. But…I've made a decision!" her face brightened up again, and Spot couldn't help but smile at her.
"What baby?"
"I have to go to Queens."
"WHAT?"
"I'm going to Queens."
"No, you can't go to Queens alone!"
"I'm not."
"Who is there that would want to go to Queens and why would you???"
"I'm sorry Spot, but you wouldn't understand, and you're just going to have to trust me and Caleb. I'll be back in a couple of hours to take you to lunch. So don't leave. Please Spot I have to do this."
Spot looked into her pleading eyes, and decided that their new relationship should be one of trust and respect and he nodded. "Ok…I wont leave. But promise me you'll be careful. Don't get hurt I don't know what I'd do without you."
She nodded and smiled. She kissed him quickly and headed for the door. She was already fully dressed, showered, and smelled good. Almost like peppermint. Spot shrugged his shoulders and tried to go back to sleep.
~*~Queens~*~
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She says maybe it's over/ he says there's plenty more fish in the sea/ I say don't go away from me!- Five For Fighting
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"RIFLE! UGH C'MON JUST LET ME SEE HIM!" AJ shouted at the Queens leader. He had returned the previous night after Spot had woken up, even though it had been late.
"I told you AJ, he's not here." Rifle said without looking her in the eyes. AJ did a little stomping thing to release her anger. She closed her eyes and counted to 10. Then 100.
"Fine. I believe you. If I write him a letter, can you give it to him for me?" AJ finally said.
"Yeah, sure," said Rifle. He found a piece of paper and a pen for her.
She finished writing it a bit later. She gave it to Rifle. She smiled. "Tell him I know Spot's sorry. And thanks Rifle."
He grinned at her. "Yeah, ok. Now get outta here kid," he said kindly. He had found a soft spot for AJ. As soon as she left he collapsed on the couch. He hadn't had the nerve to tell her that Scandal had come back, and that it was doubted that he was even alive anymore. He opened the letter to see what she had to say.
Dear Scandal,
I don't blame you for what happened. I don't blame anyone but myself. I just want you to know that I'm desperately sorry and I hope you'll forgive me someday. You're a great guy. Really, it's just I don't see you like I see Spot. I hope that someday we can become friends, really I do. Well, I guess that's it.
I'll always love ya, ya big lug :)
Angela Johnston
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She says my God it's over/ he says you found another fish in the sea/ I say why me? Why me? Why me? Why is it me?
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~*~Manhattan~*~
AJ found Spot leaning up against the Horace Greeley statue. He came up to him. "Thought I told you to stay where you were."
"Yeah well, I thought I'd surprise ya."
"I've got a surprise for you," AJ grinned, knowing full well it wouldn't be to much of a surprise.
Spot grinned back. "And what's that?"
She pinned him against the statue and kissed him.
THE END
Well, that's the end of And Yet Another Life. Sad ain't it? Well, I'm going to go right to work on the sequel, which I'm gonna call From A Life Beyond. Ok? Well, read that one! The song that Spot sang was Hailies Song by: Eminem. Don't sue me for that please! I like Mondie's idea of thanking all the people that reviewed over the course of the whole story so here goes nothing:
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