1 Summary: Spot and Singah are now together, but Jack has kicked them out
of Manhattan. What's gonna happen now?
Rating: Upped to R, for lots of swearing, and possibly sex. I dunno yet.
Disclaimer: I own only Singah, Fidget, and the Brooklyn newsies I make up. Oh yeah- and Spot. Spot is mine. Back off if you value your typing fingers, I will break them off! ;)
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3 Chapter Six
Jack was more miserable than he had ever been before in his life. He had basically just disowned his "sister," told her and his best friend he never wanted to see them again. –God! I'se is such an idiot!- Jack thought. –How could I so somtin' like dat?-
Just then, his thinking was interrupted by the slamming of the bunkroom door. Fidget came flying in, trailed by Racetrack and the rest of the newsies.
"You bastard! How the FUCK could you do dat! I'se ashamed to say I knows you!" Fidget was raging, screaming at the top of her lungs. "You loved her like a sistah, and da foist thing you do when she falls in love is kick her out! You dirty rotten FUCK! You ain't any bettah dan da Delancy bruddahs!" With an anguished scream, she slapped Jack across the face with the palm of her hand, making sure to rake it with her fingernails. "I hope yous is HAPPY- she ain't nevah comin' back now! But that's all right, iddin' it, cause you had da last word! Well, you ain't had da last word, Jack, cause I ain't lettin' yous do dis! I'se leavin' too, and Race and da others is comin' wid me!"
Jack was startled. Fidget was usually energetic, but never had he seen her so angry or loud. He hadn't realized that there would be so much fighting over Singah, though he should have. Everyone had loved her, no matter what age. She had bandaged everyone's cuts at one point or another, and they had loved listening to her sing. She was their sister and mother. Now that the rage was over, he was regretting everything he had said. But it was too late to take it back now. He looked down, ashamed.
One by one, the newsies turned and left. None of them said goodbye, and as they went, he could feel their glares. Now everyone hated him. It was like being the scabber during the strike again, despised and alone. At last, only he and Blink remained. They watched the band of Manhattan newsies make their way towards Brooklyn, to join with Spot and Singah until Jack regained his senses and gave in.
"So, Blink. Looks like we gotta carry da bannah for Manhattan now," Jack said sadly.
"Yeah. Damn broad. Why, Jack? Why da hell can't da newsies stay together?"
"I dunno. Dat's life. And it's a bitch." The last two newsies sat down on opposite bunks to watch the sunset and think about the girls they had lost.
***
"God, Spot, why? Why was Jack so angry?" Singah sobbed brokenly on Spot's shoulder. It had hurt so bad. "It's not fair! I hate him, Spot! I hate him!"
"Nah, yous don' hate him, yous jus' upset. Jacky-boy'll calm down soon. You'll see him again, you jus' wait." Actually, he didn't believe that in the least, but he had to make Singah stop crying. He could have killed Jack for doing this to his Singah. He picked her up from where they sat in Central Park and started to carry her, still crying home to Brooklyn, when he heard a shout coming from near by.
"SPOT! Hey Spot! Where is you guys?" Racetrack was calling them.
"Fuck off, Race! You ain't wanted!"
"Shut up, Spot! You ain't seen what Fidg done to Jack! We'se goin' on strike again- but not against Pulitzer! Dis time we'se strikin' against Jack!" Spot was shocked, as was Singah, was stopped crying. She had figured everyone would side with Jack.
"Really, Race?" She asked, her face red from crying so hard. "Everyone?"
"Everyone except Blink, da bastard. I heard what he said to you guys in da hall- he ain't worth shit if he tinks like dat about yous."
"Serves him right," she interrupted. And it did. To have his newsies desert him was the best thing she could have ever hoped for- except for him to let her come home.
"So we was wonderin'- Spot, can ya take us as Brooklyn newsies til Jack comes around?"
"Yeah, sure! I dunno if you can all fit in da Lodging House, but I'll get the Kloppman to clear out some a da rooms, and me boys can let da girls use dere bunks." Spot was willing to do it, but if Singah didn't want them there… He looked to her for reassurance. She nodded. "A'right, den! It's settled! ME boys'll clear dere bunks for da ladies, and we'll clear out da bottom rooms for da rest of yous. Singah, do you wanna bunk wid me? I'se got me own room, so it'd be a bit more private…"
"Course I do, Spot. Nevah should a doubted me." She laughed, remembering their conversation the night before. This time, they wouldn't be on a hard floor in a dusty warehouse. Or so she hoped. Satisfied, Spot, Singah, and the rest of the new Brooklyn newsies started off towards their new, and hopefully temporary, home.
Author's Note: Sorry it's so short, but I'm gonna have chapter 7 up by this time tomorrow! Keep checking back for updates- they should come one or two a day.
Rating: Upped to R, for lots of swearing, and possibly sex. I dunno yet.
Disclaimer: I own only Singah, Fidget, and the Brooklyn newsies I make up. Oh yeah- and Spot. Spot is mine. Back off if you value your typing fingers, I will break them off! ;)
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3 Chapter Six
Jack was more miserable than he had ever been before in his life. He had basically just disowned his "sister," told her and his best friend he never wanted to see them again. –God! I'se is such an idiot!- Jack thought. –How could I so somtin' like dat?-
Just then, his thinking was interrupted by the slamming of the bunkroom door. Fidget came flying in, trailed by Racetrack and the rest of the newsies.
"You bastard! How the FUCK could you do dat! I'se ashamed to say I knows you!" Fidget was raging, screaming at the top of her lungs. "You loved her like a sistah, and da foist thing you do when she falls in love is kick her out! You dirty rotten FUCK! You ain't any bettah dan da Delancy bruddahs!" With an anguished scream, she slapped Jack across the face with the palm of her hand, making sure to rake it with her fingernails. "I hope yous is HAPPY- she ain't nevah comin' back now! But that's all right, iddin' it, cause you had da last word! Well, you ain't had da last word, Jack, cause I ain't lettin' yous do dis! I'se leavin' too, and Race and da others is comin' wid me!"
Jack was startled. Fidget was usually energetic, but never had he seen her so angry or loud. He hadn't realized that there would be so much fighting over Singah, though he should have. Everyone had loved her, no matter what age. She had bandaged everyone's cuts at one point or another, and they had loved listening to her sing. She was their sister and mother. Now that the rage was over, he was regretting everything he had said. But it was too late to take it back now. He looked down, ashamed.
One by one, the newsies turned and left. None of them said goodbye, and as they went, he could feel their glares. Now everyone hated him. It was like being the scabber during the strike again, despised and alone. At last, only he and Blink remained. They watched the band of Manhattan newsies make their way towards Brooklyn, to join with Spot and Singah until Jack regained his senses and gave in.
"So, Blink. Looks like we gotta carry da bannah for Manhattan now," Jack said sadly.
"Yeah. Damn broad. Why, Jack? Why da hell can't da newsies stay together?"
"I dunno. Dat's life. And it's a bitch." The last two newsies sat down on opposite bunks to watch the sunset and think about the girls they had lost.
***
"God, Spot, why? Why was Jack so angry?" Singah sobbed brokenly on Spot's shoulder. It had hurt so bad. "It's not fair! I hate him, Spot! I hate him!"
"Nah, yous don' hate him, yous jus' upset. Jacky-boy'll calm down soon. You'll see him again, you jus' wait." Actually, he didn't believe that in the least, but he had to make Singah stop crying. He could have killed Jack for doing this to his Singah. He picked her up from where they sat in Central Park and started to carry her, still crying home to Brooklyn, when he heard a shout coming from near by.
"SPOT! Hey Spot! Where is you guys?" Racetrack was calling them.
"Fuck off, Race! You ain't wanted!"
"Shut up, Spot! You ain't seen what Fidg done to Jack! We'se goin' on strike again- but not against Pulitzer! Dis time we'se strikin' against Jack!" Spot was shocked, as was Singah, was stopped crying. She had figured everyone would side with Jack.
"Really, Race?" She asked, her face red from crying so hard. "Everyone?"
"Everyone except Blink, da bastard. I heard what he said to you guys in da hall- he ain't worth shit if he tinks like dat about yous."
"Serves him right," she interrupted. And it did. To have his newsies desert him was the best thing she could have ever hoped for- except for him to let her come home.
"So we was wonderin'- Spot, can ya take us as Brooklyn newsies til Jack comes around?"
"Yeah, sure! I dunno if you can all fit in da Lodging House, but I'll get the Kloppman to clear out some a da rooms, and me boys can let da girls use dere bunks." Spot was willing to do it, but if Singah didn't want them there… He looked to her for reassurance. She nodded. "A'right, den! It's settled! ME boys'll clear dere bunks for da ladies, and we'll clear out da bottom rooms for da rest of yous. Singah, do you wanna bunk wid me? I'se got me own room, so it'd be a bit more private…"
"Course I do, Spot. Nevah should a doubted me." She laughed, remembering their conversation the night before. This time, they wouldn't be on a hard floor in a dusty warehouse. Or so she hoped. Satisfied, Spot, Singah, and the rest of the new Brooklyn newsies started off towards their new, and hopefully temporary, home.
Author's Note: Sorry it's so short, but I'm gonna have chapter 7 up by this time tomorrow! Keep checking back for updates- they should come one or two a day.