Author's Note: SS, you rock chica! Thanks for reviewing every chapter! I
hope this chapter is suitable for you. ((It was the most BORING to write
actually.)) I finished the story on paper now though. So it's officially
done in my mind, just not online. Don't worry, it will be coming soon.
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1 It All Circles Back
"She bettah watch it or she'll get hoit," Spot mumbled while buttoning up his shirt.
Spit Fire looked at Spot with an added curiosity, "How's she gonna git hoit?"
Spot had never let on to anyone about Random's job. Spit Fire didn't even know, and Spot was having difficulties keeping it from her. He looked over at Spit Fire and shrugged, grabbing his hat and heading down the stairs.
"Wait Conlon," She smiled, "Tell me what's up. What's goin' on? You've been treatin' Random worse then usual lately. Is something wrong?"
Spot stopped halfway down the steps to turn and look back up at Spit Fire. The cold look on his face was one she hadn't seen in a long time. She backed up a step and frowned.
"You really wanna know?"
Spit Fire nodded and walked down the steps to meet him face to face. He took her hand and smiled as they walked down the final steps and out the door.
"You nevah woulda guessed…"
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"Twelve o'clock already?" Random sighed, sitting in the doctors' office watching the clock, "I was suppose to meet up wid Blade two hours ago. Ise suppose to be at the club in three hours and I haven't even eaten breakfast yet."
She twiddled her thumbs impatiently for the results from the uncomfortable tests that were performed. She knew all the answers already, but getting official results seemed a bit more comforting in a way. Random looked up as Dr. Holman walked back in. He had a grim look on his face but smiled when his eyes met Random's.
"So how old are you Random?"
"Eighteen. Just turned 18 about a month ago."
"And you still work as a newsie?"
Random nodded, "Well sorta yeah. Only for a month more."
The doctor smiled, "Sorta?" He shrugged at her, "Well, you know what I'm going to tell you right?"
Her stomach churned as she thought about what he was going to say. She knew what was going on inside her already. Intuition is a powerful mind tool.
"Yeah, I know," She had tears forming in her eyes as she thought about how she betrayed Blade.
"Why are you crying?" He laughed, "Wow, you sure get worked up about nothing Random. You need to get some more sleep. You aren't dying. You'll be perfectly fine in about two days."
Random glared at the doctor. How dare he laugh at her while she was going through this. She jumped down from the examination table and sighed loudly.
"Wait…two days?"
Dr. Holman looked back at his chart and nodded, "Yeah, git some sleep and drink plenty of fluids. You'll be fine."
"Ain't I pregnant?"
The doctor looked at Random and shook his head laughing some more, "Sweetie, you have a touch of the flu. There's nothing else wrong with you. Your charts are fine and the results came back negative." He frowned, "A decent girl like you shouldn't be worrying about things like that anyway. Now you better run before you lose out on all those customers today. Today's a beautiful day for selling, but remember to get some rest."
Random smiled as if a weight had been lifted off her chest. She hugged Dr. Holman and then ran out the door. Her first priority was to run to the club. She was quitting. Somehow she was going to build up the courage to tell Jax that it was over. No one should be put through the agony she was subject to today, and today Jax would know exactly how she felt. This was her affirmation.
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In another part of the city, Blade was just finishing up selling his papers for the morning edition. He was dissapointed that Random wasn't there, but he was starting not to care. Now with a little luck and a lot of persistance he could finally find out what Random does do at the club every night.
After taking a walk down the east side of Brooklyn, he ran into a few of his friends from when he was a part of the Rippers. The boys, now Brooklyn newsies who lived on the streets, greeted Blade with a quick spit shake. They continued on with their previous conversation, including Blade in when nesecary. The boys talked secretivly in a code that hardly any of the newsies knew, with the exception of the ex-Rippers. The code had originated in the Bronx, where illegal issues were discussed more then anything, and now it had filtered through to Brooklyn.
"…don't even pan for a spot, yous'll be sittin' for weeks," A blonde haired boy frowned
"Goirls' got talent," a shady-looking red-head smiled, "but Tak's right. Unless yous got the greens, you'll be shootin' by youself."
Blade rolled his eyes, "Is that all you boys tawk about? Can't find your own goirl, so you gotta pay someone else's to mess with you?"
"Blade, this one's different," Tak smirked, "She's from the Bronx. She's easily the most popular goirl in Brooklyn right now. Got guys linin' up for blocks. Only does two a night, and then goes home." He started laughing, "Yet they crave'er. They jus' keep comin' back."
The shady-looking boy nodded under his red bangs in his eyes, "She's like an angel. Gives you everythin' you want. No questions asked. She woirks'er magic, takes the money and leaves. Yous left thinkin' it was all a dream."
Blade nodded, "And I'm assumin' you know from experience?"
He laughed, "No way Blade. Yous think I got enough money to pay for'er?"
"How much?" Blade frowned.
"She asks two-dollahs minimum. And I mean minimum." He frowned, "But Ise goin' ta see Jax tonight at the club to see if I can git in wid'er soon. I saved up for a week…"
Blade glared at the boys, "You guys are sick. So who's this so-called angel anyway? She got a name or, wait…lemme guess, it's Angel isn't it?"
Tak shook his head, "Naw, that's a stupid name Blade. She's got a weird name…can't remember."
Blade rolled his eyes, "Weird name?"
"Yeah," the shady-looking boy smiled, "Random."
Other Author's Note: To all my other faithful readers who have put me on their favorites list…WOW! *HUGS YOU ALL* I feel so loved, you have NO idea! Anyway, keep reading and reviewing! You have NO idea how much I appreciate it all! Ciao guys!
1 It All Circles Back
"She bettah watch it or she'll get hoit," Spot mumbled while buttoning up his shirt.
Spit Fire looked at Spot with an added curiosity, "How's she gonna git hoit?"
Spot had never let on to anyone about Random's job. Spit Fire didn't even know, and Spot was having difficulties keeping it from her. He looked over at Spit Fire and shrugged, grabbing his hat and heading down the stairs.
"Wait Conlon," She smiled, "Tell me what's up. What's goin' on? You've been treatin' Random worse then usual lately. Is something wrong?"
Spot stopped halfway down the steps to turn and look back up at Spit Fire. The cold look on his face was one she hadn't seen in a long time. She backed up a step and frowned.
"You really wanna know?"
Spit Fire nodded and walked down the steps to meet him face to face. He took her hand and smiled as they walked down the final steps and out the door.
"You nevah woulda guessed…"
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"Twelve o'clock already?" Random sighed, sitting in the doctors' office watching the clock, "I was suppose to meet up wid Blade two hours ago. Ise suppose to be at the club in three hours and I haven't even eaten breakfast yet."
She twiddled her thumbs impatiently for the results from the uncomfortable tests that were performed. She knew all the answers already, but getting official results seemed a bit more comforting in a way. Random looked up as Dr. Holman walked back in. He had a grim look on his face but smiled when his eyes met Random's.
"So how old are you Random?"
"Eighteen. Just turned 18 about a month ago."
"And you still work as a newsie?"
Random nodded, "Well sorta yeah. Only for a month more."
The doctor smiled, "Sorta?" He shrugged at her, "Well, you know what I'm going to tell you right?"
Her stomach churned as she thought about what he was going to say. She knew what was going on inside her already. Intuition is a powerful mind tool.
"Yeah, I know," She had tears forming in her eyes as she thought about how she betrayed Blade.
"Why are you crying?" He laughed, "Wow, you sure get worked up about nothing Random. You need to get some more sleep. You aren't dying. You'll be perfectly fine in about two days."
Random glared at the doctor. How dare he laugh at her while she was going through this. She jumped down from the examination table and sighed loudly.
"Wait…two days?"
Dr. Holman looked back at his chart and nodded, "Yeah, git some sleep and drink plenty of fluids. You'll be fine."
"Ain't I pregnant?"
The doctor looked at Random and shook his head laughing some more, "Sweetie, you have a touch of the flu. There's nothing else wrong with you. Your charts are fine and the results came back negative." He frowned, "A decent girl like you shouldn't be worrying about things like that anyway. Now you better run before you lose out on all those customers today. Today's a beautiful day for selling, but remember to get some rest."
Random smiled as if a weight had been lifted off her chest. She hugged Dr. Holman and then ran out the door. Her first priority was to run to the club. She was quitting. Somehow she was going to build up the courage to tell Jax that it was over. No one should be put through the agony she was subject to today, and today Jax would know exactly how she felt. This was her affirmation.
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In another part of the city, Blade was just finishing up selling his papers for the morning edition. He was dissapointed that Random wasn't there, but he was starting not to care. Now with a little luck and a lot of persistance he could finally find out what Random does do at the club every night.
After taking a walk down the east side of Brooklyn, he ran into a few of his friends from when he was a part of the Rippers. The boys, now Brooklyn newsies who lived on the streets, greeted Blade with a quick spit shake. They continued on with their previous conversation, including Blade in when nesecary. The boys talked secretivly in a code that hardly any of the newsies knew, with the exception of the ex-Rippers. The code had originated in the Bronx, where illegal issues were discussed more then anything, and now it had filtered through to Brooklyn.
"…don't even pan for a spot, yous'll be sittin' for weeks," A blonde haired boy frowned
"Goirls' got talent," a shady-looking red-head smiled, "but Tak's right. Unless yous got the greens, you'll be shootin' by youself."
Blade rolled his eyes, "Is that all you boys tawk about? Can't find your own goirl, so you gotta pay someone else's to mess with you?"
"Blade, this one's different," Tak smirked, "She's from the Bronx. She's easily the most popular goirl in Brooklyn right now. Got guys linin' up for blocks. Only does two a night, and then goes home." He started laughing, "Yet they crave'er. They jus' keep comin' back."
The shady-looking boy nodded under his red bangs in his eyes, "She's like an angel. Gives you everythin' you want. No questions asked. She woirks'er magic, takes the money and leaves. Yous left thinkin' it was all a dream."
Blade nodded, "And I'm assumin' you know from experience?"
He laughed, "No way Blade. Yous think I got enough money to pay for'er?"
"How much?" Blade frowned.
"She asks two-dollahs minimum. And I mean minimum." He frowned, "But Ise goin' ta see Jax tonight at the club to see if I can git in wid'er soon. I saved up for a week…"
Blade glared at the boys, "You guys are sick. So who's this so-called angel anyway? She got a name or, wait…lemme guess, it's Angel isn't it?"
Tak shook his head, "Naw, that's a stupid name Blade. She's got a weird name…can't remember."
Blade rolled his eyes, "Weird name?"
"Yeah," the shady-looking boy smiled, "Random."