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AN: Hey all. Sorry this took so frikkin' long, but I had a really hectic weekend. Plus, it was my birthday yesterday! I'm a St. Patrick's Day baby. And my favorite color is green, go figure. Anyway, ta ta for now.
Chapter Nine
*Why?*
Creeper crawled through the window into the bunkroom of the Brooklyn Newsboys LH. He had woken up about two hours after Jade had knocked him out and had quickly left the scene.
Spot, who had come back to Brooklyn after finishing selling his papers, was the first to notice Creeper's return.
"'Ay Creepah, nice shinah," Spot called over to him, "Who gave it to ya?"
Creeper, although rather embarrassed but trying not to show it, said, "Some crazy broad with a hell of a punch."
"Youse got beat up by a goil?!" Spot yelled, purposely making it so everyone in the bunkroom could hear. They all started snickering.
"'Ay, shuddup!" Creeper yelled angrily.
"What'd youse do ta 'er?" Asked Tops, a small little boy who had a fascination with spinning tops.
"Ise didn't do nuttin. It was all Oscah," said Creeper.
"Oscah Delancey?" Asked Spot.
"Yeah," replied Creeper.
"Well, what did 'e do ta 'er?" Tops asked.
"'E tried ta soak 'er."
"Why?" Asked Spot.
"Dunno. 'E said sumtin' about 'er beatin' up 'is bruddah. Said dat 'e recognized 'er voice, an' dat she broak Morris's nose," Creeper said shrugging.
That piqued Spot's interest. This girl was starting to sound familiar.
"What'd she look like?" Spot asked nonchalantly, trying to sound disinterested.
"Well, she was a real lookah, but a little short fer my taste, why?"
"Ise is jist curious, dat's all. But what did she look like, like what color hair an' all?" Spot asked again.
"She had black hair an' weird green eyes," said Creeper, wondering why Spot cared.
"Did she do dis when youse was about ta fight?" Asked Spot, going into the fighting stance Jade had gone into when she fought with him.
"Yeah, do youse know 'er or sometin?" Creeper questioned.
'Dat ain't important, Creepah. Wheah was dis?" Spot asked, becoming impatient for more knowledge.
"In Da Bronx,?" Creeper answered.
Da Bronx?! Spot's mind screamed at him. What da hell is she doin' in Da Bronx?!
"Hawk get ovah heah!" Spot yelled across the room.
"Ise ain't Hawk," the boy Spot yelled to called back.
"Den who da hell are ya?" Spot yelled again.
"Eagle," the boy said, walking over to where Spot was.
"Oh, well Ise can nevah tell the difference," Spot said, as his way of apologizing for the mix up.
Nodding, Eagle asked, "What do ya need?"
Putting his hand on Eagle's shoulder Spot led him over to a corner of the bunkroom where no one could hear him.
"Ise need youse ta go ta Manhattan. Tell Jack, Blink, an' a goil named Angel dat Jade's in da Bronx, okay? But don't tell anybody else. Got all dat?"
"Shoah, Spot," Eagle said, running out of the bunkroom, down the stairs, and out of the LH toward Manhattan.
Hawk and Eagle were triplets, along with their brother Falcon. The only difference between all of them was their eye color.
Hawk's eyes were brownish-yellow, Eagle's eyes were dark green, and Falcon's eyes were gray. All three boys were runners for Spot. Meaning, they delivered messages and such.
Spot retired to his room that was connected to the bunkroom and sat down on his bed, taking of his hat and running his hand through his hair.
God, he thought, Why da hell would any goil go to Da Bronx alone? It's like she's askin' foah trouble!
Actually, that had been on Spot's mind a lot lately. Jade did act like she was purposely trying to be mean, like she didn't want people to like her.
Spot thought back to when he had watched her right before she fell asleep the night before in the Manhattan LH. (AN: Heh, heh, thought I forgot about telling you who was watching her, didn't you?"
She had looked so, well, envious of her sister who was soundly sleeping on the bunk below her.
But why, Spot thought, would she envy Angel?
Jade was so strong and fiery, so why would she be jealous of someone who, at least to Spot, seemed like a pushover and a little bit of a crybaby, at least when it came to everything except when someone hurt Jade?
It just didn't make sense to him.
Spot had always surrounded himself with girls. Every girl in New York wanted to date him or already had.
But all the girls Spot had met were prissy, they wore dresses and make up, and they tried to impress him with their looks and feminine charm.
Jade, on the other hand, had looked him over and had seemed to see nothing of what the other girls saw.
Every other girl had swooned and batted their eyelashes, trying to be funny and get him to laugh, trying to look good.
Jade had not only been nasty and sarcastic, but she had tried to soak him. She had actually tried to beat up Spot Conlon! And what's more, she nearly succeeded in it!
Spot just couldn't understand why the seemingly apathetic Jade would be envious of someone who was practically her complete opposite.
Spot lay down on his bed after taking off his shoes and outer clothes. He tossed and turned for hours, but he couldn't fall asleep.
The question "why?" whirled around inside his head until it made him dizzy.
Suddenly, just as the sun was coming up, Spot sat straight up in bed. He had his answer. It was so silly, so predictable, why didn't he think of it before?
Of course, the reason that Jade would be envious of Angel was……
AN: Mwahahahaha! I'm so evil! *does little dance around computer* Anyway, if anyone thinks they know the answer I can almost guarantee you that you don't know all of it. And if you do, well good job! You're a step in front of me then. Sooooooooo…….ummmm….I really think that you should all review to tell me happy birthday. Yeahhhhhh…..that's really all the incentive I can think of right now. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
AN: Hey all. Sorry this took so frikkin' long, but I had a really hectic weekend. Plus, it was my birthday yesterday! I'm a St. Patrick's Day baby. And my favorite color is green, go figure. Anyway, ta ta for now.
Chapter Nine
*Why?*
Creeper crawled through the window into the bunkroom of the Brooklyn Newsboys LH. He had woken up about two hours after Jade had knocked him out and had quickly left the scene.
Spot, who had come back to Brooklyn after finishing selling his papers, was the first to notice Creeper's return.
"'Ay Creepah, nice shinah," Spot called over to him, "Who gave it to ya?"
Creeper, although rather embarrassed but trying not to show it, said, "Some crazy broad with a hell of a punch."
"Youse got beat up by a goil?!" Spot yelled, purposely making it so everyone in the bunkroom could hear. They all started snickering.
"'Ay, shuddup!" Creeper yelled angrily.
"What'd youse do ta 'er?" Asked Tops, a small little boy who had a fascination with spinning tops.
"Ise didn't do nuttin. It was all Oscah," said Creeper.
"Oscah Delancey?" Asked Spot.
"Yeah," replied Creeper.
"Well, what did 'e do ta 'er?" Tops asked.
"'E tried ta soak 'er."
"Why?" Asked Spot.
"Dunno. 'E said sumtin' about 'er beatin' up 'is bruddah. Said dat 'e recognized 'er voice, an' dat she broak Morris's nose," Creeper said shrugging.
That piqued Spot's interest. This girl was starting to sound familiar.
"What'd she look like?" Spot asked nonchalantly, trying to sound disinterested.
"Well, she was a real lookah, but a little short fer my taste, why?"
"Ise is jist curious, dat's all. But what did she look like, like what color hair an' all?" Spot asked again.
"She had black hair an' weird green eyes," said Creeper, wondering why Spot cared.
"Did she do dis when youse was about ta fight?" Asked Spot, going into the fighting stance Jade had gone into when she fought with him.
"Yeah, do youse know 'er or sometin?" Creeper questioned.
'Dat ain't important, Creepah. Wheah was dis?" Spot asked, becoming impatient for more knowledge.
"In Da Bronx,?" Creeper answered.
Da Bronx?! Spot's mind screamed at him. What da hell is she doin' in Da Bronx?!
"Hawk get ovah heah!" Spot yelled across the room.
"Ise ain't Hawk," the boy Spot yelled to called back.
"Den who da hell are ya?" Spot yelled again.
"Eagle," the boy said, walking over to where Spot was.
"Oh, well Ise can nevah tell the difference," Spot said, as his way of apologizing for the mix up.
Nodding, Eagle asked, "What do ya need?"
Putting his hand on Eagle's shoulder Spot led him over to a corner of the bunkroom where no one could hear him.
"Ise need youse ta go ta Manhattan. Tell Jack, Blink, an' a goil named Angel dat Jade's in da Bronx, okay? But don't tell anybody else. Got all dat?"
"Shoah, Spot," Eagle said, running out of the bunkroom, down the stairs, and out of the LH toward Manhattan.
Hawk and Eagle were triplets, along with their brother Falcon. The only difference between all of them was their eye color.
Hawk's eyes were brownish-yellow, Eagle's eyes were dark green, and Falcon's eyes were gray. All three boys were runners for Spot. Meaning, they delivered messages and such.
Spot retired to his room that was connected to the bunkroom and sat down on his bed, taking of his hat and running his hand through his hair.
God, he thought, Why da hell would any goil go to Da Bronx alone? It's like she's askin' foah trouble!
Actually, that had been on Spot's mind a lot lately. Jade did act like she was purposely trying to be mean, like she didn't want people to like her.
Spot thought back to when he had watched her right before she fell asleep the night before in the Manhattan LH. (AN: Heh, heh, thought I forgot about telling you who was watching her, didn't you?"
She had looked so, well, envious of her sister who was soundly sleeping on the bunk below her.
But why, Spot thought, would she envy Angel?
Jade was so strong and fiery, so why would she be jealous of someone who, at least to Spot, seemed like a pushover and a little bit of a crybaby, at least when it came to everything except when someone hurt Jade?
It just didn't make sense to him.
Spot had always surrounded himself with girls. Every girl in New York wanted to date him or already had.
But all the girls Spot had met were prissy, they wore dresses and make up, and they tried to impress him with their looks and feminine charm.
Jade, on the other hand, had looked him over and had seemed to see nothing of what the other girls saw.
Every other girl had swooned and batted their eyelashes, trying to be funny and get him to laugh, trying to look good.
Jade had not only been nasty and sarcastic, but she had tried to soak him. She had actually tried to beat up Spot Conlon! And what's more, she nearly succeeded in it!
Spot just couldn't understand why the seemingly apathetic Jade would be envious of someone who was practically her complete opposite.
Spot lay down on his bed after taking off his shoes and outer clothes. He tossed and turned for hours, but he couldn't fall asleep.
The question "why?" whirled around inside his head until it made him dizzy.
Suddenly, just as the sun was coming up, Spot sat straight up in bed. He had his answer. It was so silly, so predictable, why didn't he think of it before?
Of course, the reason that Jade would be envious of Angel was……
AN: Mwahahahaha! I'm so evil! *does little dance around computer* Anyway, if anyone thinks they know the answer I can almost guarantee you that you don't know all of it. And if you do, well good job! You're a step in front of me then. Sooooooooo…….ummmm….I really think that you should all review to tell me happy birthday. Yeahhhhhh…..that's really all the incentive I can think of right now. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!