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AN: Sorry it took me so long to update this story. It's Passover and all my relatives are visiting. That means that I have to spend incredibly large amounts of my time entertaining my cousins all the while making sure to not get in trouble. So far I've been banished to my room once, told that I need psychiatric help and medication, and have been forbade from going to see The Count Of Monte Cristo with the rest of my family for not listening to my dad when he told me not to do something. Isn't life peachy? Anwayz, on with the story! (finally……)
Chapter Fourteen
*Come Ta Brooklyn*
As Joker walked into the front room of The Bronx's lodging house she heard Jack talking with Blade.
"We'se is looking foah a goil," Jack explained, when Blade asked what he was doing there.
"An' what does dis goil look like?" Blade asked, laughing a little, "We'se got plenty a goils in Da Bronx, Kelly."
Jack gave Blade an irritated look.
Joker, who was standing on the stairwell breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried that Blade would tell Jack that Jade might be the girl he was looking for, considering she had just come the night before.
Blade, of course, had been able to tell from the beginning that Jade had been running from something, and he didn't want to tell Jack she was there because it might have been Jack that she was running from.
Plus, he didn't really like Jack all that much, so he felt like giving him a hard time.
Spot stepped from behind Jack and answered for him, "She's short, has black hair an' green eyes."
Blade looked at Spot in surprise, but he quickly composed himself, he hadn't been able to see Spot at first from his position behind Jack.
"So is she here?" Spot demanded, getting impatient.
"No," Joker interjected before Blade could say anything, and he glared at her for interrupting, "Dere ain't nobody dat fits dat description stayin' heah."
"Jokah," Spot said amused, "Ise didn't see youse come down da stairs."
Joker snorted in disgust. Spot and her didn't have a pretty history.
"It was probably 'cause youse was standin' behind Jack an' youse is about three feet shortah den him," Joker retorted.
Spot glared at her menacingly, as did Blade, because he didn't want Joker starting anything between The Bronx and Brooklyn.
"Well Jack, Jade ain't heah, so youse might as well leave," Joker said sarcastically, "Unless less youse is too stupid ta find yoah way home."
"Dat's enough, Jokah," Blade said threateningly.
Jack glared at her, but he turned on his heel and walked out of the lodging house, followed by Blink and a disappointed looking Angel.
"Youse comin' Spot?" Jack called over his shoulder.
"Nah, Ise gotta talk with Blade about some territory business, so Ise'll catch ya latah, Jacky-boy," Spot replied nonchalantly.
Blade looked at Spot, confused, as the three Manhattan newsies exited the building.
"We'se is havin territory problems, Spot?" Blade asked.
"No, we'se ain't. We'se is havin problems with rememberin' whose stayin' in our own lodgin' houses," Spot said casually.
Joker, who was about to walk up the stairs, froze in her place. Turning around she said, "Youse hit yoah head or sometin' Conlon?"
"Stay outa dis, Jokah," Blade growled, "Go upstairs."
"It's okay Blade," Spot said, after making a mean face at Joker (AN: Ooooohhhh, isn't he scary?……..), "She can' stay down heah, in fact, Ise need ta ask her sometin'."
"What do youse need, Spot?" Joker asked in mock respect, her voice syrupy sweet.
"Why did youse lie ta Jack?" Spot then turned to Blade, "An' Blade, why did youse let her?"
"Ise don't know what youse is talkin about, Spot," said Blade in fake confusion.
Joker looked at Spot innocently, "Yeah Spot," she said, "Da goil youse is lookin' foah ain't stayin heah."
"So Jade ain't heah?" Asked Spot.
A warning bell went off in Blade's head, and he almost slapped his forehead in annoyance when Joker said "No."
Spot smirked.
"What?" Joker demanded.
"No one evah said her name was Jade, Jokah," Spot said triumphantly.
Joker looked over at Blade for help but he just shook his head at her. He had realized her mistake moments before.
"Damn," Joker swore under her breath.
"Ise heard da door open an' close, so dere gone, right?" Jade whispered, sneaking a few steps down the stairs.
Spot turned his head and saw her at the exact moment she saw him.
"Shit!" She said rather loudly.
"Of all people why do youse have ta be heah?" Jade asked, coming the rest of the way down the stairs, crossing her arms over her chest.
Spot shrugged.
"Why didn't youse leave with da rest of dem?" Jade asked, nodding her head toward the door.
"'Cause yoah pal Jokah accidently gave ya away, an' Ise was da only one who noticed," Spot said.
Jade glared at Joker who looked at her sheepishly and apologetically. Then she thought of something.
"So why didn't youse tell Jack dat Ise really was heah?" Jade asked, now genuinely curious.
Spot shrugged again. Why hadn't he told Jack?
"Ise don't know," Spot said truthfully.
Jade looked at Spot in exaggerated surprise, "Are youse serious?! Youse is admittin' dat youse don't know sometin'?!"
"Shuddup," Spot said, while Joker snickered in the background.
"So Ise guess youse owe me one den," Spot said, looking Jade in the eye.
Jade stared back at him, "Oh, no," she started, "No, no, no, Ise didn't ask youse ta do anytin' foah me, so Ise don't owe youse nuttin. Just leave me da hell alone, okay Spot?"
Jade turned to go back upstairs with Joker when Spot called out to her, "So Ise guess Jacky-boy will be mighty interested ta hear dat youse is in Da Bronx after all."
"Youse wouldn't….." Jade said disgustedly.
"Try me," Spot said bluntly.
"Fine, den. What do youse want?" Jade asked angrily, not liking that he had the upper hand.
"Ise want youse ta get out of Da Bronx," Spot stated simply.
Just as Jade and Joker were about to protest Blade held up his hand, saying, "Jade, Ise don't want youse in Da Bronx eithah."
When Jade gave him a hurt look he quickly amended by saying, "Ise ain't got nuttin' against youse or anytin', it's just dat Ise is havin' enough trouble with Manhattan without bein' caught up in dis mess."
Joker gave Blade a look of betrayal and he shot her one of annoyance for being involved in any of this.
Jade looked at Joker for some sort of help and Joker looked back at her, just as helpless.
"Sorry," Joker mouthed to Jade across the room.
"Where am Ise supposed ta go?" Jade asked Spot, frustrated.
"Manhattan," Spot replied.
"Uh, huh, shoah, ovah my dead body," Jade grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
Spot sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, don't sigh at me, Conlon. Youse ain't given me any options heah! Ise can't stay heah an' Ise ain't goin back ta Manhattan!" Jade yelled, exasperated.
"Why?!" Spot yelled back.
"Ise don't have ta tell youse!" Jade shouted, almost screaming at him.
"Aaaaarrrrggggghhhhhh!!!" Spot yelled, throwing his hands in the air, "Youse are impossible!" He shouted, pointing his finger at Jade and taking a step forward.
"Ise is impossible?! Ha!!! Yoah da one who tinks 'e can tell me wheah ta go an' wheah not ta go! Since when did youse become my mastah?! Ise mean, foist ya come heah an' Ise don't even know why da hell youse did dat, an' den youse tell me ta leave, an' if Ise don't youse'll tell Jack, an' den Angel will find out an' make me come back ta Manhattan! Ise don't have anywheah ta go!!!" Jade screamed at Spot, stomping over to him and getting right up in his face.
"Den come ta Brooklyn!!" Spot screamed back at her.
Jade looked at him in pure shock. Blade was trying not to laugh, and Joker wasn't even trying anymore. Spot looked just as surprised at his words as Jade did!
"What?" Jade asked, the wind being taken from her sails she had become much calmer.
"Come ta Brooklyn," Spot said simply.
Even if he hadn't meant to say it in the first place, it just kind of popped out, he couldn't take it back now.
"Ise tink dat's a wonderful idea!" Blade exclaimed, clapping Jade on the back and steering her towards the stairs, telling her to go get her stuff.
Joker accompanied the still shocked Jade to the bunkroom while Blade went back to Spot.
"What was dat?" Blade asked, still laughing.
"Shuddup," Spot growled.
"Ise tought youse didn't like her," Blade said, leaning against the front desk.
"Ise don't," Spot said, giving Blade a weird look.
"Uh huh," Blade said sarcastically, "Den why did youse invite her ta Brooklyn?"
"'Cause she didn't have anywheah else ta go," Spot said defensively.
"Since when did youse become a softy?" Blade asked.
"Since when did youse become an' expert on my behavior?" Spot asked.
Blade shrugged for about the millionth time that night.
Spot glared at him and fiddled around with the top of his cane for lack of something better to do, waiting for Jade.
AN: Heh, heh, heh, the plot thickens. Do you like chickens? Or Charles Dickens? Hmmmmm…..what else rhymes with that? Oh, well, I'm to lazy to figure it out. Aaaarrrggghhh!!!! My cousin started reading this over my shoulder while I was typing! That is so irritating! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Now my other cousin is bugging about fixing the t.v.! Waaaaaaahhhhhhhh! I can't get any peace in this house!! Save me!!!!! Save me by writing a review, or reviews!!!! Anything, please!!!!!!
AN: Sorry it took me so long to update this story. It's Passover and all my relatives are visiting. That means that I have to spend incredibly large amounts of my time entertaining my cousins all the while making sure to not get in trouble. So far I've been banished to my room once, told that I need psychiatric help and medication, and have been forbade from going to see The Count Of Monte Cristo with the rest of my family for not listening to my dad when he told me not to do something. Isn't life peachy? Anwayz, on with the story! (finally……)
Chapter Fourteen
*Come Ta Brooklyn*
As Joker walked into the front room of The Bronx's lodging house she heard Jack talking with Blade.
"We'se is looking foah a goil," Jack explained, when Blade asked what he was doing there.
"An' what does dis goil look like?" Blade asked, laughing a little, "We'se got plenty a goils in Da Bronx, Kelly."
Jack gave Blade an irritated look.
Joker, who was standing on the stairwell breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried that Blade would tell Jack that Jade might be the girl he was looking for, considering she had just come the night before.
Blade, of course, had been able to tell from the beginning that Jade had been running from something, and he didn't want to tell Jack she was there because it might have been Jack that she was running from.
Plus, he didn't really like Jack all that much, so he felt like giving him a hard time.
Spot stepped from behind Jack and answered for him, "She's short, has black hair an' green eyes."
Blade looked at Spot in surprise, but he quickly composed himself, he hadn't been able to see Spot at first from his position behind Jack.
"So is she here?" Spot demanded, getting impatient.
"No," Joker interjected before Blade could say anything, and he glared at her for interrupting, "Dere ain't nobody dat fits dat description stayin' heah."
"Jokah," Spot said amused, "Ise didn't see youse come down da stairs."
Joker snorted in disgust. Spot and her didn't have a pretty history.
"It was probably 'cause youse was standin' behind Jack an' youse is about three feet shortah den him," Joker retorted.
Spot glared at her menacingly, as did Blade, because he didn't want Joker starting anything between The Bronx and Brooklyn.
"Well Jack, Jade ain't heah, so youse might as well leave," Joker said sarcastically, "Unless less youse is too stupid ta find yoah way home."
"Dat's enough, Jokah," Blade said threateningly.
Jack glared at her, but he turned on his heel and walked out of the lodging house, followed by Blink and a disappointed looking Angel.
"Youse comin' Spot?" Jack called over his shoulder.
"Nah, Ise gotta talk with Blade about some territory business, so Ise'll catch ya latah, Jacky-boy," Spot replied nonchalantly.
Blade looked at Spot, confused, as the three Manhattan newsies exited the building.
"We'se is havin territory problems, Spot?" Blade asked.
"No, we'se ain't. We'se is havin problems with rememberin' whose stayin' in our own lodgin' houses," Spot said casually.
Joker, who was about to walk up the stairs, froze in her place. Turning around she said, "Youse hit yoah head or sometin' Conlon?"
"Stay outa dis, Jokah," Blade growled, "Go upstairs."
"It's okay Blade," Spot said, after making a mean face at Joker (AN: Ooooohhhh, isn't he scary?……..), "She can' stay down heah, in fact, Ise need ta ask her sometin'."
"What do youse need, Spot?" Joker asked in mock respect, her voice syrupy sweet.
"Why did youse lie ta Jack?" Spot then turned to Blade, "An' Blade, why did youse let her?"
"Ise don't know what youse is talkin about, Spot," said Blade in fake confusion.
Joker looked at Spot innocently, "Yeah Spot," she said, "Da goil youse is lookin' foah ain't stayin heah."
"So Jade ain't heah?" Asked Spot.
A warning bell went off in Blade's head, and he almost slapped his forehead in annoyance when Joker said "No."
Spot smirked.
"What?" Joker demanded.
"No one evah said her name was Jade, Jokah," Spot said triumphantly.
Joker looked over at Blade for help but he just shook his head at her. He had realized her mistake moments before.
"Damn," Joker swore under her breath.
"Ise heard da door open an' close, so dere gone, right?" Jade whispered, sneaking a few steps down the stairs.
Spot turned his head and saw her at the exact moment she saw him.
"Shit!" She said rather loudly.
"Of all people why do youse have ta be heah?" Jade asked, coming the rest of the way down the stairs, crossing her arms over her chest.
Spot shrugged.
"Why didn't youse leave with da rest of dem?" Jade asked, nodding her head toward the door.
"'Cause yoah pal Jokah accidently gave ya away, an' Ise was da only one who noticed," Spot said.
Jade glared at Joker who looked at her sheepishly and apologetically. Then she thought of something.
"So why didn't youse tell Jack dat Ise really was heah?" Jade asked, now genuinely curious.
Spot shrugged again. Why hadn't he told Jack?
"Ise don't know," Spot said truthfully.
Jade looked at Spot in exaggerated surprise, "Are youse serious?! Youse is admittin' dat youse don't know sometin'?!"
"Shuddup," Spot said, while Joker snickered in the background.
"So Ise guess youse owe me one den," Spot said, looking Jade in the eye.
Jade stared back at him, "Oh, no," she started, "No, no, no, Ise didn't ask youse ta do anytin' foah me, so Ise don't owe youse nuttin. Just leave me da hell alone, okay Spot?"
Jade turned to go back upstairs with Joker when Spot called out to her, "So Ise guess Jacky-boy will be mighty interested ta hear dat youse is in Da Bronx after all."
"Youse wouldn't….." Jade said disgustedly.
"Try me," Spot said bluntly.
"Fine, den. What do youse want?" Jade asked angrily, not liking that he had the upper hand.
"Ise want youse ta get out of Da Bronx," Spot stated simply.
Just as Jade and Joker were about to protest Blade held up his hand, saying, "Jade, Ise don't want youse in Da Bronx eithah."
When Jade gave him a hurt look he quickly amended by saying, "Ise ain't got nuttin' against youse or anytin', it's just dat Ise is havin' enough trouble with Manhattan without bein' caught up in dis mess."
Joker gave Blade a look of betrayal and he shot her one of annoyance for being involved in any of this.
Jade looked at Joker for some sort of help and Joker looked back at her, just as helpless.
"Sorry," Joker mouthed to Jade across the room.
"Where am Ise supposed ta go?" Jade asked Spot, frustrated.
"Manhattan," Spot replied.
"Uh, huh, shoah, ovah my dead body," Jade grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
Spot sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, don't sigh at me, Conlon. Youse ain't given me any options heah! Ise can't stay heah an' Ise ain't goin back ta Manhattan!" Jade yelled, exasperated.
"Why?!" Spot yelled back.
"Ise don't have ta tell youse!" Jade shouted, almost screaming at him.
"Aaaaarrrrggggghhhhhh!!!" Spot yelled, throwing his hands in the air, "Youse are impossible!" He shouted, pointing his finger at Jade and taking a step forward.
"Ise is impossible?! Ha!!! Yoah da one who tinks 'e can tell me wheah ta go an' wheah not ta go! Since when did youse become my mastah?! Ise mean, foist ya come heah an' Ise don't even know why da hell youse did dat, an' den youse tell me ta leave, an' if Ise don't youse'll tell Jack, an' den Angel will find out an' make me come back ta Manhattan! Ise don't have anywheah ta go!!!" Jade screamed at Spot, stomping over to him and getting right up in his face.
"Den come ta Brooklyn!!" Spot screamed back at her.
Jade looked at him in pure shock. Blade was trying not to laugh, and Joker wasn't even trying anymore. Spot looked just as surprised at his words as Jade did!
"What?" Jade asked, the wind being taken from her sails she had become much calmer.
"Come ta Brooklyn," Spot said simply.
Even if he hadn't meant to say it in the first place, it just kind of popped out, he couldn't take it back now.
"Ise tink dat's a wonderful idea!" Blade exclaimed, clapping Jade on the back and steering her towards the stairs, telling her to go get her stuff.
Joker accompanied the still shocked Jade to the bunkroom while Blade went back to Spot.
"What was dat?" Blade asked, still laughing.
"Shuddup," Spot growled.
"Ise tought youse didn't like her," Blade said, leaning against the front desk.
"Ise don't," Spot said, giving Blade a weird look.
"Uh huh," Blade said sarcastically, "Den why did youse invite her ta Brooklyn?"
"'Cause she didn't have anywheah else ta go," Spot said defensively.
"Since when did youse become a softy?" Blade asked.
"Since when did youse become an' expert on my behavior?" Spot asked.
Blade shrugged for about the millionth time that night.
Spot glared at him and fiddled around with the top of his cane for lack of something better to do, waiting for Jade.
AN: Heh, heh, heh, the plot thickens. Do you like chickens? Or Charles Dickens? Hmmmmm…..what else rhymes with that? Oh, well, I'm to lazy to figure it out. Aaaarrrggghhh!!!! My cousin started reading this over my shoulder while I was typing! That is so irritating! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Now my other cousin is bugging about fixing the t.v.! Waaaaaaahhhhhhhh! I can't get any peace in this house!! Save me!!!!! Save me by writing a review, or reviews!!!! Anything, please!!!!!!