Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own so you no sue.
AN: Hey everybody!! Sorry this took so long!!! I had a really busy week………but if any of you thought I had given up on this story……….well…….you were wrong!!!!!!! So here's the next chapter, and I hope you like it………
Comments:
AthenaHunteress: Nooooooooo!!!!! Please, I beg you, anything but that!!!!!
Olive: Hope you have an extra pair of clothes handy………lol……..
Duchess: Thanx, I'm glad to be forgiven……..
Jamie: Well, maybe he is, maybe he isn't…….heh heh heh……..
Moth: I'll forgive you………But only because I'm so incredibly kind and gracious……just kidding…….Thanx for the review!
Rae Kelly: Okay, I posted more……it wasn't soon, but I posted it!
dreamcoat: Thanks!
Bam: Yeah, I like him that way too………
meggiebaby81: Heh, I love suspense……
Volcanous: Nice use of the review space for advertising….I gotta try that…….
Gemini Kelly: You'll know soon enough……..
Jazz/Elise: My God you are persistent!!!! No wonder we all hate you…….Just kidding!!!! I love you!! Elsie………Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!! (yes I did purposefully call you elsie……..heh heh….fifth grade……award………) Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!!
Chapter Twenty-Six
*All Ya Had Ta Do Was Ask*
"Hiya, Jacky-boy," Spot said coldly as Jack entered the room.
"Spot?" Jack whirled around and faced the expressionless Brooklyn newsie.
"What are you doin' heah?" Jack asked.
Spot gave a hollow laugh, "Ise live heah Jack," he said casually.
"Well, yeah, but……." Jack trailed of lamely, "What is Race doing heah?" He asked, gesturing to Racetrack.
"I'm jist heah ta make shoah dat I 'ave a place ta sleep tonight, Cowboy," Race said.
"Race, it's not what you tink, I-" Jack protested, but Race held up his hand for silence.
"How do youse explain dis, den, Jack?" Spot asked, holding up the envelope.
"Youse got it wrong," Jack said angrily.
"How else are we supposed ta get it?! What da hell were youse doin', Jack?! How could you betray yoah own newsies…… yoah own friends?!" Race yelled.
Jade sat on the bed and bit her tongue to keep from interrupting to find out what was going on.
"You jist don't understand, Racetrack," Jack said, running his hand through his hair.
"Den how about youse enlighten' me," Race said, throwing his hands wide.
"I've got ta get ta Chicago," Jack mumbled.
"What?" Spot asked.
Creeper intervened before Jack could respond, "Well," Creeper started, "Dis is all well an' good, but I really 'ave ta go."
"Uh uh, Ise ain't done with you yet, Creepah," Spot said, barring the way to the door.
"Let 'im go, Spot," Jack said.
Spot glared at Jack, and he probably would have punched him if Racetrack hadn't said, "Jist let 'im go, we can deal with 'im latah."
Spot gave Race an evil look, but he let Creeper go anyway.
"I said dat I 'ave ta go ta Chicago," Jack said once Creeper left the room.
"Foist of all, why? An' second of all, what da hell does dat have ta do with you stealin' da deed from Kloppman?!" Asked Race.
'Deed?' Wondered Jade, 'What deed?'
"I don't 'ave ta tell you da foist ting," Jack said, "But da second ting is easy, I needed da money foah a train ticket."
"What does dat 'ave ta do with the Bronx?" Spot asked, suspicious.
"I was gonna sell it ta dem," Jack said guiltily.
"We know," Race said.
"Den why did youse ask?" Asked Jack.
Spot smirked, "Jist wanted ta make you admit it, dat's all."
Race sighed, "Why didn't you jist ask us foah da money, if ya needed it dat bad?"
"'Cause none of you 'ave money ta give me!" Jack said.
"So you were jist gonna sell da deed to da Bronx an' leave us on da streets?!" Race shouted angrily.
Jack looked at his feet, "Well, when ya put it dat way…….."
"I didn't know dat dere was any othah way ta put it!" Race countered.
At last Jade spoke, "Alright, now I've been sittin' heah foah da last fifteen minutes or so, not knowing what da hell youse are all talkin' about, so you can eithah tell me, or I'll get up an' kill all of ya!!" She yelled, not being able to think up a less pathetic insult.
Spot raised his eyebrows, "Wow, yoah alive," he said sarcastically.
"Shove it, Conlon," Jade grumbled.
"K', Jade," Racetrack said, "Heah's da summary: Jack stole the deed to da Manhattan lodging house from Kloppman one night."
Race looked accusingly at Jack, "I didn't know what 'e wanted it foah until I saw 'im sneak out an' go arrange foah da Bronx ta buy it. So, while Jack was gone one day, befoah 'e had sold it, I took it from 'is bunk an' gave it ta Spot, foah safe keeping."
"But," Race continued, "Apparently Creepah saw me, an' since he's all palsy with da Bronx 'e told dem an' offered ta steal it foah dem, so dat way dey wouldn't even have ta pay foah it or nuthin'."
Jade looked at Jack in surprise, "Why would you do dat?" She asked.
"You wouldn't evah understan', Jade," Jack said.
"Why not?" Asked Jade.
"'Cause my muddah's dyin' an' I wanted ta go be with her, but someone who abandoned dere own twin would nevah understand dat kind of ting!" Jack yelled, his voice hoarse.
"You take dat back!" Jade growled, getting off the bed and lunging towards Jack.
Spot intercepted her and held her back.
"Damn it, Spot, do youse always have ta stop me like dat?!" Jade yelled at him.
"Yup," Spot said, and he pushed her back till she was sitting on the bed again. Jade crossed her arms and fumed.
"Now, what was dat about yoah muddah, Jack?" Spot asked.
"She's dyin', an' dere's nuthin' dat any doctah can do about it. She sent me a lettah a while ago an' asked me ta come. I knew dat I could nevah get da money foah da train ticket in time, so I stole da deed from Kloppman, an' told da Bronx I would sell it ta dem," Jack said slowly.
Racetrack folded his arms and thought hard for a minute. He hadn't been expecting this sort of ethical dilemma.
"Race, I'm sorry! You jist gotta forgive me," Jack pleaded.
"Jack," Race said, "You were gonna leave us with no place ta go."
Jack hung his head in shame, "Yeah………."
"So what now?" Asked Jade nonchalantly after a few moments of an awkward silence.
Jack looked at her, "Youse aren't part of dis Jade," he said.
"Hey, Angel was gonna be left on da streets too, pal, so I'm very much a part of dis," Jade replied.
"Since when did you care about Angel?" Jack taunted.
Jade looked like she was going to get up, but a warning look from Spot kept her in her place.
"Leave it alone, Jack," Spot said.
Jack sighed, "So what are we gonna do?" he asked.
"Well," said Race, "Dere's really only one ting to do."
"What would dat be?" Asked Jack glumly.
"How much money didja need?" Asked Racetrack.
"About five bucks," Jack said.
"How much money do ya got, Spot?" Race asked him.
"About two bucks dat Ise can spare," Spot answered after counting the money in his pocket.
"Jade," Race called, and Jade gave him her attention, "You got a buck on ya?" Race asked.
Jade looked at Jack, then Race, then Spot, then back at Jack.
"Yeah," she said finally, pulling a dollar out the pocket of her pants.
She handed it to Race, who pulled out two of his own dollars, and Race also took the money from Spot.
"Here ya go, Jack," Race said, handing it to his friend, "All ya had ta do was ask."
"I can't take dis," Jack said, refusing to take the money from Race.
"Jack," Spot said, "Yoah da only one heah who still has a muddah ta worry about. Go be with her when she needs ya da most."
Jack looked at Spot and nodded after a moments consideration.
Race stuffed the money into Jack's hand.
"Now go get down to da train yard," Race said.
"But, what abou-" Jack started.
"Don't worry about it," Race said clapping Jack on the back, "We'll take care of it. Jist get outta heah."
"Race I'm so sorr-" Jack started again.
Racetrack held up his hand, shoving Jack out the door he said, "Jist go!"
Jack stumbled out the doorway and ran out of the lodging house, grasping the money in his hand like he would never let it go.
AN: So, the cat is out of the bag. Now you all know what the hell was going on…….. Eh, it was a bit sappy……..and some of it was so corny I almost choked………..but hey, I like it anyway………God knows why………hee hee hee……
Oh, and for those of you that are thinking to yourself: Wait a sec, Jack's mom is dead.
She isn't dead yet!!! It never said when she died in the movie, and Jack is fifteen and a half in this story, not seventeen!!!! So his mom is still alive!!!!!
Oh, btw, this wasn't the last chapter ………But it is coming soon……*sobs* so sad…..the end of my first story is here………Luckily, I have the idea for the next one……Yay!!!! Okay, so now that you all absolutely LOVE me for telling you what was happening, REVIEW!!!!! The last chapter is good for any Spot/Jade fans out there, but I won't ever post it if you don't review!!! Right this instant!!! THAT MEANS YOU!!!!!!!!!
AN: Hey everybody!! Sorry this took so long!!! I had a really busy week………but if any of you thought I had given up on this story……….well…….you were wrong!!!!!!! So here's the next chapter, and I hope you like it………
Comments:
AthenaHunteress: Nooooooooo!!!!! Please, I beg you, anything but that!!!!!
Olive: Hope you have an extra pair of clothes handy………lol……..
Duchess: Thanx, I'm glad to be forgiven……..
Jamie: Well, maybe he is, maybe he isn't…….heh heh heh……..
Moth: I'll forgive you………But only because I'm so incredibly kind and gracious……just kidding…….Thanx for the review!
Rae Kelly: Okay, I posted more……it wasn't soon, but I posted it!
dreamcoat: Thanks!
Bam: Yeah, I like him that way too………
meggiebaby81: Heh, I love suspense……
Volcanous: Nice use of the review space for advertising….I gotta try that…….
Gemini Kelly: You'll know soon enough……..
Jazz/Elise: My God you are persistent!!!! No wonder we all hate you…….Just kidding!!!! I love you!! Elsie………Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!! (yes I did purposefully call you elsie……..heh heh….fifth grade……award………) Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!!
Chapter Twenty-Six
*All Ya Had Ta Do Was Ask*
"Hiya, Jacky-boy," Spot said coldly as Jack entered the room.
"Spot?" Jack whirled around and faced the expressionless Brooklyn newsie.
"What are you doin' heah?" Jack asked.
Spot gave a hollow laugh, "Ise live heah Jack," he said casually.
"Well, yeah, but……." Jack trailed of lamely, "What is Race doing heah?" He asked, gesturing to Racetrack.
"I'm jist heah ta make shoah dat I 'ave a place ta sleep tonight, Cowboy," Race said.
"Race, it's not what you tink, I-" Jack protested, but Race held up his hand for silence.
"How do youse explain dis, den, Jack?" Spot asked, holding up the envelope.
"Youse got it wrong," Jack said angrily.
"How else are we supposed ta get it?! What da hell were youse doin', Jack?! How could you betray yoah own newsies…… yoah own friends?!" Race yelled.
Jade sat on the bed and bit her tongue to keep from interrupting to find out what was going on.
"You jist don't understand, Racetrack," Jack said, running his hand through his hair.
"Den how about youse enlighten' me," Race said, throwing his hands wide.
"I've got ta get ta Chicago," Jack mumbled.
"What?" Spot asked.
Creeper intervened before Jack could respond, "Well," Creeper started, "Dis is all well an' good, but I really 'ave ta go."
"Uh uh, Ise ain't done with you yet, Creepah," Spot said, barring the way to the door.
"Let 'im go, Spot," Jack said.
Spot glared at Jack, and he probably would have punched him if Racetrack hadn't said, "Jist let 'im go, we can deal with 'im latah."
Spot gave Race an evil look, but he let Creeper go anyway.
"I said dat I 'ave ta go ta Chicago," Jack said once Creeper left the room.
"Foist of all, why? An' second of all, what da hell does dat have ta do with you stealin' da deed from Kloppman?!" Asked Race.
'Deed?' Wondered Jade, 'What deed?'
"I don't 'ave ta tell you da foist ting," Jack said, "But da second ting is easy, I needed da money foah a train ticket."
"What does dat 'ave ta do with the Bronx?" Spot asked, suspicious.
"I was gonna sell it ta dem," Jack said guiltily.
"We know," Race said.
"Den why did youse ask?" Asked Jack.
Spot smirked, "Jist wanted ta make you admit it, dat's all."
Race sighed, "Why didn't you jist ask us foah da money, if ya needed it dat bad?"
"'Cause none of you 'ave money ta give me!" Jack said.
"So you were jist gonna sell da deed to da Bronx an' leave us on da streets?!" Race shouted angrily.
Jack looked at his feet, "Well, when ya put it dat way…….."
"I didn't know dat dere was any othah way ta put it!" Race countered.
At last Jade spoke, "Alright, now I've been sittin' heah foah da last fifteen minutes or so, not knowing what da hell youse are all talkin' about, so you can eithah tell me, or I'll get up an' kill all of ya!!" She yelled, not being able to think up a less pathetic insult.
Spot raised his eyebrows, "Wow, yoah alive," he said sarcastically.
"Shove it, Conlon," Jade grumbled.
"K', Jade," Racetrack said, "Heah's da summary: Jack stole the deed to da Manhattan lodging house from Kloppman one night."
Race looked accusingly at Jack, "I didn't know what 'e wanted it foah until I saw 'im sneak out an' go arrange foah da Bronx ta buy it. So, while Jack was gone one day, befoah 'e had sold it, I took it from 'is bunk an' gave it ta Spot, foah safe keeping."
"But," Race continued, "Apparently Creepah saw me, an' since he's all palsy with da Bronx 'e told dem an' offered ta steal it foah dem, so dat way dey wouldn't even have ta pay foah it or nuthin'."
Jade looked at Jack in surprise, "Why would you do dat?" She asked.
"You wouldn't evah understan', Jade," Jack said.
"Why not?" Asked Jade.
"'Cause my muddah's dyin' an' I wanted ta go be with her, but someone who abandoned dere own twin would nevah understand dat kind of ting!" Jack yelled, his voice hoarse.
"You take dat back!" Jade growled, getting off the bed and lunging towards Jack.
Spot intercepted her and held her back.
"Damn it, Spot, do youse always have ta stop me like dat?!" Jade yelled at him.
"Yup," Spot said, and he pushed her back till she was sitting on the bed again. Jade crossed her arms and fumed.
"Now, what was dat about yoah muddah, Jack?" Spot asked.
"She's dyin', an' dere's nuthin' dat any doctah can do about it. She sent me a lettah a while ago an' asked me ta come. I knew dat I could nevah get da money foah da train ticket in time, so I stole da deed from Kloppman, an' told da Bronx I would sell it ta dem," Jack said slowly.
Racetrack folded his arms and thought hard for a minute. He hadn't been expecting this sort of ethical dilemma.
"Race, I'm sorry! You jist gotta forgive me," Jack pleaded.
"Jack," Race said, "You were gonna leave us with no place ta go."
Jack hung his head in shame, "Yeah………."
"So what now?" Asked Jade nonchalantly after a few moments of an awkward silence.
Jack looked at her, "Youse aren't part of dis Jade," he said.
"Hey, Angel was gonna be left on da streets too, pal, so I'm very much a part of dis," Jade replied.
"Since when did you care about Angel?" Jack taunted.
Jade looked like she was going to get up, but a warning look from Spot kept her in her place.
"Leave it alone, Jack," Spot said.
Jack sighed, "So what are we gonna do?" he asked.
"Well," said Race, "Dere's really only one ting to do."
"What would dat be?" Asked Jack glumly.
"How much money didja need?" Asked Racetrack.
"About five bucks," Jack said.
"How much money do ya got, Spot?" Race asked him.
"About two bucks dat Ise can spare," Spot answered after counting the money in his pocket.
"Jade," Race called, and Jade gave him her attention, "You got a buck on ya?" Race asked.
Jade looked at Jack, then Race, then Spot, then back at Jack.
"Yeah," she said finally, pulling a dollar out the pocket of her pants.
She handed it to Race, who pulled out two of his own dollars, and Race also took the money from Spot.
"Here ya go, Jack," Race said, handing it to his friend, "All ya had ta do was ask."
"I can't take dis," Jack said, refusing to take the money from Race.
"Jack," Spot said, "Yoah da only one heah who still has a muddah ta worry about. Go be with her when she needs ya da most."
Jack looked at Spot and nodded after a moments consideration.
Race stuffed the money into Jack's hand.
"Now go get down to da train yard," Race said.
"But, what abou-" Jack started.
"Don't worry about it," Race said clapping Jack on the back, "We'll take care of it. Jist get outta heah."
"Race I'm so sorr-" Jack started again.
Racetrack held up his hand, shoving Jack out the door he said, "Jist go!"
Jack stumbled out the doorway and ran out of the lodging house, grasping the money in his hand like he would never let it go.
AN: So, the cat is out of the bag. Now you all know what the hell was going on…….. Eh, it was a bit sappy……..and some of it was so corny I almost choked………..but hey, I like it anyway………God knows why………hee hee hee……
Oh, and for those of you that are thinking to yourself: Wait a sec, Jack's mom is dead.
She isn't dead yet!!! It never said when she died in the movie, and Jack is fifteen and a half in this story, not seventeen!!!! So his mom is still alive!!!!!
Oh, btw, this wasn't the last chapter ………But it is coming soon……*sobs* so sad…..the end of my first story is here………Luckily, I have the idea for the next one……Yay!!!! Okay, so now that you all absolutely LOVE me for telling you what was happening, REVIEW!!!!! The last chapter is good for any Spot/Jade fans out there, but I won't ever post it if you don't review!!! Right this instant!!! THAT MEANS YOU!!!!!!!!!