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Chapter 7 [the infamous spot conlon]
I found myself on the stairs, my arms draped around my legs and my head resting on my knees. Being a reasonably cold night, I was shaking until I was sweating and my head was full of mindless chatter.
What was I doing here? I didn't belong here!
As though someone had just woken me up from a deep sleep a sudden memory came back to me. the dream! The night I left, I left because of my dream.
Something about what Jack had just told me brought back memories of the night I left home. None of it seemed to make sense. I just knew that if I didn't get out of my house then I wouldn't get to experience life. Leaving my house and my dream didn't seem to intertwine in each other but deep down I just knew that what Jack had just whispered to me gave me a bad feeling.
"Bailey," Jack whispered as he walked into the stairwell trying his hardest to avoid noise so that the boys wouldn't wake up.
Feeling threatened by his presence at that moment I looked back at him. my vision was blurred by tears and my face tear streaked face felt hot and tempered. The nearer he came the more I wanted to leave that place.
Feeling frozen in that instant I picked myself up and ran for my life out of the lodging house.
I ran right past Kloppman sleeping pleasantly at his desk, past the statue of Horace Greeley and right past Tibby's and the bench that had been my only companion until I met Mondie. I ran past the corner that Mondie and I had looked in on Mush and I didn't even stop once when I passed where Jack had held me in his arms after he had so graciously saved my life.
Completely out of breathe I stood on the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge. I stayed there for a brief time, torn as to whether I should head home or stay in Manhattan as I caught my breathe.
"Hey there beautiful," a voice called from the dark. "What's a pretty goil like yaself doing out by themself at this hour?"
Looking up from my dilemma and pushing it aside I saw a boy, about sixteen or seventeen but no older looking to me. He had the same beautiful sandy colored hair as Jack but was considerably smaller both in his height and size. He appeared to only be about an inch or so taller then I, but never- the-less seemed to have charisma and confidence.
Taking my hand, he gently kissed it, he was charming as they came. "How 'bout a walk?" He asked with an darling half- smile and with that he linked his arm in mine and we walked over the Bridge together, his features shining against the calmness of the water. He looked quite similar to Jack. same sandy colored hair and hairstyle. but Jack was far more handsome.
As we reached Brooklyn's side of the bridge he grabbed both of my hands so that we faced each other.
How could this be? After a lifetime of the opposite sex walking all over me, or more commonly, ignoring me. why did I suddenly have two boys who abruptly found interest?
In disbelief I stared deep into his eyes, looking for the same comfort I found in Jack's. but I couldn't find it. I stared into his eyes and saw nothing but two eyes. staring back at me.
We stood like that for a good minute. staring each other down as we held our hands out to one another.
"Is this just feeling awkward to me?" I spoke up. not even knowing this boys name.
"Who's got tome to feel awkward when they've got a beautiful goil opposite them?" He said giving me another one of his signature half-smiles.
Feeling a tad embarrassed I blushed shyly, "I'm Bailey by the way,"
"Well, well, well. Finally a girl with a beautiful name to match her own charm." He said touching my face with his hands.
"And you are."
"You don't know who I am?" He asked in utter shock and amazement.
"I didn't know I was supposed to!" I shot back at him. half serious, half flirty.
"Well. I'm Spot, Spot Conlon. Had no idea there was a teenage girl in all of New York who hadn't heard about my reputation." he said drifting off. as though he didn't want to finish that sentence. "Anyways, doll. let me offer you a bed to sleep in tonight." He said, quickly changing the tone in his voice.
"You're reputation being.?" I asked innocently, looking once again into his eyes looking for the look that only Jack could fulfill.
Just two eyes stared back.
"That's not important," he said with a sly little smile, "what's important is that you're with me now."
Being complimented was something new to me. I didn't now how to respond to it. I once again merely shyly smiled and giggled. I turned my eyes to the ground so that Spot wouldn't see my cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson as I blushed.
When I looked up I was taken back at what I saw! Spot leaning in real slow to kiss me. His eyes were closed thank God because I bet if someone were looking at me they would have laughed at the look on my face. I was horrified and shocked all at once.
I quickly turned my face to the side so that Spots kiss landed sloppily on my cheek.
"How 'bout that bed Spot?" I asked quickly to avoid awkwardness after this embarrassing moment.
His eyebrows raising and that smile once more splattered all over his face he lit up like a light bulb.
"Sure thing doll face."
He said through his smirk as he put his arm out to me. I hesitantly wrapped my arm around his and together we walked, the infamous Spot Conlon and I.
It was what he was infamous for that I didn't know.
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Hope you guys like my plot twist! HAHA! Bet you weren't expecting it! To be completely honest. I wasn't! :o)
Thanks for the reviews guys!
Chapter 7 [the infamous spot conlon]
I found myself on the stairs, my arms draped around my legs and my head resting on my knees. Being a reasonably cold night, I was shaking until I was sweating and my head was full of mindless chatter.
What was I doing here? I didn't belong here!
As though someone had just woken me up from a deep sleep a sudden memory came back to me. the dream! The night I left, I left because of my dream.
Something about what Jack had just told me brought back memories of the night I left home. None of it seemed to make sense. I just knew that if I didn't get out of my house then I wouldn't get to experience life. Leaving my house and my dream didn't seem to intertwine in each other but deep down I just knew that what Jack had just whispered to me gave me a bad feeling.
"Bailey," Jack whispered as he walked into the stairwell trying his hardest to avoid noise so that the boys wouldn't wake up.
Feeling threatened by his presence at that moment I looked back at him. my vision was blurred by tears and my face tear streaked face felt hot and tempered. The nearer he came the more I wanted to leave that place.
Feeling frozen in that instant I picked myself up and ran for my life out of the lodging house.
I ran right past Kloppman sleeping pleasantly at his desk, past the statue of Horace Greeley and right past Tibby's and the bench that had been my only companion until I met Mondie. I ran past the corner that Mondie and I had looked in on Mush and I didn't even stop once when I passed where Jack had held me in his arms after he had so graciously saved my life.
Completely out of breathe I stood on the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge. I stayed there for a brief time, torn as to whether I should head home or stay in Manhattan as I caught my breathe.
"Hey there beautiful," a voice called from the dark. "What's a pretty goil like yaself doing out by themself at this hour?"
Looking up from my dilemma and pushing it aside I saw a boy, about sixteen or seventeen but no older looking to me. He had the same beautiful sandy colored hair as Jack but was considerably smaller both in his height and size. He appeared to only be about an inch or so taller then I, but never- the-less seemed to have charisma and confidence.
Taking my hand, he gently kissed it, he was charming as they came. "How 'bout a walk?" He asked with an darling half- smile and with that he linked his arm in mine and we walked over the Bridge together, his features shining against the calmness of the water. He looked quite similar to Jack. same sandy colored hair and hairstyle. but Jack was far more handsome.
As we reached Brooklyn's side of the bridge he grabbed both of my hands so that we faced each other.
How could this be? After a lifetime of the opposite sex walking all over me, or more commonly, ignoring me. why did I suddenly have two boys who abruptly found interest?
In disbelief I stared deep into his eyes, looking for the same comfort I found in Jack's. but I couldn't find it. I stared into his eyes and saw nothing but two eyes. staring back at me.
We stood like that for a good minute. staring each other down as we held our hands out to one another.
"Is this just feeling awkward to me?" I spoke up. not even knowing this boys name.
"Who's got tome to feel awkward when they've got a beautiful goil opposite them?" He said giving me another one of his signature half-smiles.
Feeling a tad embarrassed I blushed shyly, "I'm Bailey by the way,"
"Well, well, well. Finally a girl with a beautiful name to match her own charm." He said touching my face with his hands.
"And you are."
"You don't know who I am?" He asked in utter shock and amazement.
"I didn't know I was supposed to!" I shot back at him. half serious, half flirty.
"Well. I'm Spot, Spot Conlon. Had no idea there was a teenage girl in all of New York who hadn't heard about my reputation." he said drifting off. as though he didn't want to finish that sentence. "Anyways, doll. let me offer you a bed to sleep in tonight." He said, quickly changing the tone in his voice.
"You're reputation being.?" I asked innocently, looking once again into his eyes looking for the look that only Jack could fulfill.
Just two eyes stared back.
"That's not important," he said with a sly little smile, "what's important is that you're with me now."
Being complimented was something new to me. I didn't now how to respond to it. I once again merely shyly smiled and giggled. I turned my eyes to the ground so that Spot wouldn't see my cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson as I blushed.
When I looked up I was taken back at what I saw! Spot leaning in real slow to kiss me. His eyes were closed thank God because I bet if someone were looking at me they would have laughed at the look on my face. I was horrified and shocked all at once.
I quickly turned my face to the side so that Spots kiss landed sloppily on my cheek.
"How 'bout that bed Spot?" I asked quickly to avoid awkwardness after this embarrassing moment.
His eyebrows raising and that smile once more splattered all over his face he lit up like a light bulb.
"Sure thing doll face."
He said through his smirk as he put his arm out to me. I hesitantly wrapped my arm around his and together we walked, the infamous Spot Conlon and I.
It was what he was infamous for that I didn't know.
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