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Spotty: I know. They do make a cute a couple. And if you like them, just wait till I post my prequel to this story. I think you might enjoy it.
Rae Kelly: Thank you for reviewing. I hope you got my e-mail. I still don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I'll remember and tell you later.
Disclaimer: (Does anyone hate these things as much as I do?) I blah blah blah Newies blah blah blah Disney blah blah blah Gabriel blah blah blah Aaron blah blah blah Ivan blah blah blah Michael blah blah blah Mark blah blah blah Trey blah blah blah really hot. Enjoy this chapter and remember to R&R!
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"Do they ever stop fighting? Have they even had one civil conversation with each other?" Emmy asked the boys (Mush, Blink, Race, Dutchy, and Skittery) that sat around her in the lobby that night.
"I'se don' t'ink so." Race answered as he relit his cigar.
"It seems dat all dey want ta do is argue wit each udah. And dey fight ovah da stupidest t'ings." Blink said as he ran his hand through his sandy hair.
"I wish I knew of a way to get them to start being civil to one another."
"Hey. Since we is on da subject of Summer 'n Jack, 'as anyone seen 'em?" Skittery asked.
"Jack was headin' towards Brooklyn last time I saw 'im. Summer, she wasn' at da front desk like she usually is when we come in." Dutchy said.
"She has to be here somewhere, or she wouldn't have left the door unlocked." Emmy started to become concerned. She hoped that Jack's comments hadn't pushed to do what she was threatening to do the other day. Leave.
"She's gotta be somewhere. Maybe she's jist in 'er room or somet'ing." Mush stated.
"No, I already checked."
Skittery stood up and said, "She might up on da roof. I'll go 'n' check." And with that, the newsy left his concerned friends.
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"…Deepest waters running swiftly, birds a-flying through the air…" Singing could be heard as Skittery walked onto the roof. Summer stood with her back to him working on her plants with only a kerosene lamp to help her see. He continued to listen to Summer singing being careful not to interrupt her. Summer had one of the most beautiful voices (does that make sense?) he had ever heard. "…Kiss a young man, go a-courting: Kind sir I don't have a care. Rattle on the stovepipe, boot-jack, Joe." Summer finished the song when Skittery started to clap. Summer jumped out the noise causing one of her flowerpots to fall off the ledge. "Crap, there goes my oregano."
"I'se sorry. I didn' mean ta startle ya."
"No it's ok. I just wasn't expecting anyone to come up here."
"Yous got a great voice, Summer. You should sing at Medda's some time."
"I don't think I can sing in front of a bunch of people I don't know."
"Soah ya can. Everyone's afraid to perform in front of people dey don't know for da foist time. But it won't be people ya don't know. It'll be jist us guys 'n' maybe some from odah boroughs."
"It won't be my first time."
"What do ya mean not yous foist time?"
"Nothing. So what brings you up here?" Summer asked, wiping her dirt covered hands on her pants.
"We's all was gettin' worried about where you were 'cuz we hadn' seen you since this afternoon." Skittery walked closer to Summer so he could get a better look at her face in the dim light.
"Well I've been up here most of the afternoon." Summer said, all the anger that filled her voice at lunch was nowhere to be heard.
"What's gott'n you so happy, Summer? Yous was so pissed off dis afternoon 'n' now yous all happy."
"Oh I get my anger out my doing hard work, usually with the cattle. But since there are no cattle in New York City, I had to make do with my plants. Plus the fact that I got a letter from Trigger today." Summer's eyes gleamed with joy as she spoke. "Trigger's coming to visit in June while the boys are on the drive." Summer carefully put out the kerosene lamp and sat down on the roof.
"Why d'ya put out da lamp?"
"Because you get a better view of the stars when there are less lights. Come down and join me." Skittery sat down next to Summer, watching her look up at the stars. Although he could hardly see, he could tell she was happy with the look in her eyes. It was a few minutes before Summer spoke back up. "It just amazes me every night I look up at the stars. I can't believe it." Summer turned her head and looked at Skittery.
"Believe what?" Skittery began to lean in as he spoke. He couldn't help it. He had liked Summer since the first day she had arrived.
"Believe that these same stars are the same ones as back home. They look so, so…"
"Different?"
"Yeah. And so breathtaking." Summer voice softened as she talked, her eyes slowly shutting as she leaned closer to her friend. As the two kissed, neither saw the boy that had climbed the fire escape to try and sneak in after curfew.
Spotty: I know. They do make a cute a couple. And if you like them, just wait till I post my prequel to this story. I think you might enjoy it.
Rae Kelly: Thank you for reviewing. I hope you got my e-mail. I still don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I'll remember and tell you later.
Disclaimer: (Does anyone hate these things as much as I do?) I blah blah blah Newies blah blah blah Disney blah blah blah Gabriel blah blah blah Aaron blah blah blah Ivan blah blah blah Michael blah blah blah Mark blah blah blah Trey blah blah blah really hot. Enjoy this chapter and remember to R&R!
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"Do they ever stop fighting? Have they even had one civil conversation with each other?" Emmy asked the boys (Mush, Blink, Race, Dutchy, and Skittery) that sat around her in the lobby that night.
"I'se don' t'ink so." Race answered as he relit his cigar.
"It seems dat all dey want ta do is argue wit each udah. And dey fight ovah da stupidest t'ings." Blink said as he ran his hand through his sandy hair.
"I wish I knew of a way to get them to start being civil to one another."
"Hey. Since we is on da subject of Summer 'n Jack, 'as anyone seen 'em?" Skittery asked.
"Jack was headin' towards Brooklyn last time I saw 'im. Summer, she wasn' at da front desk like she usually is when we come in." Dutchy said.
"She has to be here somewhere, or she wouldn't have left the door unlocked." Emmy started to become concerned. She hoped that Jack's comments hadn't pushed to do what she was threatening to do the other day. Leave.
"She's gotta be somewhere. Maybe she's jist in 'er room or somet'ing." Mush stated.
"No, I already checked."
Skittery stood up and said, "She might up on da roof. I'll go 'n' check." And with that, the newsy left his concerned friends.
**
"…Deepest waters running swiftly, birds a-flying through the air…" Singing could be heard as Skittery walked onto the roof. Summer stood with her back to him working on her plants with only a kerosene lamp to help her see. He continued to listen to Summer singing being careful not to interrupt her. Summer had one of the most beautiful voices (does that make sense?) he had ever heard. "…Kiss a young man, go a-courting: Kind sir I don't have a care. Rattle on the stovepipe, boot-jack, Joe." Summer finished the song when Skittery started to clap. Summer jumped out the noise causing one of her flowerpots to fall off the ledge. "Crap, there goes my oregano."
"I'se sorry. I didn' mean ta startle ya."
"No it's ok. I just wasn't expecting anyone to come up here."
"Yous got a great voice, Summer. You should sing at Medda's some time."
"I don't think I can sing in front of a bunch of people I don't know."
"Soah ya can. Everyone's afraid to perform in front of people dey don't know for da foist time. But it won't be people ya don't know. It'll be jist us guys 'n' maybe some from odah boroughs."
"It won't be my first time."
"What do ya mean not yous foist time?"
"Nothing. So what brings you up here?" Summer asked, wiping her dirt covered hands on her pants.
"We's all was gettin' worried about where you were 'cuz we hadn' seen you since this afternoon." Skittery walked closer to Summer so he could get a better look at her face in the dim light.
"Well I've been up here most of the afternoon." Summer said, all the anger that filled her voice at lunch was nowhere to be heard.
"What's gott'n you so happy, Summer? Yous was so pissed off dis afternoon 'n' now yous all happy."
"Oh I get my anger out my doing hard work, usually with the cattle. But since there are no cattle in New York City, I had to make do with my plants. Plus the fact that I got a letter from Trigger today." Summer's eyes gleamed with joy as she spoke. "Trigger's coming to visit in June while the boys are on the drive." Summer carefully put out the kerosene lamp and sat down on the roof.
"Why d'ya put out da lamp?"
"Because you get a better view of the stars when there are less lights. Come down and join me." Skittery sat down next to Summer, watching her look up at the stars. Although he could hardly see, he could tell she was happy with the look in her eyes. It was a few minutes before Summer spoke back up. "It just amazes me every night I look up at the stars. I can't believe it." Summer turned her head and looked at Skittery.
"Believe what?" Skittery began to lean in as he spoke. He couldn't help it. He had liked Summer since the first day she had arrived.
"Believe that these same stars are the same ones as back home. They look so, so…"
"Different?"
"Yeah. And so breathtaking." Summer voice softened as she talked, her eyes slowly shutting as she leaned closer to her friend. As the two kissed, neither saw the boy that had climbed the fire escape to try and sneak in after curfew.
