Heyhey everybody! I don't have the list of people that reviewed last time, but I know who you are...grr….ok not really, but review again! Luffles and huggles! Let's see if I can remember…umm…there was Chelci (of course) and Mondie, and umms…I think Misprint, *hits head* Damsel O'Kelly, Trixie…and uhh….oh yes! Anonymous…I don't know who you are J but thanks for reviewing anyhow! :)
"Well…no more setting people on fire," Spot adlibbed, although he could care less….about…well, anything. Maniac shrugged and turned to walk back upstairs.
Gunther glared at Spot. "Oh thanks Conlon. You really lay a beating on her. Why don't you ease up a little," Gunther said, sarcastically.
Spot glared at him and followed Maniac up the stairs. The bunkroom had lazily stale air from the fact that no one felt like opening a window, so Spot did so and climbed the fire escape up to the roof.
He sat down with his back to the chimney and took a deep breath of the smoggy-fresh (oxymoron) New York City air. He saw out of the corner of his eye someone climbing up onto the roof as well and he tensed visibly.
"Relax Spot, it's just me," Maniac said. "What ya doin?" she took a seat beside him and drew her legs up to her chest.
"It's great up here. You can see the whole skyline…all the buildings, and bridge. But there's so much bad in the city. Most of it was already reached my boys. I've had more then my fair share," he said, avoiding her question for the moment. "I come up here to think, to get away from life. Escaping from life once in a while is the best thing you can do for yourself. Maybe I do it too much." The whole time he was talking, they never once looked at each other. He finished talking, and they looked at each other at the same time. Maniac started cracking up, then Spot did too. Maniac grew silent and gazed at the setting sun.
Spot looked at her and became silent. He stared at her. The blissful grin that was usually splashed cockily over her face had melted into serious lines of despondency. (AN: ooo big words….AND I spelled them right. So there.)
"What's wrong?" Spot asked. He had never seen her like that. He got no response. "Maniac? Pyromaniac?" she blinked. "Well," Spot thought, "At least she's alive." she sat like that for a good five or so minutes. "Pyromaniac Davies!" he said.
She snapped her head in his direction. "What?" Spot laughed.
"You've been another world for like…10 minutes, leaving me here to do, well, nothing."
"You never do anything," said Maniac, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I do plenty of stuff! I read, eat, umm….sleep, shower, and I am in charge of about 70 other guys, and girls, ranging from ages 5 to 18. How many 16 year olds can say that?"
Maniac shrugged. "I can't, but then again, I'm only 15," she smiled sarcastically. "Now, if you'll excuse me Your Greatness, I feel like hurting somebody."
"Mind if I come?" asked Spot.
"Lemme think," she said. "Umm…yes." she smiled and climbed all the way down the fire escape and jumped to the ground. Spot was about 3 steps behind her the whole way.
"Maniac, where're you going?"
"Manhattan," she said without looking at him.
"Well, I need to go to Manhattan." Spot decided then and there.
(AN: ewww…my dads watching the Croc Hunter and they wanna mate these horny kola bears….nasty)
"That's nice," said Maniac.
"Who're ya gonna hurt in Manhattan?"
"Whoever pisses me off."
Spot smiled, shrugged and fell into step with her.
Ok, I know it was really really short, sorry! But I don't have any ideas! If ya wanna help me…please do!
Luffles!
Rachel aka Timber or Maniac
"Well…no more setting people on fire," Spot adlibbed, although he could care less….about…well, anything. Maniac shrugged and turned to walk back upstairs.
Gunther glared at Spot. "Oh thanks Conlon. You really lay a beating on her. Why don't you ease up a little," Gunther said, sarcastically.
Spot glared at him and followed Maniac up the stairs. The bunkroom had lazily stale air from the fact that no one felt like opening a window, so Spot did so and climbed the fire escape up to the roof.
He sat down with his back to the chimney and took a deep breath of the smoggy-fresh (oxymoron) New York City air. He saw out of the corner of his eye someone climbing up onto the roof as well and he tensed visibly.
"Relax Spot, it's just me," Maniac said. "What ya doin?" she took a seat beside him and drew her legs up to her chest.
"It's great up here. You can see the whole skyline…all the buildings, and bridge. But there's so much bad in the city. Most of it was already reached my boys. I've had more then my fair share," he said, avoiding her question for the moment. "I come up here to think, to get away from life. Escaping from life once in a while is the best thing you can do for yourself. Maybe I do it too much." The whole time he was talking, they never once looked at each other. He finished talking, and they looked at each other at the same time. Maniac started cracking up, then Spot did too. Maniac grew silent and gazed at the setting sun.
Spot looked at her and became silent. He stared at her. The blissful grin that was usually splashed cockily over her face had melted into serious lines of despondency. (AN: ooo big words….AND I spelled them right. So there.)
"What's wrong?" Spot asked. He had never seen her like that. He got no response. "Maniac? Pyromaniac?" she blinked. "Well," Spot thought, "At least she's alive." she sat like that for a good five or so minutes. "Pyromaniac Davies!" he said.
She snapped her head in his direction. "What?" Spot laughed.
"You've been another world for like…10 minutes, leaving me here to do, well, nothing."
"You never do anything," said Maniac, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I do plenty of stuff! I read, eat, umm….sleep, shower, and I am in charge of about 70 other guys, and girls, ranging from ages 5 to 18. How many 16 year olds can say that?"
Maniac shrugged. "I can't, but then again, I'm only 15," she smiled sarcastically. "Now, if you'll excuse me Your Greatness, I feel like hurting somebody."
"Mind if I come?" asked Spot.
"Lemme think," she said. "Umm…yes." she smiled and climbed all the way down the fire escape and jumped to the ground. Spot was about 3 steps behind her the whole way.
"Maniac, where're you going?"
"Manhattan," she said without looking at him.
"Well, I need to go to Manhattan." Spot decided then and there.
(AN: ewww…my dads watching the Croc Hunter and they wanna mate these horny kola bears….nasty)
"That's nice," said Maniac.
"Who're ya gonna hurt in Manhattan?"
"Whoever pisses me off."
Spot smiled, shrugged and fell into step with her.
Ok, I know it was really really short, sorry! But I don't have any ideas! If ya wanna help me…please do!
Luffles!
Rachel aka Timber or Maniac