DISCALIMER: Yada, yada, yada. Newsies belong to Disney. Phoenix, Salsa, and
Clue belong to me, though! Muah ha!
A.N. Heya everybody! I just realized I made a mistake in the last chapter. When Jack's on the rooftop, I say a girl named Dreamer sits next to him.ooops! That was supposed to say Clue! Sorry if you got confused!! Thanks so much for all the reviews! I feel like baking cookies for all of youse! Hee hee! All you Phoenix for Spot fans will like this chapter I hope! Read on!
Sugar and Spice and A Little Bit of Vice
When Phoenix saw Race leaning against the outside wall of the restaurant they were to dine in, she smiled. He looked so adorable in his plaid vest and navy blue bowler hat. She glanced down at the simple sundress she was wearing and hoped he would like it. She had worn her long, wavy hair down tonight and its silky, red strands shone like the surface of a ruby.
"Heya Race!" she called out when there was only a short distance between them. She greeted him with outstretched arms and kissed him on the cheek as well. "I was afraid I would get lost on me way heah; I'se not too familiar wid Manhattan."
Race laughed and took her hand in his. "Youse look beautiful as always."
"Thanks," Phoenix blushed, as she followed the boy into the building. Upon entering, she was taken aback. The place was incredibly breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung about the ceiling, carefully placed here in there so that the overall formation was that of a large heart. The lights were dimmed, setting a romantic mood with the use of candles at each table. Soft, classical musical played courtesy of a seven-man orchestra and Phoenix noticed that at every table, there was a glass vase with a single rose inside. A waiter in fine attire led her and Race to a small booth in a secluded corner.
"Awww, Race!" Where every table's rose was red, the one at her table was white. "Ya remembered how I said I'se hate traditional things and conformities! This is so sweet, did ya ask them tah changer it fer youse?"
"Yea, I'se had tah talk tah the manager and explain how I'se was tryin tah impress this great goil I had met the other night. He laughed and patted me on the shoulder, saying he's been in me position before, and that he would see to it that the red rose was changed himself!" They sat down and a few minutes later, ordered their food. "So Phoenix, what's goin on between youse and Spot?"
Phoenix's smile dropped. Where did that come from? The last person she wanted to think about was Spot! "Uhm, I'se not shoah what youse mean."
"Are youse just friends wid him, or are youse 'friends' wid him?" He winked at her and grinned.
"Nothing's goin on between me and Conlon, rest assured. Can we'se not bring him up, though?" She leaned across the table, grabbed Race's face in her hands, and kissed him hard on the lips. "Besides, I'se more concerned about what's goin on between me and youse." She giggled when Race blushed fiercely and got up from her side of the booth so that she could sit right next to him.
Race put an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. "I think that's a topic that's gunna interest me a lot tonight."
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"It's only midnight, Conlon. She'll be back before youse knows it." Spot cracked his knuckles and tried to focus his attention on something other than Phoenix. He grabbed his cane and tapped against the pole of his bed while he whistled a tune. "She's probably on her way now. She's a tough cookie, she aint hoit or anything. Youse just worrying too much." Fifteen minutes later, he threw the cane across the room, shattering one of the panes of his window. Where was Phoenix? She had been gone for over five hours! What date lasted that long?
"If anything happened tah her, I don't know what I'se would do to myself." Spot took off his hat and scratched his head irritably. He had never worried about the girl like this. She was always a freeborn, going in and out as she pleased, never paying heed to anyone's curfew. However, Spot had felt something when she had announced she would be going on a date with Race. The feeling bordered on anger, with a twinge of jealousy spicing it up. He could not remember the last time he had ever been envious! How could he? The girls were always chasing the Brooklyn leader; there was rarely competition for him. "What am I gunna do about Race? What if she does fall in love wid him?"
He could not bear to think of all the possibilities. He felt like soaking someone! As he placed a sharp rock on the launcher of his slingshot, he heard someone enter the lodging house. He crept out of his room after putting the slingshot down and tiptoed down the stairs where the main room's lights were on. And sure enough, Phoenix had been traversing the length of the room to the staircase.
"Wheah were youse?" Spot asked with authority in his voice.
"As if it's any of yer business!" She tried to push past him, but Spot grabbed her arm. "Let go of me! What's yer problem?"
"Do ya know what time it is?"
"No, and I really don't care. This is MY life, and if I wanna walk into this damn lodging house at four in the morning, I will!" Spot tightened the grip on her arm and she raised her voice. "Lemme go! What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that I was worried about youse. A goil don't walk the streets of New Yawk all alone this late in the night! Ya could've been hoit! Not every guy out there is as respectful as me." He smirked and let his hand fall into her own. Then he led her up the stairs into his room, shutting the door behind him gently. "So how was yer date?"
Phoenix was touched about how much Spot cared for her and livened up some. "It was great! Race kept complimenting me and all!" She sighed. "We'se even made plans fer another dinner sometime next week."
"Is that so? I'se could compliment ya if youse wanted me to."
"Oh, god. Don't even start. I knew I shouldn't have told youse I was gunna see Race. Now yer gunna bother me about all this 'well I could be that way too' crap!"
Spot stepped closer to her. "Yer as beautiful as the sunset and more goigeous than the world's most precious flower. Yer eyes shine like priceless treasures and every time I'se looks into them, me heart quivers like a butterfly fluttering about in a breath-taking garden. The mere thought of youse is enough tah make me joyful, but when yer in me presence, that's enough tah give me high spirits fer the rest of me life."
Phoenix was dazed. Never had she heard Spot speak in such an intriguing manner. She had always known him as the tough fighter from Brooklyn, not the intellectual poet he was being now. "I'se speechless."
"We'se doesn't have tah talk. There's plenty of other things we can do, ya know." He nudged her and gave her his best seductive look. "Actions do speak louder than words!"
"Yer so full of yourself," Phoenix laughed. "I happen tah be quite content at the moment by what youse said. Ya don't have tah end it in bed." But Spot was already undoing her pants. "Spot!" He had pulled her pants down to her knees and now rested his hands on her hips.
"C'mon, Phoenix!" He kissed her on the forehead and quickly worked his way down to her lips, letting his tongue slide in and out of the girl's mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her closer to him.
Phoenix wanted to go through with it all, but she felt as if Spot was just playing with her again. If he had meant all those things he had said a minute ago, why wasn't he asking her to be his girl? Why did he continue to go after Salsa and Clue? "No, Spot. I'se aint in the mood."
"Yer always in the mood, sweety. Don't bail out on me now!"
"No!" Phoenix pulled her pants back up and glared at Spot. "Tell me when you've gotten over those other two goils, and then I won't bail out on youse." She turned on her heels and left the room with a slam of the door.
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Dear Diary, I'se only had this diary for less than a day but I'se already on me third entry. I wanted to tell youse about Spot again. *giggles* Yea, I know, I seem obsessed with him. Truth is, after I had that talk with him in Brooklyn, I haven't thought about anything else but him! I think he would make the perfect boyfriend. Not only is he the best looking guy I'se ever seen, he's also sweet as heck! Plus, he seems like the type of guy who would be extremely loyal to his girl. How touching is that! Tomorrow, we'se is going to hang out to sell the afternoon edition. I'se so excited about it! Well, I better get some sleep! It's so late! ~Clue
Clue closed her journal with a sigh and settled down in her bed for a good night's sleep. But as she drifted off into a deep slumber, it wasn't Spot she was longing for. Much to her surprise, the totality of her thoughts that night revolved around Jack Kelly, and she found that she did not mind one bit.
More to come. Oh no, the end of yet another chapter! But cheer up because that time has come again! That's right! It's SUBMIT REVIEW time! All you have to do is click that pretty, purple button below and tell me what you thought! Thanks! Love ya all!
A.N. Heya everybody! I just realized I made a mistake in the last chapter. When Jack's on the rooftop, I say a girl named Dreamer sits next to him.ooops! That was supposed to say Clue! Sorry if you got confused!! Thanks so much for all the reviews! I feel like baking cookies for all of youse! Hee hee! All you Phoenix for Spot fans will like this chapter I hope! Read on!
Sugar and Spice and A Little Bit of Vice
When Phoenix saw Race leaning against the outside wall of the restaurant they were to dine in, she smiled. He looked so adorable in his plaid vest and navy blue bowler hat. She glanced down at the simple sundress she was wearing and hoped he would like it. She had worn her long, wavy hair down tonight and its silky, red strands shone like the surface of a ruby.
"Heya Race!" she called out when there was only a short distance between them. She greeted him with outstretched arms and kissed him on the cheek as well. "I was afraid I would get lost on me way heah; I'se not too familiar wid Manhattan."
Race laughed and took her hand in his. "Youse look beautiful as always."
"Thanks," Phoenix blushed, as she followed the boy into the building. Upon entering, she was taken aback. The place was incredibly breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung about the ceiling, carefully placed here in there so that the overall formation was that of a large heart. The lights were dimmed, setting a romantic mood with the use of candles at each table. Soft, classical musical played courtesy of a seven-man orchestra and Phoenix noticed that at every table, there was a glass vase with a single rose inside. A waiter in fine attire led her and Race to a small booth in a secluded corner.
"Awww, Race!" Where every table's rose was red, the one at her table was white. "Ya remembered how I said I'se hate traditional things and conformities! This is so sweet, did ya ask them tah changer it fer youse?"
"Yea, I'se had tah talk tah the manager and explain how I'se was tryin tah impress this great goil I had met the other night. He laughed and patted me on the shoulder, saying he's been in me position before, and that he would see to it that the red rose was changed himself!" They sat down and a few minutes later, ordered their food. "So Phoenix, what's goin on between youse and Spot?"
Phoenix's smile dropped. Where did that come from? The last person she wanted to think about was Spot! "Uhm, I'se not shoah what youse mean."
"Are youse just friends wid him, or are youse 'friends' wid him?" He winked at her and grinned.
"Nothing's goin on between me and Conlon, rest assured. Can we'se not bring him up, though?" She leaned across the table, grabbed Race's face in her hands, and kissed him hard on the lips. "Besides, I'se more concerned about what's goin on between me and youse." She giggled when Race blushed fiercely and got up from her side of the booth so that she could sit right next to him.
Race put an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. "I think that's a topic that's gunna interest me a lot tonight."
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"It's only midnight, Conlon. She'll be back before youse knows it." Spot cracked his knuckles and tried to focus his attention on something other than Phoenix. He grabbed his cane and tapped against the pole of his bed while he whistled a tune. "She's probably on her way now. She's a tough cookie, she aint hoit or anything. Youse just worrying too much." Fifteen minutes later, he threw the cane across the room, shattering one of the panes of his window. Where was Phoenix? She had been gone for over five hours! What date lasted that long?
"If anything happened tah her, I don't know what I'se would do to myself." Spot took off his hat and scratched his head irritably. He had never worried about the girl like this. She was always a freeborn, going in and out as she pleased, never paying heed to anyone's curfew. However, Spot had felt something when she had announced she would be going on a date with Race. The feeling bordered on anger, with a twinge of jealousy spicing it up. He could not remember the last time he had ever been envious! How could he? The girls were always chasing the Brooklyn leader; there was rarely competition for him. "What am I gunna do about Race? What if she does fall in love wid him?"
He could not bear to think of all the possibilities. He felt like soaking someone! As he placed a sharp rock on the launcher of his slingshot, he heard someone enter the lodging house. He crept out of his room after putting the slingshot down and tiptoed down the stairs where the main room's lights were on. And sure enough, Phoenix had been traversing the length of the room to the staircase.
"Wheah were youse?" Spot asked with authority in his voice.
"As if it's any of yer business!" She tried to push past him, but Spot grabbed her arm. "Let go of me! What's yer problem?"
"Do ya know what time it is?"
"No, and I really don't care. This is MY life, and if I wanna walk into this damn lodging house at four in the morning, I will!" Spot tightened the grip on her arm and she raised her voice. "Lemme go! What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that I was worried about youse. A goil don't walk the streets of New Yawk all alone this late in the night! Ya could've been hoit! Not every guy out there is as respectful as me." He smirked and let his hand fall into her own. Then he led her up the stairs into his room, shutting the door behind him gently. "So how was yer date?"
Phoenix was touched about how much Spot cared for her and livened up some. "It was great! Race kept complimenting me and all!" She sighed. "We'se even made plans fer another dinner sometime next week."
"Is that so? I'se could compliment ya if youse wanted me to."
"Oh, god. Don't even start. I knew I shouldn't have told youse I was gunna see Race. Now yer gunna bother me about all this 'well I could be that way too' crap!"
Spot stepped closer to her. "Yer as beautiful as the sunset and more goigeous than the world's most precious flower. Yer eyes shine like priceless treasures and every time I'se looks into them, me heart quivers like a butterfly fluttering about in a breath-taking garden. The mere thought of youse is enough tah make me joyful, but when yer in me presence, that's enough tah give me high spirits fer the rest of me life."
Phoenix was dazed. Never had she heard Spot speak in such an intriguing manner. She had always known him as the tough fighter from Brooklyn, not the intellectual poet he was being now. "I'se speechless."
"We'se doesn't have tah talk. There's plenty of other things we can do, ya know." He nudged her and gave her his best seductive look. "Actions do speak louder than words!"
"Yer so full of yourself," Phoenix laughed. "I happen tah be quite content at the moment by what youse said. Ya don't have tah end it in bed." But Spot was already undoing her pants. "Spot!" He had pulled her pants down to her knees and now rested his hands on her hips.
"C'mon, Phoenix!" He kissed her on the forehead and quickly worked his way down to her lips, letting his tongue slide in and out of the girl's mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her closer to him.
Phoenix wanted to go through with it all, but she felt as if Spot was just playing with her again. If he had meant all those things he had said a minute ago, why wasn't he asking her to be his girl? Why did he continue to go after Salsa and Clue? "No, Spot. I'se aint in the mood."
"Yer always in the mood, sweety. Don't bail out on me now!"
"No!" Phoenix pulled her pants back up and glared at Spot. "Tell me when you've gotten over those other two goils, and then I won't bail out on youse." She turned on her heels and left the room with a slam of the door.
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Dear Diary, I'se only had this diary for less than a day but I'se already on me third entry. I wanted to tell youse about Spot again. *giggles* Yea, I know, I seem obsessed with him. Truth is, after I had that talk with him in Brooklyn, I haven't thought about anything else but him! I think he would make the perfect boyfriend. Not only is he the best looking guy I'se ever seen, he's also sweet as heck! Plus, he seems like the type of guy who would be extremely loyal to his girl. How touching is that! Tomorrow, we'se is going to hang out to sell the afternoon edition. I'se so excited about it! Well, I better get some sleep! It's so late! ~Clue
Clue closed her journal with a sigh and settled down in her bed for a good night's sleep. But as she drifted off into a deep slumber, it wasn't Spot she was longing for. Much to her surprise, the totality of her thoughts that night revolved around Jack Kelly, and she found that she did not mind one bit.
More to come. Oh no, the end of yet another chapter! But cheer up because that time has come again! That's right! It's SUBMIT REVIEW time! All you have to do is click that pretty, purple button below and tell me what you thought! Thanks! Love ya all!