DISCALIMER: Yada, yada, yada. Newsies belong to Disney. Phoenix, Salsa, and
Clue belong to me, though! Muah ha! Oh, and so does Crow!
A.N. The last chapter was rather sketchy and I think I will clarify Crow's significance in this chapter. Special thanks to all ya'll who've been reviewing lately! I really appreciate so much! It peps me up to write more! I hope you guys like this chapter; everything pretty much comes together in this chapter. Tell me what ya think!
Sugar and Spice and A Little Bit of Vice
Spot slammed the Manhattan lodging house door open, wearing the usual monotonous, superior expression on his face. The main room was dimly lit but bright enough for the Brooklyn leader to see Jack's figure seated on a chair in the corner. On Jack's lap there sat a girl, and as Spot neared the couple, his jaw dropped open.
"Jacky, ya deceivin bastard! That's why youse were so pissed off that night in Brooklyn. Ya scab!" He stood less than a foot away from Jack in a proud stature.
"Spot, what are youse doin heah?" Jack pulled Clue tighter to him protectively and looked at his former friend, not at all daunted by the youth's words.
"I'se came heah tah give ya a chance tah apologize tah me!" He crossed his arms and lowered his gaze to Dreamer, who was almost shaking at the volume of Spot's voice. "Ah, Clue, I'se don't mean tah sound so bitter, it's just that if sumthin were goin on between youse and me boy Jacky heah, ya could've just said so."
Jack pulled Clue off him and then stood to his full height, many inches taller than Spot. "I'se didn't wanna start any drama; we have enough of that when youse is around. But listen, it's no big deal, right? I mean, youse is more interested in Phoenix anyways. Why keep Clue hangin when she could be perfectly happy wid me?"
Spot hated to admit when he was wrong; it did nothing for his self- esteem. However, Jack was his best friend, and if there were anyone he would lose a girl to, it would be the Manhattan leader. "Yea, yer right. I guess I'se was only concerned about me own well-being. I didn't wanna be alone at any one time. Sorry, Jack." He turned his look to Clue and grinned. "And I'se sorry to you too, Clue. Ya gotta put up with Cowboy now." The three of them laughed while two newsies were entering the lodging house in laughter.
"Oh my god, Phoenix, yer such a lunatic! I can't believe youse sold all yer papes wid that crazy headline! I tell ya, people would believe anything these days."
Spot turned around at the sound of the name he knew all too well. So she is heah, he thought to himself. Did she think she could stay away from me forever? He crossed his arms and watched as she and Race entered the main room, still oblivious to the Brooklyn leader. When it seemed as if they would not notice him unless made aware of his presence, he spoke up. "Well, babe, looks as if youse is havin fun wid Race there."
Phoenix inhaled a sharp intake of breath at the voice. She spun around and widened her emerald green eyes when she saw Spot. "How'd ya know I was heah?"
"New Yawk aint all that big, ya know."
She glared at him and crossed her arms too, mimicking his moves. "Yea, I know. I just didn't knows youse would come lookin fer me like I'se a stray dog that ya own."
"Ya mean more than that tah me, goil!" Spot said, approaching her. "Yer like me better half and I'se lost without ya."
"More lies?" she asked him with an arched eyebrow. Spot's words were always dipped in honey, but were always shallow. What good was it to make superficial promises? Phoenix glanced at Race and felt torn apart. She had spent such a great time with him the past few days and they had clicked together at once. Not only did they have so many things in common, but Race was everything she could ever want in a man. The problem was that Spot was all that and more, even if he was a bit haughty at times.
"Nah, I'se tellin the truth! Why's it so hard fer youse tah believe that!"
"Because ya disprove it within a day's time after ya say it!" She walked up to him and tried to stare him down nose to nose. He would say no more, so she turned away and made her way up the stairs.
"Phoenix, wait!" Spot sighed. He would have to humble himself in front of Jack and the others. He would have to show them all what laid beneath all his pride and egotism. Could he deal with that? Could he live with people knowing he was not always cold and harsh? He would have to, if only to keep the girl he wanted from running.
"Why should I?"
Spot moistened his lips and hesitated for the slightest moment, but his feelings overwhelmed him and he could not stifle what he wanted to say any longer. "Because I love youse."
* * * * *
Crow slumped into the soft velvet couch of her dressing room once her performing time was finished with and relaxed. The dress she had been trapped in the whole hour plus the bright lights that had shone down on her face, drenched her in sweat and she could not stand thinking about the next time she would have to do a show. The crowd had been so riotous; she would have not been surprised had they torn down the stage in all their anarchic uproar. She managed to maintain calmness nonetheless. She had walked the stage as if it were her turf, had walked it with certainty and ease.
She smiled at her collection of valuables. She had so much to show for her career. Not only did she have three meals a day and fancy clothing to strut herself in, she also had her very own possessions. Only a small fraction of those belongings had been hers before she started working for the vaudeville while the rest had been gifts from her fans or items she had purchased from shops. She reached towards the mirror of her vanity and caressed one of her necklaces in particular after retrieving it from its hanging place.
The silver chain with a lock as its charm. She held it to her heart and thought about the lock's counterpart, the only key that would ever open it. The lock had been her engagement gift upon her fiancé's proposal; at the time, they both were still too poor to afford luxuries such as wedding rings. But it was no ordinary lock, for the one she loved wore a chained key about his neck that went along with it.
Crow held the lock tighter as a tear fell from her sea green eyes. Her fiancé had been unlike any other. He was respected among all his friends, and had the greatest charm with the ladies. She had thought he loved her. Yet she was ever wrong. She decided it was time for her to retire to bed. She returned the lock to its original place and dressed into her satin pajamas before crawling under the thick comforter of her bed. When she closed her eyes, that one name she used to adore came to her mind.
'Spot Conlon'.
More to come! I know this chapter was short, but its sole purpose was to work out a few tangles that had appeared in the story. Don't worry, though! There is so much more to come in the next few additions. But there won't be any updates without your reviews! I need REVIEWS!!! That includes critiques, suggestions, and maybe compliments. Hee hee, I love them all! PLEASE SUBMIT THOSE REVIEWS!!! Love ya all!
A.N. The last chapter was rather sketchy and I think I will clarify Crow's significance in this chapter. Special thanks to all ya'll who've been reviewing lately! I really appreciate so much! It peps me up to write more! I hope you guys like this chapter; everything pretty much comes together in this chapter. Tell me what ya think!
Sugar and Spice and A Little Bit of Vice
Spot slammed the Manhattan lodging house door open, wearing the usual monotonous, superior expression on his face. The main room was dimly lit but bright enough for the Brooklyn leader to see Jack's figure seated on a chair in the corner. On Jack's lap there sat a girl, and as Spot neared the couple, his jaw dropped open.
"Jacky, ya deceivin bastard! That's why youse were so pissed off that night in Brooklyn. Ya scab!" He stood less than a foot away from Jack in a proud stature.
"Spot, what are youse doin heah?" Jack pulled Clue tighter to him protectively and looked at his former friend, not at all daunted by the youth's words.
"I'se came heah tah give ya a chance tah apologize tah me!" He crossed his arms and lowered his gaze to Dreamer, who was almost shaking at the volume of Spot's voice. "Ah, Clue, I'se don't mean tah sound so bitter, it's just that if sumthin were goin on between youse and me boy Jacky heah, ya could've just said so."
Jack pulled Clue off him and then stood to his full height, many inches taller than Spot. "I'se didn't wanna start any drama; we have enough of that when youse is around. But listen, it's no big deal, right? I mean, youse is more interested in Phoenix anyways. Why keep Clue hangin when she could be perfectly happy wid me?"
Spot hated to admit when he was wrong; it did nothing for his self- esteem. However, Jack was his best friend, and if there were anyone he would lose a girl to, it would be the Manhattan leader. "Yea, yer right. I guess I'se was only concerned about me own well-being. I didn't wanna be alone at any one time. Sorry, Jack." He turned his look to Clue and grinned. "And I'se sorry to you too, Clue. Ya gotta put up with Cowboy now." The three of them laughed while two newsies were entering the lodging house in laughter.
"Oh my god, Phoenix, yer such a lunatic! I can't believe youse sold all yer papes wid that crazy headline! I tell ya, people would believe anything these days."
Spot turned around at the sound of the name he knew all too well. So she is heah, he thought to himself. Did she think she could stay away from me forever? He crossed his arms and watched as she and Race entered the main room, still oblivious to the Brooklyn leader. When it seemed as if they would not notice him unless made aware of his presence, he spoke up. "Well, babe, looks as if youse is havin fun wid Race there."
Phoenix inhaled a sharp intake of breath at the voice. She spun around and widened her emerald green eyes when she saw Spot. "How'd ya know I was heah?"
"New Yawk aint all that big, ya know."
She glared at him and crossed her arms too, mimicking his moves. "Yea, I know. I just didn't knows youse would come lookin fer me like I'se a stray dog that ya own."
"Ya mean more than that tah me, goil!" Spot said, approaching her. "Yer like me better half and I'se lost without ya."
"More lies?" she asked him with an arched eyebrow. Spot's words were always dipped in honey, but were always shallow. What good was it to make superficial promises? Phoenix glanced at Race and felt torn apart. She had spent such a great time with him the past few days and they had clicked together at once. Not only did they have so many things in common, but Race was everything she could ever want in a man. The problem was that Spot was all that and more, even if he was a bit haughty at times.
"Nah, I'se tellin the truth! Why's it so hard fer youse tah believe that!"
"Because ya disprove it within a day's time after ya say it!" She walked up to him and tried to stare him down nose to nose. He would say no more, so she turned away and made her way up the stairs.
"Phoenix, wait!" Spot sighed. He would have to humble himself in front of Jack and the others. He would have to show them all what laid beneath all his pride and egotism. Could he deal with that? Could he live with people knowing he was not always cold and harsh? He would have to, if only to keep the girl he wanted from running.
"Why should I?"
Spot moistened his lips and hesitated for the slightest moment, but his feelings overwhelmed him and he could not stifle what he wanted to say any longer. "Because I love youse."
* * * * *
Crow slumped into the soft velvet couch of her dressing room once her performing time was finished with and relaxed. The dress she had been trapped in the whole hour plus the bright lights that had shone down on her face, drenched her in sweat and she could not stand thinking about the next time she would have to do a show. The crowd had been so riotous; she would have not been surprised had they torn down the stage in all their anarchic uproar. She managed to maintain calmness nonetheless. She had walked the stage as if it were her turf, had walked it with certainty and ease.
She smiled at her collection of valuables. She had so much to show for her career. Not only did she have three meals a day and fancy clothing to strut herself in, she also had her very own possessions. Only a small fraction of those belongings had been hers before she started working for the vaudeville while the rest had been gifts from her fans or items she had purchased from shops. She reached towards the mirror of her vanity and caressed one of her necklaces in particular after retrieving it from its hanging place.
The silver chain with a lock as its charm. She held it to her heart and thought about the lock's counterpart, the only key that would ever open it. The lock had been her engagement gift upon her fiancé's proposal; at the time, they both were still too poor to afford luxuries such as wedding rings. But it was no ordinary lock, for the one she loved wore a chained key about his neck that went along with it.
Crow held the lock tighter as a tear fell from her sea green eyes. Her fiancé had been unlike any other. He was respected among all his friends, and had the greatest charm with the ladies. She had thought he loved her. Yet she was ever wrong. She decided it was time for her to retire to bed. She returned the lock to its original place and dressed into her satin pajamas before crawling under the thick comforter of her bed. When she closed her eyes, that one name she used to adore came to her mind.
'Spot Conlon'.
More to come! I know this chapter was short, but its sole purpose was to work out a few tangles that had appeared in the story. Don't worry, though! There is so much more to come in the next few additions. But there won't be any updates without your reviews! I need REVIEWS!!! That includes critiques, suggestions, and maybe compliments. Hee hee, I love them all! PLEASE SUBMIT THOSE REVIEWS!!! Love ya all!