DISCALIMER: Yada, yada, yada. Newsies belong to Disney. Phoenix, Salsa, and
Clue belong to me, though! Muah ha! Oh, and so does Crow! And Doctor
Reynald too! And Blackjack too!
A.N. Sorry that this update took so long! Goodness, school has been a real poop head lately! UGH! Well, you guys have been super-dee-duper about leaving reviews! Thanks so much! I absolutely LOVE reviews! Hope ya'll enjoy this chapter!
Sugar and Spice and A Little Bit of Vice
Clue tossed the plum she had recently purchased from one hand to another and smiled at the beauty of the day. She had sold her papers early, probably because she had bought thirty instead of her usually fifty, and she was spending her leisure time alone, strolling about in Central Park. She liked to visit the area to think to herself and to watch the happy couples that could always be seen there. Seeing an empty bench just feet away from her, she took off in a light skip and plumped down onto it with a giggle.
She blushed because of the way she was acting, even though no one she knew was near to see her. She supposed she was happy because of something Blink had said yesterday. The blond newsie had told her that he would talk to Jack and ask him what was going on between Sarah and him. Then he would throw in a bit about Clue still liking Jack, and would try to hook the two up again. It was a great plan! Clue was sure things would unwind perfectly by the end of the day.
She took a bite out of the plum and began watching a couple getting intimate on a bench quite a number of yards in front of her. She laughed to herself and imagined that she and Jack were in the couple's spot. The young man did look like him a lot, and the girl did have long brown hair. Clue leaned forward in her seat and squinted her eyes. A moment later, her joyous expression was replaced with wide, shocked eyes and a dropped jaw. It was Jack! And he was making out with Sarah!
She wanted to scream, run over to them, and throw her plum at Jack's head, all the while cursing out the so-called upper class Miss Jacobs! Why did he go crawling back to Sarah when she did not appreciate him for who he was? It infuriated Clue to see the sad sight! Yet all she could do was silently cry from where she was sitting. All her hopes of getting back with Jack suddenly vanished. Why would he want a simple newsgirl when he could have Sarah?
Much to her dismay, Jack pulled out of a kiss he had been engaged in with Sarah then and happened to look back. His eyes met with Clue's in a few instants and when he saw the look of betrayal on her face, he froze in his position.
"Clue!" he called out as he rose to his feet, ignoring Sarah's attempts to pull him back down beside her.
Clue paid no heed to his plead, though. She had gotten so used to running away and it is what she did now, going wherever her feet took her.
* * * * *
"So youse decided yer gunna stay?" Race took the cigar out of his mouth and arched an eyebrow at Crow.
Crow slumped her shoulders forward and sighed. "I guess so. I mean, wheah is I'se gunna go when I'se gots me family of friends right heah?"
"Are we all just friends tah youse?"
"I dunno," Crow said softly. Where was Race going with all of this? They had gotten rather close as of late, and Race always took time out to talk with her; they even sold papers together a few days during the week. "Would youse be insulted if I said yes?"
Race sat down beside her on her bed. "Is that all I is tah youse?"
She looked into his eyes and could not help but smile at the sparkle they possessed. Leaning her head onto his shoulders, she began to tell him how she felt, but was suddenly interrupted when someone barged through the door.
"Race!" It was Phoenix and she looked as if she were about to pass out from exhaustion. "Race, I need tah talk tah youse!" She saw Crow, but was not in the mood to start any more fights.
"What's the mattah?" Race exclaimed as he pulled Phoenix closer to him and tried to comfort her. "Ya look like crap!"
Phoenix collapsed onto the bed on Crow's left and covered her face with her hands. "It all went wrong! I didn't mean tah be such a bitch tah him! It wasn't really his fault! I didn't want tah blame it on him! But it came out and now we'se aint together!"
"Youse and Spot broke up?" It was Crow who spoke now, but she used a concerned tone, not one of interest because an opportunity to win Spot had surfaced. She was over the Brooklyn leader. "What happened? Ya two loved each other!"
Phoenix glared at the girl, trying to see the one she had loathed so much that day at Tibby's, but she could only find a girl who was worried for her. She realized that Crow actually felt sorry, and it was unusual to receive that feedback from someone she did not even know that well. "We'se does love each other. Shit just happened and I'se left him."
"What 'shit' is youse talking about?"
"Fer starters, I had the crap beaten outta me the other day by some bums who hate Spot," Phoenix began, warming up to the girl. "And the damn scabs killed me and Spot's baby."
Both Race and Crow gasped and a momentary silence fell upon the room. Crow was the first to speak. "That's the most awful thing I'se ever hoid! I'se so sorry! But this aint the time fer youse tah be separating from Spot. Youse need him, and he needs youse."
"She's right," Race nodded. "I can't imagine all the pain youse and Spot must be feeling. Ya both need tah be comforting each other, not arguing! Go back tah him, Phoenix."
"But I can't! How can I'se go back tah him now? All the things I said tah him...." She trailed off and let out a small moan. "I think I'se broke his heart. I was so mean tah him. I don't wanna do it again."
Crow placed her hand on Phoenix's shoulder and smiled. "Love is all about breakin hearts and mending them all over again. I'se don't think I'se ever met a couple that didn't fight. Shoah, youse both is feeling real bad right now, but running away from the problem aint gunna solve anything. Youse gots tah woik this out together."
Phoenix nodded as tears fell down her face. "I know, but sometimes, it's so hard."
"That's the name of the game," Crow laughed lightly. "Love hoits."
* * * * *
Spot was utterly depressed and knew of nothing that could heal his inner wounds. His heart ached longingly and his soul was wrecked with guilt and sorrow. He wished there was a quick fix to all of his problems, something he could do that would at least make him feel better for a period of time. But he realized that nothing on earth could take his mind away from the distress he was now in.
I'se should have stayed wid her, the Brooklyn leader thought as he sat on his bed with his back against its headboard. It wouldn't have taken me too long tah walk her home. I'se is such an idiot! Now she lost the baby and she hates me as all hell! I don't see how we'se could get back together after this. I wouldn't be surprised if she moved tah another state by now! I gots tah find her, but I can't go around like this. I feel like...I dunno, killin me self.
In his predicament, death did not seem at all bad. It would definitely take him away from all the pain and memories. Besides, what else did he have left if he did not have Phoenix? His due respect from all newsies? He had no desire for such things any longer. First, he would go after Phoenix, but if he could not find her, then he knew he had nothing to live for.
His head spun from his hurting and he was beginning to think that he was coming down with a cold. This would not do at all! He needed something now! Even if it did not succeed in releasing his pain, he wanted some kind of medicine. As if answering his prayers, the doorknob to his room slowly turned and he glanced up, wanting to see Phoenix, but knowing his guest would not be her. The person entered the room and then shut the door behind them with a certain grace. It was Clue.
Words did not have to be spoken. Spot rose from his bed and closed the distance between him and Clue with a few steps. When their bodies were nearly touching, he looked at the girl, studying her eyes with curiosity. He knew in an instant why she was here. After a fight with Jack, she had probably nowhere else to run and had decided to lodge in Brooklyn for the night. Spot ran the back of his hand down the length of her face and moved closer to her. He needed it. If only for a few minutes, he needed it nonetheless.
Clue's breathing sped up. In reality, she had no idea why she had run to Brooklyn. Of all the places she could have gone, why did she choose Spot's territory? Did she expect to be reassured by the infamous newsie? Was she hoping that he would know of clever ways to take her mind off of Jack? She grabbed Spot's hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it ever so softly with a light peck. The two friends only looked into each other's eyes for brief seconds before they freed themselves from the outside world.
Spot cupped the girl's face in his hands and kissed her so deep that she had to steady herself against a wall as to not fall back. She did not let the Brooklyn leader take control of the situation, however. Running her fingers through his silky hair, Clue pushed Spot back onto his bed and sat atop his chest with a nervous smile. What was she doing? Is this what she had planned to do? Spot pulled her down and kissed her hard again.
Clue giggled as she let her hands roam over Spot's chest and dove in for another lip embrace. But Spot turned his head unexpectedly. She looked at him confused. "What is it?"
Spot gave her an intense look, but the intensity stood for the degree of sadness he felt. "I'se can't do this tah youse, Clue. It aint right."
"Oh no, Spot. It's okay! Me and Jack aint together anymore."
"I figured," Spot replied. "But that don't mean that youse stopped loving him. I know youse, Clue. I see it in ya. Ya still have feelings fer Jack and I don't wanna ruin it fer youse. Partly because no matter what he says, I know Jack loves youse too, and he's too good a friend of mines fer me tah go stealin his goil."
Clue crawled onto the mattress beside Spot and nodded. "Youse a good person, Spot."
Spot feigned a mischievous smirk. "I try."
"Do ya mind if I'se stays wid youse tonight? I really don't feel like walkin back tah Manhattan this late." Her peak of tension had subsided. She could not even believe what she would have done had Spot not stopped the nonsense.
"Shoah. As a matter of fact, youse can stay right heah wid me. Tomorrow we'll sell together and then at Medda's party I'll see to it that youse and Jacky-boy are properly reunited. I'se don't care if he's wid Sarah either. Shit, I'll soak the goil if she's all over yer cowboy."
Clue laughed and cuddled up beside him in a friendly manner. "I love ya, Spot. Youse is one of me best friends." She stirred about for quite a number of minutes, but as sleep found her, she softly wished him a "goodnight".
Spot looked at her and was glad he had not tried anything tonight. Who was he to destroy the love between Clue and Jack? He would be no better a person than Blackjack if he did that. He thought of the reasons for him not wanting to go farther with Clue as they had been getting intimate. Clue was an innocent doll and she deserved a man who truly loved her. Jack was Spot's best friends and the latter would never dare betray him in any way. Then there was the last reason, of course. Spot loved Phoenix too much to not be thinking about her every hour of his day.
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Sugar and Spice and A Little Bit of Vice
Clue tossed the plum she had recently purchased from one hand to another and smiled at the beauty of the day. She had sold her papers early, probably because she had bought thirty instead of her usually fifty, and she was spending her leisure time alone, strolling about in Central Park. She liked to visit the area to think to herself and to watch the happy couples that could always be seen there. Seeing an empty bench just feet away from her, she took off in a light skip and plumped down onto it with a giggle.
She blushed because of the way she was acting, even though no one she knew was near to see her. She supposed she was happy because of something Blink had said yesterday. The blond newsie had told her that he would talk to Jack and ask him what was going on between Sarah and him. Then he would throw in a bit about Clue still liking Jack, and would try to hook the two up again. It was a great plan! Clue was sure things would unwind perfectly by the end of the day.
She took a bite out of the plum and began watching a couple getting intimate on a bench quite a number of yards in front of her. She laughed to herself and imagined that she and Jack were in the couple's spot. The young man did look like him a lot, and the girl did have long brown hair. Clue leaned forward in her seat and squinted her eyes. A moment later, her joyous expression was replaced with wide, shocked eyes and a dropped jaw. It was Jack! And he was making out with Sarah!
She wanted to scream, run over to them, and throw her plum at Jack's head, all the while cursing out the so-called upper class Miss Jacobs! Why did he go crawling back to Sarah when she did not appreciate him for who he was? It infuriated Clue to see the sad sight! Yet all she could do was silently cry from where she was sitting. All her hopes of getting back with Jack suddenly vanished. Why would he want a simple newsgirl when he could have Sarah?
Much to her dismay, Jack pulled out of a kiss he had been engaged in with Sarah then and happened to look back. His eyes met with Clue's in a few instants and when he saw the look of betrayal on her face, he froze in his position.
"Clue!" he called out as he rose to his feet, ignoring Sarah's attempts to pull him back down beside her.
Clue paid no heed to his plead, though. She had gotten so used to running away and it is what she did now, going wherever her feet took her.
* * * * *
"So youse decided yer gunna stay?" Race took the cigar out of his mouth and arched an eyebrow at Crow.
Crow slumped her shoulders forward and sighed. "I guess so. I mean, wheah is I'se gunna go when I'se gots me family of friends right heah?"
"Are we all just friends tah youse?"
"I dunno," Crow said softly. Where was Race going with all of this? They had gotten rather close as of late, and Race always took time out to talk with her; they even sold papers together a few days during the week. "Would youse be insulted if I said yes?"
Race sat down beside her on her bed. "Is that all I is tah youse?"
She looked into his eyes and could not help but smile at the sparkle they possessed. Leaning her head onto his shoulders, she began to tell him how she felt, but was suddenly interrupted when someone barged through the door.
"Race!" It was Phoenix and she looked as if she were about to pass out from exhaustion. "Race, I need tah talk tah youse!" She saw Crow, but was not in the mood to start any more fights.
"What's the mattah?" Race exclaimed as he pulled Phoenix closer to him and tried to comfort her. "Ya look like crap!"
Phoenix collapsed onto the bed on Crow's left and covered her face with her hands. "It all went wrong! I didn't mean tah be such a bitch tah him! It wasn't really his fault! I didn't want tah blame it on him! But it came out and now we'se aint together!"
"Youse and Spot broke up?" It was Crow who spoke now, but she used a concerned tone, not one of interest because an opportunity to win Spot had surfaced. She was over the Brooklyn leader. "What happened? Ya two loved each other!"
Phoenix glared at the girl, trying to see the one she had loathed so much that day at Tibby's, but she could only find a girl who was worried for her. She realized that Crow actually felt sorry, and it was unusual to receive that feedback from someone she did not even know that well. "We'se does love each other. Shit just happened and I'se left him."
"What 'shit' is youse talking about?"
"Fer starters, I had the crap beaten outta me the other day by some bums who hate Spot," Phoenix began, warming up to the girl. "And the damn scabs killed me and Spot's baby."
Both Race and Crow gasped and a momentary silence fell upon the room. Crow was the first to speak. "That's the most awful thing I'se ever hoid! I'se so sorry! But this aint the time fer youse tah be separating from Spot. Youse need him, and he needs youse."
"She's right," Race nodded. "I can't imagine all the pain youse and Spot must be feeling. Ya both need tah be comforting each other, not arguing! Go back tah him, Phoenix."
"But I can't! How can I'se go back tah him now? All the things I said tah him...." She trailed off and let out a small moan. "I think I'se broke his heart. I was so mean tah him. I don't wanna do it again."
Crow placed her hand on Phoenix's shoulder and smiled. "Love is all about breakin hearts and mending them all over again. I'se don't think I'se ever met a couple that didn't fight. Shoah, youse both is feeling real bad right now, but running away from the problem aint gunna solve anything. Youse gots tah woik this out together."
Phoenix nodded as tears fell down her face. "I know, but sometimes, it's so hard."
"That's the name of the game," Crow laughed lightly. "Love hoits."
* * * * *
Spot was utterly depressed and knew of nothing that could heal his inner wounds. His heart ached longingly and his soul was wrecked with guilt and sorrow. He wished there was a quick fix to all of his problems, something he could do that would at least make him feel better for a period of time. But he realized that nothing on earth could take his mind away from the distress he was now in.
I'se should have stayed wid her, the Brooklyn leader thought as he sat on his bed with his back against its headboard. It wouldn't have taken me too long tah walk her home. I'se is such an idiot! Now she lost the baby and she hates me as all hell! I don't see how we'se could get back together after this. I wouldn't be surprised if she moved tah another state by now! I gots tah find her, but I can't go around like this. I feel like...I dunno, killin me self.
In his predicament, death did not seem at all bad. It would definitely take him away from all the pain and memories. Besides, what else did he have left if he did not have Phoenix? His due respect from all newsies? He had no desire for such things any longer. First, he would go after Phoenix, but if he could not find her, then he knew he had nothing to live for.
His head spun from his hurting and he was beginning to think that he was coming down with a cold. This would not do at all! He needed something now! Even if it did not succeed in releasing his pain, he wanted some kind of medicine. As if answering his prayers, the doorknob to his room slowly turned and he glanced up, wanting to see Phoenix, but knowing his guest would not be her. The person entered the room and then shut the door behind them with a certain grace. It was Clue.
Words did not have to be spoken. Spot rose from his bed and closed the distance between him and Clue with a few steps. When their bodies were nearly touching, he looked at the girl, studying her eyes with curiosity. He knew in an instant why she was here. After a fight with Jack, she had probably nowhere else to run and had decided to lodge in Brooklyn for the night. Spot ran the back of his hand down the length of her face and moved closer to her. He needed it. If only for a few minutes, he needed it nonetheless.
Clue's breathing sped up. In reality, she had no idea why she had run to Brooklyn. Of all the places she could have gone, why did she choose Spot's territory? Did she expect to be reassured by the infamous newsie? Was she hoping that he would know of clever ways to take her mind off of Jack? She grabbed Spot's hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it ever so softly with a light peck. The two friends only looked into each other's eyes for brief seconds before they freed themselves from the outside world.
Spot cupped the girl's face in his hands and kissed her so deep that she had to steady herself against a wall as to not fall back. She did not let the Brooklyn leader take control of the situation, however. Running her fingers through his silky hair, Clue pushed Spot back onto his bed and sat atop his chest with a nervous smile. What was she doing? Is this what she had planned to do? Spot pulled her down and kissed her hard again.
Clue giggled as she let her hands roam over Spot's chest and dove in for another lip embrace. But Spot turned his head unexpectedly. She looked at him confused. "What is it?"
Spot gave her an intense look, but the intensity stood for the degree of sadness he felt. "I'se can't do this tah youse, Clue. It aint right."
"Oh no, Spot. It's okay! Me and Jack aint together anymore."
"I figured," Spot replied. "But that don't mean that youse stopped loving him. I know youse, Clue. I see it in ya. Ya still have feelings fer Jack and I don't wanna ruin it fer youse. Partly because no matter what he says, I know Jack loves youse too, and he's too good a friend of mines fer me tah go stealin his goil."
Clue crawled onto the mattress beside Spot and nodded. "Youse a good person, Spot."
Spot feigned a mischievous smirk. "I try."
"Do ya mind if I'se stays wid youse tonight? I really don't feel like walkin back tah Manhattan this late." Her peak of tension had subsided. She could not even believe what she would have done had Spot not stopped the nonsense.
"Shoah. As a matter of fact, youse can stay right heah wid me. Tomorrow we'll sell together and then at Medda's party I'll see to it that youse and Jacky-boy are properly reunited. I'se don't care if he's wid Sarah either. Shit, I'll soak the goil if she's all over yer cowboy."
Clue laughed and cuddled up beside him in a friendly manner. "I love ya, Spot. Youse is one of me best friends." She stirred about for quite a number of minutes, but as sleep found her, she softly wished him a "goodnight".
Spot looked at her and was glad he had not tried anything tonight. Who was he to destroy the love between Clue and Jack? He would be no better a person than Blackjack if he did that. He thought of the reasons for him not wanting to go farther with Clue as they had been getting intimate. Clue was an innocent doll and she deserved a man who truly loved her. Jack was Spot's best friends and the latter would never dare betray him in any way. Then there was the last reason, of course. Spot loved Phoenix too much to not be thinking about her every hour of his day.
More To Come!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! I need some REVIEWS! I am obsessed with the lovely things! They make me happy and all excited. If I get a whole bunch, I promise I'll update quicker! Hee hee! C'mon goils! All I want are some REVIEWS! Don't leave without REVIEWING! Just click that nice old button down yonder and SUBMIT A REVIEW! Yeeeeeeeeee HAW! Love Ya All!