Hey everyone. I know, long time no write. But that's okey dokey. I think you'll survive *grins* anywhoz, any one wanna do me a big favor?? Go visit my melodramatic and leave me a message :) the linky-poo is http://www.melodramatic.com/users/jokergirly yep that's me….jokergirly, it's an inside joke. It's cuz I make everything a joke. *shrugs* but everyone at least go visit. *bows* thanks.
Sexydaddymagnet69~ *gasp* the drama. *sigh* thanks for the review Chelchel. Haha.
Falco~ heyhey thanks for the review. Your awesome. If I don't do something bad to them the story would be so boring you wouldn't believe it!!
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Chapter Two
Spot stared at her. She looked vaguely familiar. He scratched his head and wondered where he'd seen her before. "Where have I seen you before?" he asked her. She looked up at him with gorgeous big blue eyes. She looked tired. And young.
"(AN: did I say what Spot's name was at all?? Oh well I will now) Jason…" the girl started. He shushed her.
"How do you know my real name??" He asked quietly.
"You told me…at that bar…in the Bronx," she kept continuing her explanation when the confused look on his face remained.
"Why are you here?" he asked her. She looked way to young to be pregnant. Fourteen maybe, fifteen at the most. She was real pretty though. Petite, fair skinned with light brown almost golden hair and huge blue eyes.
"I'm here because I need you to take responsibility for yourself," she said simply, as if it should all fall into place and make perfect sense.
"What do you mean? Who are you?" Spot asked, still confused, and beginning to get angry.
Bribe looked nervous, but cut in anyway. "Spot, her name's June Marie, and she's here because you're the father of her kid," she said slowly, being extremely mad at Spot for doing something like that to a little kid, and hoping each word hurt him.
Spot backed away from the group of people. "No, I don't have a kid. I have a girlfriend. Who I want to be my fiancé. I love her. Not you. Not no baby. Not ever," He said and ran out the door.
He didn't stop running even after he heard Bribe screaming after him. Not after he passed hundreds of faces in the busy streets of Brooklyn. Not after he crossed the bridge. Not after various newsies yelled their Manhattan hellos to him. Not until he reached AJ. She was leaning up against the Horace Greeley statue talking to TK who was chain-smoking and trying to avoid AJ's accusing questions.
"Spot, what the hell was that all about??" AJ stormed. Spot leaned against the statue and slid down till he was sitting at the bottom with his head in his hands. AJ saw there was definitely something wrong, and dragged him to his feet, and dragged him every step to the Manhattan LH.
She threw him in a chair in the lobby, "What the hell is up Conlon?" Spot was not in the mood to put up with girlfriend shit. But he stopped himself from hitting her back.
"You love her Conlon," he whispered to himself. Then to AJ he said, "Nothing," he said it rather coldly. She stood staring at him with evil eyes hands on her hips. Spot thought to himself as studied her with his watchful blue-gray eyes. 'God, she's hot when she's mad,' Spot's mind always went these places when they were fighting. Which wasn't very often, but was often enough. It pissed AJ off to no end that guys could think about sex when some girl was yelling in their face.
She was yelling something at him when he stood up and put his fingers on her lips. "There's nothing wrong, baby," and he kissed her. Denial was the only option he had.
Review please *smiles sweetly*
Sexydaddymagnet69~ *gasp* the drama. *sigh* thanks for the review Chelchel. Haha.
Falco~ heyhey thanks for the review. Your awesome. If I don't do something bad to them the story would be so boring you wouldn't believe it!!
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Chapter Two
Spot stared at her. She looked vaguely familiar. He scratched his head and wondered where he'd seen her before. "Where have I seen you before?" he asked her. She looked up at him with gorgeous big blue eyes. She looked tired. And young.
"(AN: did I say what Spot's name was at all?? Oh well I will now) Jason…" the girl started. He shushed her.
"How do you know my real name??" He asked quietly.
"You told me…at that bar…in the Bronx," she kept continuing her explanation when the confused look on his face remained.
"Why are you here?" he asked her. She looked way to young to be pregnant. Fourteen maybe, fifteen at the most. She was real pretty though. Petite, fair skinned with light brown almost golden hair and huge blue eyes.
"I'm here because I need you to take responsibility for yourself," she said simply, as if it should all fall into place and make perfect sense.
"What do you mean? Who are you?" Spot asked, still confused, and beginning to get angry.
Bribe looked nervous, but cut in anyway. "Spot, her name's June Marie, and she's here because you're the father of her kid," she said slowly, being extremely mad at Spot for doing something like that to a little kid, and hoping each word hurt him.
Spot backed away from the group of people. "No, I don't have a kid. I have a girlfriend. Who I want to be my fiancé. I love her. Not you. Not no baby. Not ever," He said and ran out the door.
He didn't stop running even after he heard Bribe screaming after him. Not after he passed hundreds of faces in the busy streets of Brooklyn. Not after he crossed the bridge. Not after various newsies yelled their Manhattan hellos to him. Not until he reached AJ. She was leaning up against the Horace Greeley statue talking to TK who was chain-smoking and trying to avoid AJ's accusing questions.
"Spot, what the hell was that all about??" AJ stormed. Spot leaned against the statue and slid down till he was sitting at the bottom with his head in his hands. AJ saw there was definitely something wrong, and dragged him to his feet, and dragged him every step to the Manhattan LH.
She threw him in a chair in the lobby, "What the hell is up Conlon?" Spot was not in the mood to put up with girlfriend shit. But he stopped himself from hitting her back.
"You love her Conlon," he whispered to himself. Then to AJ he said, "Nothing," he said it rather coldly. She stood staring at him with evil eyes hands on her hips. Spot thought to himself as studied her with his watchful blue-gray eyes. 'God, she's hot when she's mad,' Spot's mind always went these places when they were fighting. Which wasn't very often, but was often enough. It pissed AJ off to no end that guys could think about sex when some girl was yelling in their face.
She was yelling something at him when he stood up and put his fingers on her lips. "There's nothing wrong, baby," and he kissed her. Denial was the only option he had.
Review please *smiles sweetly*