A/N: *Karate kicks, ends up falling on butt* Wacha! *Giggles* One update
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Disclaimer: As always, I own Yorkie. The Disney owns the newsies. (I wonder if Disney would just lend me them for awhile?)
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Oct. 17, 1899 (a continuation of sorts)
I am in love. (And in much pain, but more about that later.)
I, Yorkie, am madly in love with the Spot character I mentioned earlier (the one I fell on top of.) He is the epitome of beautiful!
I suppose I should mention what happened after I fell onto my beloved. After I managed to get off him he sort of glared at me, much like an annoyed lion. The rather muscular boys surrounding me gave me the same look. But, Blink came to my rescue.
He claimed I had an illness which caused me to imagine strange illusions, and that I mistakenly thought I was in some sort of war and Spot was the enemy. Spot seemed satisfied with this but none too pleased that I had made him seem like a fool in front of his 'people.'
I could not read Blink's expression he gave me after he explained my 'illness' to Spot. I had no choice to go along with his story. I babbled on and on about this 'war' I was fighting.
During an awkward moment of silence when everyone was gawking at me trying to figure out what to do I yelled, "EVERYONE DOWN! DON'T FIRE UNTIL YOU SEE THE WHITES OF THEIR EYES!"
Blink put a hand to his forehead and looked slightly pained by my outburst.
Spot finally dismissed us all, and I headed back to Manhattan with Blink and the rest of the Manhattan newsies. It was fairly silent the entire way there, I couldn't tell what Blink was thinking, if anything besides "Moronic girl."
I took one last look at my dearest Spot as I stepped onto the Brooklyn Bridge, I could see him with a puzzled look on his face staring after me. Oh heavens, he makes me hot under the collar. I wonder what mother would think if she heard me thinking such things!
I must return to Brooklyn soon, I do not want some unworthy girl snapping up my Spot.
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Spot, Spot, Spot. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I doubt I can count that high.
It is nearly ten o'clock. The newsies are out selling their evening editions; it has occurred to me that I have not sold any flowers today. I have no money and nothing to eat.
You never realize just how hungry you are until someone in the street stops and looks at you funny when your stomach growls audibly. I can see a basket of flowers just beckoning me, but no, after the first incident I promised myself flowers are not to be eaten again.
I sat on a fire escape, a bit slippery from the previous rain. My head started to fall to the side, my eyes growing heavy with sleep. Finally, I managed to fall into a drowsy sleep, my head filled with images of Spot.
I had the strangest sensation of falling in one of my dreams, and a large pain in my head.
That's when I woke up and discovered I had slid all the way down the fire escape and onto the ground beneath it. My feet were stuck between two steps and my skirt was embarrassingly flipped up. People wandering the night streets stopped and laughed at me, and I had no idea!
A rough looking man was bent over with laughter pointing at me. I stormed over and began to slap him with all the might I could muster. He walked away laughing still. The nerve.
I envy men and their pants.
---From Derby: Thank you reviewers, you are all fabulous. (Shout outs next chapter.) Hope you all enjoyed this chappie ^_____^
Disclaimer: As always, I own Yorkie. The Disney owns the newsies. (I wonder if Disney would just lend me them for awhile?)
`*`*`*`*`*`
Oct. 17, 1899 (a continuation of sorts)
I am in love. (And in much pain, but more about that later.)
I, Yorkie, am madly in love with the Spot character I mentioned earlier (the one I fell on top of.) He is the epitome of beautiful!
I suppose I should mention what happened after I fell onto my beloved. After I managed to get off him he sort of glared at me, much like an annoyed lion. The rather muscular boys surrounding me gave me the same look. But, Blink came to my rescue.
He claimed I had an illness which caused me to imagine strange illusions, and that I mistakenly thought I was in some sort of war and Spot was the enemy. Spot seemed satisfied with this but none too pleased that I had made him seem like a fool in front of his 'people.'
I could not read Blink's expression he gave me after he explained my 'illness' to Spot. I had no choice to go along with his story. I babbled on and on about this 'war' I was fighting.
During an awkward moment of silence when everyone was gawking at me trying to figure out what to do I yelled, "EVERYONE DOWN! DON'T FIRE UNTIL YOU SEE THE WHITES OF THEIR EYES!"
Blink put a hand to his forehead and looked slightly pained by my outburst.
Spot finally dismissed us all, and I headed back to Manhattan with Blink and the rest of the Manhattan newsies. It was fairly silent the entire way there, I couldn't tell what Blink was thinking, if anything besides "Moronic girl."
I took one last look at my dearest Spot as I stepped onto the Brooklyn Bridge, I could see him with a puzzled look on his face staring after me. Oh heavens, he makes me hot under the collar. I wonder what mother would think if she heard me thinking such things!
I must return to Brooklyn soon, I do not want some unworthy girl snapping up my Spot.
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Spot, Spot, Spot. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I doubt I can count that high.
It is nearly ten o'clock. The newsies are out selling their evening editions; it has occurred to me that I have not sold any flowers today. I have no money and nothing to eat.
You never realize just how hungry you are until someone in the street stops and looks at you funny when your stomach growls audibly. I can see a basket of flowers just beckoning me, but no, after the first incident I promised myself flowers are not to be eaten again.
I sat on a fire escape, a bit slippery from the previous rain. My head started to fall to the side, my eyes growing heavy with sleep. Finally, I managed to fall into a drowsy sleep, my head filled with images of Spot.
I had the strangest sensation of falling in one of my dreams, and a large pain in my head.
That's when I woke up and discovered I had slid all the way down the fire escape and onto the ground beneath it. My feet were stuck between two steps and my skirt was embarrassingly flipped up. People wandering the night streets stopped and laughed at me, and I had no idea!
A rough looking man was bent over with laughter pointing at me. I stormed over and began to slap him with all the might I could muster. He walked away laughing still. The nerve.
I envy men and their pants.
---From Derby: Thank you reviewers, you are all fabulous. (Shout outs next chapter.) Hope you all enjoyed this chappie ^_____^