DISCLAIMER: The Newsies do not belong to me save for Honey and Flame. So
puh-lease don't sue me because you won't get very much. Muah ha ha!
A.N. YaaaY!!! It's finally finished!!! A great big THANK YOU to everyone who has reviewed this story! I really LOVE all of your REVIEWS! They make me soooo HAPPY and I appreciate them all!!! Here's shout outs to kimimay85, baby309blue, Twig, lncdaydreamer, Stella Puro-Sangue, Fastdancr, Ylani Stepka, sexydaddymagnet69, CBgirly2002, Duchess, Kaylee, Randomness, Crunch, and Ashley!!! Thanks Goils!!
Switching Spots
Two weeks later, Jack and Honey were standing outside the Brooklyn Lodging House, waiting for Spot to meet them for lunch at Tibby's.
"It's so nice tah be a goil again," Honey laughed as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt. No longer had she need to wear a hat, or tuck her thick blonde locks under it. She actually felt free in a sort of way, no longer needing to live up to someone else's expectations. Not to say she despised being her brother, it was simply more difficult to impersonate the Brooklyn leader than she had originally thought. He had an air and way about him that she believed no one else would ever be able to perfectly reproduce.
Jack laughed with her and draped his arm about her shoulders. "So what is youse gunna do your foist day of being a goil again?"
"I was thinking of wearing ribbons in me hair," she giggled. "But that may be overdoing it." She rested her head onto Jack's chest and sighed. She thought it would just be best to be herself. Afterall, today she would finally be introduced to all the Manhattan newsies and she wanted to make a good impression.
"Heya, look! Flame's coming this way!"
At first, Honey thought her friend was merely kidding, but upon looking in the direction he pointed, she gasped and hid behind him. "Oh my god, oh my God! He's going to see me!"
"Well, considering he's gots eyes, I would hope he sees ya, sweety." Jack grabbed her arm and gently pulled her before him. "Youse is only making things woise. Just act normal, all right?" Before Honey could object, Flame was already approaching them.
"Heya Jacky, how's life treatin youse these days?" The two leaders spit-shook and then Flame took notice of Honey. He smirked at her and took her hand to kiss its back. "Youse looks awfully familiar. Ya new around heah?"
"Flame, this is Spot's twin sistah, Honey."
"Yea, I figured as much. They's look too much alike." He was glad that girl had finally recuperated from her illness. She looked nothing like someone who had just suffered from pneumonia. Addressing her, he said, "I'se just meant that I feel as if I'se knows youse from somewhere else..."
Honey shrugged and giggled. "I may have been tah Queens before I became a newsie."
"How'd ya know I was from Queens?"
Seeing the girl's mistake, Jack intruded into the conversation before she would have to come up with a reason. "Flame, youse is one of the most popular leadahs in New Yawk! Ya think a new kid wouldn't heah about youse within their foist day of sellin?"
"Oh." Flame grinned at the comment and focused his attention back on Honey. He found her to be pretty cute, with a special glow on her face that could brighten the worse of moods. Nevertheless, he could not rid himself of the feeling that he had known her once before. He studied her eyes and the figure of her appearance, knowing he was familiar with it, but unable to reach a name. Then it almost hit him, and as the name was forming in the recesses of his mind, his train of thoughts was interrupted when Honey spoke.
"Are youse okay?" she asked worriedly.
"Shoah, shoah," he said. He let the thought pass. Though it bothered him that he could not solve this riddle, he would not let it get in the way of socializing. "So are ya going tah Medda's party tonight?"
Honey blushed at the unexpected question and turned her face away. "Uhm, I don't know. I'se really aint got a reason tah go. I mean, I aint got a date or anything..."
"Well, that shouldn't be a problem, cause if youse is up tah it, I'll be more than happy tah escort youse." The sparkle in his eyes was irresistible and made Honey breathless, so that she could only nod at his suggestion. "Great! I'll come fer youse around six? Can't wait tah see ya, doll." He kissed her hand again.
It was all she could do to keep from passing out. She could barely believe this was happening! It was as if life was finally taking a turn for the best for her. Not only was she reunited with her brother who had recently regained his full health, now the one guy she had fallen head over heels for was asking her out! She had a feeling things were going to work out great between her and Flame too.
Yet again, there was that look of recognition on his face, as if he were trying to recover a lost memory. She shifted uncomfortably and wished he would stop. What if he found out about her secret? What would he think then? Would he be just as willing to become acquainted with her? And then as luck would have it, Flame was only interrupted for the second time.
"Heya Flame, what is youse doing heah?"
Flame jumped at the sound of Spot Conlon's voice and stood a reasonable distance away from his younger friend with a watchful look. If the Brooklyn leader was about to plummet into his paranoid subconscious, Flame would be prepared. "I came by tah make shoah yer side of New Yawk was safe from the Staten Island scabs."
"Oh, thanks. I'se hoid they's were still roaming around thinking they's can beat us." He stepped forward, and arched an eyebrow when Flame stepped back. "What's the mattah?"
Flame glanced at Honey and Jack, and then back at Spot. He could not trust the latter; he might just start doing something unpredictable again. "Uh, I'se gunna go. See ya all latah!" And with that, he ran off.
Spot scratched his head. "What the hell is wrong wid him? Every time I sees him and I try tah start a conversation, he just gives me this terrified look and leaves as fast as he can."
Jack looked away and Honey stared at her shoes.
"What?" Spot narrowed his eyes. "Either of youse knows why?"
Jack cleared his throat. "Let's just say, Honey made a couple of 'friends' while she was busy being youse."
Both he and Honey burst out laughing, leaving Spot more confused than he had been before. "What's that supposed tah mean!?"
Jack mumbled something under his breath, and readily grabbed Honey's hand for their dramatic dash away from Spot.
"What was that?"
"Ah, ya know, she just kissed Flame is all." The two bolted down the streets in an instant, lost in their reckless laughter.
Spot's jaw dropped open. "WHAT!?!?!?!?!?" And not a second passed before he had taken off behind them.
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A.N. YaaaY!!! It's finally finished!!! A great big THANK YOU to everyone who has reviewed this story! I really LOVE all of your REVIEWS! They make me soooo HAPPY and I appreciate them all!!! Here's shout outs to kimimay85, baby309blue, Twig, lncdaydreamer, Stella Puro-Sangue, Fastdancr, Ylani Stepka, sexydaddymagnet69, CBgirly2002, Duchess, Kaylee, Randomness, Crunch, and Ashley!!! Thanks Goils!!
Switching Spots
Two weeks later, Jack and Honey were standing outside the Brooklyn Lodging House, waiting for Spot to meet them for lunch at Tibby's.
"It's so nice tah be a goil again," Honey laughed as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt. No longer had she need to wear a hat, or tuck her thick blonde locks under it. She actually felt free in a sort of way, no longer needing to live up to someone else's expectations. Not to say she despised being her brother, it was simply more difficult to impersonate the Brooklyn leader than she had originally thought. He had an air and way about him that she believed no one else would ever be able to perfectly reproduce.
Jack laughed with her and draped his arm about her shoulders. "So what is youse gunna do your foist day of being a goil again?"
"I was thinking of wearing ribbons in me hair," she giggled. "But that may be overdoing it." She rested her head onto Jack's chest and sighed. She thought it would just be best to be herself. Afterall, today she would finally be introduced to all the Manhattan newsies and she wanted to make a good impression.
"Heya, look! Flame's coming this way!"
At first, Honey thought her friend was merely kidding, but upon looking in the direction he pointed, she gasped and hid behind him. "Oh my god, oh my God! He's going to see me!"
"Well, considering he's gots eyes, I would hope he sees ya, sweety." Jack grabbed her arm and gently pulled her before him. "Youse is only making things woise. Just act normal, all right?" Before Honey could object, Flame was already approaching them.
"Heya Jacky, how's life treatin youse these days?" The two leaders spit-shook and then Flame took notice of Honey. He smirked at her and took her hand to kiss its back. "Youse looks awfully familiar. Ya new around heah?"
"Flame, this is Spot's twin sistah, Honey."
"Yea, I figured as much. They's look too much alike." He was glad that girl had finally recuperated from her illness. She looked nothing like someone who had just suffered from pneumonia. Addressing her, he said, "I'se just meant that I feel as if I'se knows youse from somewhere else..."
Honey shrugged and giggled. "I may have been tah Queens before I became a newsie."
"How'd ya know I was from Queens?"
Seeing the girl's mistake, Jack intruded into the conversation before she would have to come up with a reason. "Flame, youse is one of the most popular leadahs in New Yawk! Ya think a new kid wouldn't heah about youse within their foist day of sellin?"
"Oh." Flame grinned at the comment and focused his attention back on Honey. He found her to be pretty cute, with a special glow on her face that could brighten the worse of moods. Nevertheless, he could not rid himself of the feeling that he had known her once before. He studied her eyes and the figure of her appearance, knowing he was familiar with it, but unable to reach a name. Then it almost hit him, and as the name was forming in the recesses of his mind, his train of thoughts was interrupted when Honey spoke.
"Are youse okay?" she asked worriedly.
"Shoah, shoah," he said. He let the thought pass. Though it bothered him that he could not solve this riddle, he would not let it get in the way of socializing. "So are ya going tah Medda's party tonight?"
Honey blushed at the unexpected question and turned her face away. "Uhm, I don't know. I'se really aint got a reason tah go. I mean, I aint got a date or anything..."
"Well, that shouldn't be a problem, cause if youse is up tah it, I'll be more than happy tah escort youse." The sparkle in his eyes was irresistible and made Honey breathless, so that she could only nod at his suggestion. "Great! I'll come fer youse around six? Can't wait tah see ya, doll." He kissed her hand again.
It was all she could do to keep from passing out. She could barely believe this was happening! It was as if life was finally taking a turn for the best for her. Not only was she reunited with her brother who had recently regained his full health, now the one guy she had fallen head over heels for was asking her out! She had a feeling things were going to work out great between her and Flame too.
Yet again, there was that look of recognition on his face, as if he were trying to recover a lost memory. She shifted uncomfortably and wished he would stop. What if he found out about her secret? What would he think then? Would he be just as willing to become acquainted with her? And then as luck would have it, Flame was only interrupted for the second time.
"Heya Flame, what is youse doing heah?"
Flame jumped at the sound of Spot Conlon's voice and stood a reasonable distance away from his younger friend with a watchful look. If the Brooklyn leader was about to plummet into his paranoid subconscious, Flame would be prepared. "I came by tah make shoah yer side of New Yawk was safe from the Staten Island scabs."
"Oh, thanks. I'se hoid they's were still roaming around thinking they's can beat us." He stepped forward, and arched an eyebrow when Flame stepped back. "What's the mattah?"
Flame glanced at Honey and Jack, and then back at Spot. He could not trust the latter; he might just start doing something unpredictable again. "Uh, I'se gunna go. See ya all latah!" And with that, he ran off.
Spot scratched his head. "What the hell is wrong wid him? Every time I sees him and I try tah start a conversation, he just gives me this terrified look and leaves as fast as he can."
Jack looked away and Honey stared at her shoes.
"What?" Spot narrowed his eyes. "Either of youse knows why?"
Jack cleared his throat. "Let's just say, Honey made a couple of 'friends' while she was busy being youse."
Both he and Honey burst out laughing, leaving Spot more confused than he had been before. "What's that supposed tah mean!?"
Jack mumbled something under his breath, and readily grabbed Honey's hand for their dramatic dash away from Spot.
"What was that?"
"Ah, ya know, she just kissed Flame is all." The two bolted down the streets in an instant, lost in their reckless laughter.
Spot's jaw dropped open. "WHAT!?!?!?!?!?" And not a second passed before he had taken off behind them.
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