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When the newsies got back that night, they all fussed over Irish but she wasn't loving it, in fact, she yelled at them saying that if one of them asked her if she was okay again then she was going to soak the lot of them. They just laughed and headed out to the main room to play a game of poker, Irish not really able to move just lied in the bed and listened to their conversation, she smiled every now and again, thinking about the past few years. There was a knock at her door and she smiled at Blink, seeing him standing there leaning against the doorframe, she motioned for him to come in and sit down in the chair next to her bed. He pulled it up closer to the bed and smiled down at the girl lying in the bed, she smiled back and looked at him curiously. "Okay why are you'se lookin at me like dat?"
He shrugged and gave her his full smile, "No reason, jist lookin at a gorgeous goil."
Her eyes widened, "I'se don't git it, Blink."
He didn't bother to try and elaborate, just changed the subject, "You'se had everyone worried, especially Troub. She really let Spot have it da udder day when she couldn't find you'se. Den you'se jist turn up wit a fever and covered in bruises, how did you'se git here Irish?"
She looked away, she didn't want to lie to Blink, but she wasn't willing to tell him about Jack just yet, because she didn't want to put Jack in harms way and she wasn't sure exactly what was going through Blinks mind. Then she changed her mind and decided that she just didn't care what happened, because Jack was her friend first and he came before all the others, even Jo because he'd been there with her through most of the difficult times in her life. She raised her eyes to Blink and looked at him with utter seriousness, "Jack found me and took care of most of me cuts, but den I'se got a fever and Kloppman told me that he carried me here in da middle of da night last night so dat Kloppman could take care of me."
Blink looked surprised, obviously that wasn't the answer he was looking for he sat back in the chair and frowned, "Well dat wasn't what I was tinkin. Do you'se like Jack?"
She sighed, 'Why does everybody tink dat?' Instead of that she said something that threw Blink off, "He's not da leadah for me."
"So you'se like Spot," he sighed and hung his head. She was surprised, sure she was friends with Blink but he'd never acted like this around her before and if she didn't know better she'd think he had a thing for her. She shook it off, 'Nah.' But then he leaned forward and kissed her, surprised she pulled back and just stared at him. "Yeah you'se like Spot," Then he stood up and walked back out of the room without a backwards glance. She wondered if she'd just lost a friend, but then figured that he'd just been joking around, why would Blink like her? She'd never given him any reason too. She was so lost in her thoughts that she lost track of time and by the time she noticed it most of the newsies had gone off to bed.
She rolled over and groaned slightly, the movement had jarred her ribs, she rolled back onto her back, deciding that that was the safest position for her. She looked to the side and nearly screamed before a hand was clamped over her mouth, that's when she noticed the guys eyes and smiled, he removed his hand. She looked at him before shifting her gaze to the door, "What are you'se doin here?"
"I'se wanted to make soire you'se were doin okay? Are you'se?"
Irish nodded, but refused to raise her eyes to his, "I'm fine, so go now, before someone comes in and tinks da woirst."
"Since when do you'se care what anyone tinks?" He put his hand under her chin and raised it to look at him, "I'se sorry Irish, I'se made a real jackass outta meself didn't I?"
"Yeah you'se did but I was jist waitin for you'se to apologize, Spot. I know how often dat doesn't happen. I can't believe you tought I'se toirned scabber on you." He ran his hand over her cheek, but she turned her face away, "Don't do dat, Spot!"
He pulled back, as if his hand had suddenly caught on fire, "So den you let Blink touch you'se but I'se not good enough!" He sat down beside her, "Why ain't I good enough Irish?"
Tears started coming to her eyes, "It ain't dat Spot, you can't touch me like dat and have it mean nothing to you, because you don't know what it means to me and I ain't gonna get me heart broken, I just won't end up dat way."
He leaned closer and kissed her gently, she was even more surprised then she had been when Blink kissed her but she didn't pull back, until he leaned against her chest, then she groaned in pain and pulled away. He looked at her anxiously, "Did I hoirt you'se, I didn't mean it, I jist forgot about you'se bruises for a minute."
Irish laughed and pulled on his shirt, so she could kiss him again and she did just that until they were both gasping for air. Then she let out another laugh and moved closer to the wall, so he could lay down next to her, and he did and they spent the night talking away about anything and everything. He told her stories about Rage and she told him stories about the orphanage and the many adventures her and Trouble went on. He asked her what her full name was but she wasn't about to give it up that easily, "You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
He just smirked, "I'll tell you one day, but jist not today. I bettah get going, da newsies are gonna be wakin up soon and I don't want dem getting any ideas." He kissed her quickly and then snuck out of the lodging house, Irish smiled to herself before slipping into unconsciousness. She never heard Davey come in to get the other newsies and she didn't even here them all leave she was so exhausted. She slept through the rest of the day and woke up later when she felt someone pushing hair out of her face.
She thought it was Spot so she reached up and pulled his head down to hers without opening her eyes, but was surprised when she felt very unfamiliar lips on hers. Quickly she pulled back and stared into the chocolate brown eyes that stared back at her, she knew right then what she'd done because she wasn't staring into the gray blue eyes that she'd come to know. She backed away quickly and frowned at the boy sitting in front of her, suddenly her cheeks flushed and she turned her head away. "I didn't realize, really I thought you were someone else."
He nodded but then realized that she wasn't looking at him so he tried saying something but his throat was dry, he cleared it uncomfortably before trying to talk again. "It's okay, really I know you'se didn't mean anyting by it. Jist forget about it Irish."
She could tell he was uncomfortable, but she couldn't do anything to ease that because she was even more uncomfortable and that when she heard someone else clear their throat and she looked towards the door. There was the boy she thought she'd kissed and she could tell by the closed off way he was staring at her that he'd seen her kiss her best friend. He turned around and headed out of the lodging house, she tried to stand but as soon as she sat up she felt the pain return. She ignored it though and stood trying to follow Spot out of the lodging house, she got to the door before she let out a scream of pain and collapsed to her knees. Again she just stood up and ignored the way her body felt and stepped out of the lodging house, she saw Spot walking around the corner and she broke out into a run, which was more of a limping run. She was breathing hard by the time she got around the corner and then he was gone.
She sat on the ground and let the tears fall, not only did she feel like her heart had just broken, but it had also been completely her fault. She'd kissed Jack and now she had to pay the price, she felt a strong arm go around her waist and looked up expecting to see Jack, but found Skittery instead and the moment she was standing, Jo slipped an arm around the other side of her waist. She just stared at her two friends and cried her eyes out, they brought her back to the lodging house and laid her down in the bed. Then left her alone with Jack, figuring that he could help her with this, they just stared at each other silently, neither wanting to talk about what had just happened.
Skittery and Trouble were upstairs in the bunkroom, talking about what they had just witnessed, Trouble shifted uncomfortably remembering the last time her friend had cried. "I haven't seen her cry since Rage left the orphanage and this was so much woirse. It looked like she'd jist given up and she's nevah done dat."
"I wondah what da hell happened wit Spot."
Trouble sighed, 'Guys.' "Ain't it obvious, she and Spot are goin out and dey musta had a fight or sometin, I dunno but right now I can't worry about dat, her and Spot are both so stubborn dat dey won't work it out till dere ready. We'se gotta get ready for this afternoon." Skittery smiled and kissed Trouble quickly before leading the way towards Pulitzers' building.
Jack was doing the same, "Look I know dat you'se didn't mean ta kiss me and dat's da end of it, you'se taught I was Spot, I'd like to tawk to you right now, but I gotta go, I hope you feelin bettah."
She just nodded and laid down with her back towards him, she heard him sigh and then leave, she also heard most of the other newsies leave too. She didn't sleep just contented herself with losing herself in thoughts of Spot, she might not have been with him for long but she'd known him for years and now that she thought about it she realized that she'd loved him just as long. She needed to talk to him and explain but she didn't know if he'd ever want to talk to her again.
He was so stealthy the she didn't hear him again until he sat down next to her, but she wasn't surprised that she hadn't heard him, she knew that if he had wanted to announce his presence then she would have known that he was there. She turned over and stared at him, she knew that he must trust her because he'd come but she also knew that he'd closed himself off because of the way he was looking at her. "I'm glad dat you're here, I gotta explain bout earlier. I didn't know dat it was Jack, I taught I was kissin you and I nevah would have kissed him if I'd known dat it was him ta begin wit because me and Jacky just don't tink of each other like dat."
He nodded but still didn't say anything or show any emotion to clue her in on what he was thinking. He took something out of his pocket and handed it to Irish, she looked at it curiously but then popped it open and gasped. "Irish Fury O'Hara, will you'se marry me?"
She stared at him for a long moment before nodding and kissing him deeply, "Of coirse, how can I toirn down a King?"
A.N. Okay I realize that they only admitted their feelings for each other like 12 hours ago but they've known each other for years and it's not like their gonna get married next week, just bear with me I've got two chapters left and I'm working on a semi-interesting ending to the story. ( Hope everyone liked it.
When the newsies got back that night, they all fussed over Irish but she wasn't loving it, in fact, she yelled at them saying that if one of them asked her if she was okay again then she was going to soak the lot of them. They just laughed and headed out to the main room to play a game of poker, Irish not really able to move just lied in the bed and listened to their conversation, she smiled every now and again, thinking about the past few years. There was a knock at her door and she smiled at Blink, seeing him standing there leaning against the doorframe, she motioned for him to come in and sit down in the chair next to her bed. He pulled it up closer to the bed and smiled down at the girl lying in the bed, she smiled back and looked at him curiously. "Okay why are you'se lookin at me like dat?"
He shrugged and gave her his full smile, "No reason, jist lookin at a gorgeous goil."
Her eyes widened, "I'se don't git it, Blink."
He didn't bother to try and elaborate, just changed the subject, "You'se had everyone worried, especially Troub. She really let Spot have it da udder day when she couldn't find you'se. Den you'se jist turn up wit a fever and covered in bruises, how did you'se git here Irish?"
She looked away, she didn't want to lie to Blink, but she wasn't willing to tell him about Jack just yet, because she didn't want to put Jack in harms way and she wasn't sure exactly what was going through Blinks mind. Then she changed her mind and decided that she just didn't care what happened, because Jack was her friend first and he came before all the others, even Jo because he'd been there with her through most of the difficult times in her life. She raised her eyes to Blink and looked at him with utter seriousness, "Jack found me and took care of most of me cuts, but den I'se got a fever and Kloppman told me that he carried me here in da middle of da night last night so dat Kloppman could take care of me."
Blink looked surprised, obviously that wasn't the answer he was looking for he sat back in the chair and frowned, "Well dat wasn't what I was tinkin. Do you'se like Jack?"
She sighed, 'Why does everybody tink dat?' Instead of that she said something that threw Blink off, "He's not da leadah for me."
"So you'se like Spot," he sighed and hung his head. She was surprised, sure she was friends with Blink but he'd never acted like this around her before and if she didn't know better she'd think he had a thing for her. She shook it off, 'Nah.' But then he leaned forward and kissed her, surprised she pulled back and just stared at him. "Yeah you'se like Spot," Then he stood up and walked back out of the room without a backwards glance. She wondered if she'd just lost a friend, but then figured that he'd just been joking around, why would Blink like her? She'd never given him any reason too. She was so lost in her thoughts that she lost track of time and by the time she noticed it most of the newsies had gone off to bed.
She rolled over and groaned slightly, the movement had jarred her ribs, she rolled back onto her back, deciding that that was the safest position for her. She looked to the side and nearly screamed before a hand was clamped over her mouth, that's when she noticed the guys eyes and smiled, he removed his hand. She looked at him before shifting her gaze to the door, "What are you'se doin here?"
"I'se wanted to make soire you'se were doin okay? Are you'se?"
Irish nodded, but refused to raise her eyes to his, "I'm fine, so go now, before someone comes in and tinks da woirst."
"Since when do you'se care what anyone tinks?" He put his hand under her chin and raised it to look at him, "I'se sorry Irish, I'se made a real jackass outta meself didn't I?"
"Yeah you'se did but I was jist waitin for you'se to apologize, Spot. I know how often dat doesn't happen. I can't believe you tought I'se toirned scabber on you." He ran his hand over her cheek, but she turned her face away, "Don't do dat, Spot!"
He pulled back, as if his hand had suddenly caught on fire, "So den you let Blink touch you'se but I'se not good enough!" He sat down beside her, "Why ain't I good enough Irish?"
Tears started coming to her eyes, "It ain't dat Spot, you can't touch me like dat and have it mean nothing to you, because you don't know what it means to me and I ain't gonna get me heart broken, I just won't end up dat way."
He leaned closer and kissed her gently, she was even more surprised then she had been when Blink kissed her but she didn't pull back, until he leaned against her chest, then she groaned in pain and pulled away. He looked at her anxiously, "Did I hoirt you'se, I didn't mean it, I jist forgot about you'se bruises for a minute."
Irish laughed and pulled on his shirt, so she could kiss him again and she did just that until they were both gasping for air. Then she let out another laugh and moved closer to the wall, so he could lay down next to her, and he did and they spent the night talking away about anything and everything. He told her stories about Rage and she told him stories about the orphanage and the many adventures her and Trouble went on. He asked her what her full name was but she wasn't about to give it up that easily, "You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
He just smirked, "I'll tell you one day, but jist not today. I bettah get going, da newsies are gonna be wakin up soon and I don't want dem getting any ideas." He kissed her quickly and then snuck out of the lodging house, Irish smiled to herself before slipping into unconsciousness. She never heard Davey come in to get the other newsies and she didn't even here them all leave she was so exhausted. She slept through the rest of the day and woke up later when she felt someone pushing hair out of her face.
She thought it was Spot so she reached up and pulled his head down to hers without opening her eyes, but was surprised when she felt very unfamiliar lips on hers. Quickly she pulled back and stared into the chocolate brown eyes that stared back at her, she knew right then what she'd done because she wasn't staring into the gray blue eyes that she'd come to know. She backed away quickly and frowned at the boy sitting in front of her, suddenly her cheeks flushed and she turned her head away. "I didn't realize, really I thought you were someone else."
He nodded but then realized that she wasn't looking at him so he tried saying something but his throat was dry, he cleared it uncomfortably before trying to talk again. "It's okay, really I know you'se didn't mean anyting by it. Jist forget about it Irish."
She could tell he was uncomfortable, but she couldn't do anything to ease that because she was even more uncomfortable and that when she heard someone else clear their throat and she looked towards the door. There was the boy she thought she'd kissed and she could tell by the closed off way he was staring at her that he'd seen her kiss her best friend. He turned around and headed out of the lodging house, she tried to stand but as soon as she sat up she felt the pain return. She ignored it though and stood trying to follow Spot out of the lodging house, she got to the door before she let out a scream of pain and collapsed to her knees. Again she just stood up and ignored the way her body felt and stepped out of the lodging house, she saw Spot walking around the corner and she broke out into a run, which was more of a limping run. She was breathing hard by the time she got around the corner and then he was gone.
She sat on the ground and let the tears fall, not only did she feel like her heart had just broken, but it had also been completely her fault. She'd kissed Jack and now she had to pay the price, she felt a strong arm go around her waist and looked up expecting to see Jack, but found Skittery instead and the moment she was standing, Jo slipped an arm around the other side of her waist. She just stared at her two friends and cried her eyes out, they brought her back to the lodging house and laid her down in the bed. Then left her alone with Jack, figuring that he could help her with this, they just stared at each other silently, neither wanting to talk about what had just happened.
Skittery and Trouble were upstairs in the bunkroom, talking about what they had just witnessed, Trouble shifted uncomfortably remembering the last time her friend had cried. "I haven't seen her cry since Rage left the orphanage and this was so much woirse. It looked like she'd jist given up and she's nevah done dat."
"I wondah what da hell happened wit Spot."
Trouble sighed, 'Guys.' "Ain't it obvious, she and Spot are goin out and dey musta had a fight or sometin, I dunno but right now I can't worry about dat, her and Spot are both so stubborn dat dey won't work it out till dere ready. We'se gotta get ready for this afternoon." Skittery smiled and kissed Trouble quickly before leading the way towards Pulitzers' building.
Jack was doing the same, "Look I know dat you'se didn't mean ta kiss me and dat's da end of it, you'se taught I was Spot, I'd like to tawk to you right now, but I gotta go, I hope you feelin bettah."
She just nodded and laid down with her back towards him, she heard him sigh and then leave, she also heard most of the other newsies leave too. She didn't sleep just contented herself with losing herself in thoughts of Spot, she might not have been with him for long but she'd known him for years and now that she thought about it she realized that she'd loved him just as long. She needed to talk to him and explain but she didn't know if he'd ever want to talk to her again.
He was so stealthy the she didn't hear him again until he sat down next to her, but she wasn't surprised that she hadn't heard him, she knew that if he had wanted to announce his presence then she would have known that he was there. She turned over and stared at him, she knew that he must trust her because he'd come but she also knew that he'd closed himself off because of the way he was looking at her. "I'm glad dat you're here, I gotta explain bout earlier. I didn't know dat it was Jack, I taught I was kissin you and I nevah would have kissed him if I'd known dat it was him ta begin wit because me and Jacky just don't tink of each other like dat."
He nodded but still didn't say anything or show any emotion to clue her in on what he was thinking. He took something out of his pocket and handed it to Irish, she looked at it curiously but then popped it open and gasped. "Irish Fury O'Hara, will you'se marry me?"
She stared at him for a long moment before nodding and kissing him deeply, "Of coirse, how can I toirn down a King?"
A.N. Okay I realize that they only admitted their feelings for each other like 12 hours ago but they've known each other for years and it's not like their gonna get married next week, just bear with me I've got two chapters left and I'm working on a semi-interesting ending to the story. ( Hope everyone liked it.