Past's do Bite
by:american-psycho
Disclaimer: I don't own newsies nor spot but evry1 else not mentioned in newsies is copyrite 2 me!
A/N: i hate writers block. It bites the big 1. hope u like this chapter and I think this story is near an end. do u want a sequel, with spot/tk and maybe jack/oc, or not? plz tell me!
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Tk woke up at 3 am from a nightmare. She tried to sort things out but couldn't. So she got up, not to wake up Spot, who made his bed her bed, and went to the roof of the LH. This was her place of solitude, the one place only her and Spot knew how to get up on.
'Life is meaningless, but what if I did do it? Would Spot be sad for the rest of his life, or move on after a couple of days?' She thought, though she shouldn't be thinking these things. Spot loved her, loved her more than life itself. She vanquished the thought and just sat there, with the blanket around her, gazing over all of Brooklyn, her home since she was 12.
She layed back on the roof, not being afraid of falling off, and gazed at the tiny dots in the sky. There were probably millions tonight and Tk thought they were soothing to look at. She heard someone come up and knew it was Spot, for he was the second one to know how to get up there. Tk didn't look at him, nor said anything first. All she did was stare at the sky, wanting to be invisible to the world.
"Tk?" Spot whispered. He saw her, laying against the roof, staring at the sky. "Tk, answah me please" He pleaded.
"Do yah evah wondah why we'se heah, why we'se gottah go thru the hardships of bein' a newsie?" Tk mumbled, thinking Spot wouldn't hear it. "Do yah evah wondah why we'se gottah be strong tah live anywheah or go anywheah?"
Spot walked over to her and sat next to her. He lifted her up so that he could hold her and replied, "Yeah, but dats da reason why we'se gottah live each day as it comes. Tah go thru everythin, to be prepared for when we'se grown and livin' in dat woild"
"But I'se 16, yah 18. We'se already livin in dat woild, livin' in a woild dat you'se can't be beaten or you'll lose yer respect that yah werked so hard tah get" Tk said, as Spot began running his fingers thru her dirty blonde hair. "Livin' in a woild dat hardships happen everyday! I'se knew a boy who said dat life shouldn't be made tah face hardships ev'ryday, but tah be able tah live life tah the fullest and not haftah face things that could ruin yer life ev'ry secon' 'a day."
"I guess yah right." Spot said. "Tk, I'se love yah, dun evah ferget it"
"I'se love yah too Spot" Tk said, smiling, though the things she just said were making her think that her life sucked even more and she missed that boy. He used to be there for her all the times, untill being in the refuge killed him. He was Thomas, an Irish boy who was caught as a stowaway on a ship from Ireland.
Spot held her, untill she fell asleep in his arms and then he gradually fell asleep as well.
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"Spot!" Hats yelled. "Get down heah!"
Spot opened his eyes, layed Tk gently against the roof and looked over to Hats. "What do yah want?" Spot yelled back.
"Kelly's heah" Hats said.
"Tell 'im I'se be down in a second" Spot yelled. He walked over to Tk, woke her up and said, "Tk get up. We'se need tah get downstairs"
Tk rolled over, not opening her eyes and suddenly slid down the roof. Spot caught her by the hand but she was now dangling over the roof.
"Oh my god!" Tk yelled as she noticed the height she was dangling from.
"Quit movin' Tk. Yah keep movin' I'se might drop yah and I'se dun want tah do dat" Spot said, almost angrily.
The whole lodging house was outside to witness except for Jack. He was trying to find a way up on the roof. He climbed up to the attic and opened the latch door. He saw he got to the roof and ran to help Spot.
"Dun let go" pleaded Tk, crying. She didn't want Spot to let go. She suddenly noticed Jack.
"Gimme yah hand, Tk!" Jack yelled. Tk reached her hand as far as she could and finally caught it with Jack's. Jack and Spot pulled her up in one quick motion and she clung to Spot like a wet tshirt.
Tk let the tears fall. "Why does God do this tah me? Why doan he jus' kill me?!" She said, loudly.
"He knows I'se heah tah love yah and doan want us tah be apart" Spot said. He picked her up and headed down the stairs. Her crying had begun to cease.
Jack followed them down and watched Spot carry his sister into the bunkroom. He saw Spot lay her down gently, cover her, and kiss her forehead.
"Spot-" Jack whispered.
"Yah came at a good time Cowboy. If yah didn' come at all, I'se would've dropped her" Spot said, when he knew Tk was sleeping.
"Ise figured dat" Jack said. "Spot, we'se havin' a party in a week or so, and was wonderin' if you'd like tah come"
"Who's da party foah?" Spot asked.
"It's Tk's boithday on the 23 (lets say its April, k?) and I'se wanted tah do somethin' for her." Jack replied.
"How do yah know her boithday's the 23 of April?" Spot asked. Spot and Jack had gone outside, to avoid waking up Tk.
"Skittery always came tah Brooklyn on the 23 with a gift in hand. He said it was fer his best friend,Tk" Jack replied.
Spot smiled. "Shoah, I'll go. Do yah need any help plannin' it?"
Jack shook his head no. "Medda is gonna help, we'se gonna have it at her place. I'se jus' need yah to not let her come tah Manhattan. We'se gonna be arrangin' it fer a few weeks."
"A'right." Jack said. They spit-shook hands. "I'se gottah go, plan the boithday" Jack left the LH and Spot sighed. He thought of what he wanted to get Tk for her birthday. 'What if I asked her to marry me?' He thought. That was it! He had just thought of the best birthday present in the world! Spot smiled and ran out of the LH in pursuit of the jewelry stores in Brooklyn.
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A/N: review! i 3 reviews! plz review. im beggin u!
by:american-psycho
Disclaimer: I don't own newsies nor spot but evry1 else not mentioned in newsies is copyrite 2 me!
A/N: i hate writers block. It bites the big 1. hope u like this chapter and I think this story is near an end. do u want a sequel, with spot/tk and maybe jack/oc, or not? plz tell me!
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Tk woke up at 3 am from a nightmare. She tried to sort things out but couldn't. So she got up, not to wake up Spot, who made his bed her bed, and went to the roof of the LH. This was her place of solitude, the one place only her and Spot knew how to get up on.
'Life is meaningless, but what if I did do it? Would Spot be sad for the rest of his life, or move on after a couple of days?' She thought, though she shouldn't be thinking these things. Spot loved her, loved her more than life itself. She vanquished the thought and just sat there, with the blanket around her, gazing over all of Brooklyn, her home since she was 12.
She layed back on the roof, not being afraid of falling off, and gazed at the tiny dots in the sky. There were probably millions tonight and Tk thought they were soothing to look at. She heard someone come up and knew it was Spot, for he was the second one to know how to get up there. Tk didn't look at him, nor said anything first. All she did was stare at the sky, wanting to be invisible to the world.
"Tk?" Spot whispered. He saw her, laying against the roof, staring at the sky. "Tk, answah me please" He pleaded.
"Do yah evah wondah why we'se heah, why we'se gottah go thru the hardships of bein' a newsie?" Tk mumbled, thinking Spot wouldn't hear it. "Do yah evah wondah why we'se gottah be strong tah live anywheah or go anywheah?"
Spot walked over to her and sat next to her. He lifted her up so that he could hold her and replied, "Yeah, but dats da reason why we'se gottah live each day as it comes. Tah go thru everythin, to be prepared for when we'se grown and livin' in dat woild"
"But I'se 16, yah 18. We'se already livin in dat woild, livin' in a woild dat you'se can't be beaten or you'll lose yer respect that yah werked so hard tah get" Tk said, as Spot began running his fingers thru her dirty blonde hair. "Livin' in a woild dat hardships happen everyday! I'se knew a boy who said dat life shouldn't be made tah face hardships ev'ryday, but tah be able tah live life tah the fullest and not haftah face things that could ruin yer life ev'ry secon' 'a day."
"I guess yah right." Spot said. "Tk, I'se love yah, dun evah ferget it"
"I'se love yah too Spot" Tk said, smiling, though the things she just said were making her think that her life sucked even more and she missed that boy. He used to be there for her all the times, untill being in the refuge killed him. He was Thomas, an Irish boy who was caught as a stowaway on a ship from Ireland.
Spot held her, untill she fell asleep in his arms and then he gradually fell asleep as well.
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"Spot!" Hats yelled. "Get down heah!"
Spot opened his eyes, layed Tk gently against the roof and looked over to Hats. "What do yah want?" Spot yelled back.
"Kelly's heah" Hats said.
"Tell 'im I'se be down in a second" Spot yelled. He walked over to Tk, woke her up and said, "Tk get up. We'se need tah get downstairs"
Tk rolled over, not opening her eyes and suddenly slid down the roof. Spot caught her by the hand but she was now dangling over the roof.
"Oh my god!" Tk yelled as she noticed the height she was dangling from.
"Quit movin' Tk. Yah keep movin' I'se might drop yah and I'se dun want tah do dat" Spot said, almost angrily.
The whole lodging house was outside to witness except for Jack. He was trying to find a way up on the roof. He climbed up to the attic and opened the latch door. He saw he got to the roof and ran to help Spot.
"Dun let go" pleaded Tk, crying. She didn't want Spot to let go. She suddenly noticed Jack.
"Gimme yah hand, Tk!" Jack yelled. Tk reached her hand as far as she could and finally caught it with Jack's. Jack and Spot pulled her up in one quick motion and she clung to Spot like a wet tshirt.
Tk let the tears fall. "Why does God do this tah me? Why doan he jus' kill me?!" She said, loudly.
"He knows I'se heah tah love yah and doan want us tah be apart" Spot said. He picked her up and headed down the stairs. Her crying had begun to cease.
Jack followed them down and watched Spot carry his sister into the bunkroom. He saw Spot lay her down gently, cover her, and kiss her forehead.
"Spot-" Jack whispered.
"Yah came at a good time Cowboy. If yah didn' come at all, I'se would've dropped her" Spot said, when he knew Tk was sleeping.
"Ise figured dat" Jack said. "Spot, we'se havin' a party in a week or so, and was wonderin' if you'd like tah come"
"Who's da party foah?" Spot asked.
"It's Tk's boithday on the 23 (lets say its April, k?) and I'se wanted tah do somethin' for her." Jack replied.
"How do yah know her boithday's the 23 of April?" Spot asked. Spot and Jack had gone outside, to avoid waking up Tk.
"Skittery always came tah Brooklyn on the 23 with a gift in hand. He said it was fer his best friend,Tk" Jack replied.
Spot smiled. "Shoah, I'll go. Do yah need any help plannin' it?"
Jack shook his head no. "Medda is gonna help, we'se gonna have it at her place. I'se jus' need yah to not let her come tah Manhattan. We'se gonna be arrangin' it fer a few weeks."
"A'right." Jack said. They spit-shook hands. "I'se gottah go, plan the boithday" Jack left the LH and Spot sighed. He thought of what he wanted to get Tk for her birthday. 'What if I asked her to marry me?' He thought. That was it! He had just thought of the best birthday present in the world! Spot smiled and ran out of the LH in pursuit of the jewelry stores in Brooklyn.
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A/N: review! i 3 reviews! plz review. im beggin u!