Past's Do Bite
by: american-psycho
Disclaimer: I still don't own Spot or Jack. Darn. I own Tk though.
Author's Note: Almost done! Keep those reviews coming! Next chapter is the Wedding!! And more planning the wedding!!
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Spot had put Tk down when they started on the Brooklyn Bridge. Tk waltzed around, like a prima ballerina, and singing. Spot couldn't help but to laugh. Tk did occasionally bump into Spot, who didn't seem to mind much.
"Hey dere, Tk. Doan go an' kill me." Spot joked.
Tk stopped, turned and looked at him. "I'se wouldn't wanna do dat or I'se lose me future husband."
Spot walked a few steps to be in front of her. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and just stared into her eyes. Her eyes were mesmerizing and Spot thought he could just stare into them forever.
Spot stopped looking into her eyes. He put his arm around her waist, started walking, and started humming. Tk smiled. Spot had never been this happy, at least not around her.
"Hey, um Spot?" Tk said, stopping his song.
"Yea" Spot said.
"How we'se gunna afford a wedding?" Tk asked. She didn't feel good about bring up insecurities such as the wedding.
"We'se doan need a big one. It could be a small weddin, wid Jack and maybe a few othahs but dats it. I think a choich would do it, or a pastah." Spot replied. Tk looked down, almost ashamed. "Oh doan look so ashamed because dere ain't nuttin tah be ashamed about."
"We'se should go an see if it'd cost anythin." Tk suggested. Spot nodded and turned so that their new destination was the church.
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(A/N: I don't know of any churches in Brooklyn so just bear with me.)
Tk and Spot got lost, on purpose. Their lives changed so much today. They walked passed various churches, non of them were their religion. The two lovebirds didn't really know what religion they were but it seemed to the both of them they were Christian.
They went to t Christian church, near the Brooklyn Bridge.
shoah you'se want tah get married heah?" Tk asked, though it should of been Spot asking her.
"Oh Tk, dis is da poifect place tah get married." Spot let Tk in, holding her hand. "It's beautiful, ain't it?" Tk couldn't make a sound so she nodded. "You'se stay heah while I'se go make plans."
"Shouldn't I'se be a part a' those plans?" Tk asked.
"Only if you'se want ta help." Spot replied. Tk shook her head. "I'll be right back, ok?" She nodded and sat on the pew, watching Spot walk off trying to find a 'Father' or Nun.
'Dun freak out yet, Tk. You'se gettin married. Spot loves yah, an' vice versa.' Tk thought. 'Ev'rythin'll be jus' fine.'
About 15 minutes later, Spot came back with a grin a mile wide on his face. Tk had almost fallen asleep listening to the choir sing.
"Tk, Father John, da head of da choich, says we'se can get married heah with 'bout as many people as we want. He said since we'se newsies he'd get some of da nuns tah decorate" He paused. "Like a real weddin'!"
Tk jumped up and hugged Spot. "We'll tell da othahs latah. I'se tired an da sun's goin down."
"Ok." Spot said. The two walked out, smiling all the way back to the Brooklyn Lodging House.
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Spot was the first to awaken. He and Tk were going to talk about who to invite to their wedding. He knew Jack and Skittery were on the list already but who else? Spot wanted to invite a few of his newsies, the one's he's known for ever. He wanted Bullseye, his best friend, to be his best man. 'Would Bullseye be the best man?' Spot thought.
Tk stirred in her bunk. Spot smiled, thinking how beautiful Tk would look in a gown. She was going to Medda's today to find a dress of hers to wear. Spot was not aloud to see her get fitted for a dress but he was going to figure out what he was going to wear. The wedding was in 2 weeks, enough time for everything. The reception was going to be held in Tibby's, or what Spot had decided.
For their honeymoon, they were thinking of going to New Jersey or Boston. They weren't sure yet. Spot woke Tk up, just for the hell of it.
"Spot!" Tk whined. "I'se tired and want tah sleep!"
"You'se gottah go tah Medda's place." Spot said. Tk rolled over.
"Not tahday!" Tk said, almost loudly. "Why can't it be tahmorrow?"
"Cuz Medda's not gunna be dere tahmorrow. She and some guy is gonna go outta town so dat she can get 'found'." Spot shrugged. "Or whatever dat means."
Tk sat up, her hair falling in her face. "Fine." She stood, leaving Spot on his knees
She grabbed her clothes from the rack next to her and went to the washroom. Spot knew not to follow her when she had just woken up, or all hell would break loose. Tk didn't want to go to Medda's today. She just didn't feel up to the walk to Manhattan, let alone Irving Hall.
"Tk, I'se gunna go. Dun be to late comin' home." Spot called.
"Bye Spot." Tk called back, slipping into her clothes. Today was going to be one hell of a day.
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Author's Note: I've had a serious case of writers block for a few dayz...or alotta dayz. i've split the wedding/planning the wedding into two chapters. ok?
by: american-psycho
Disclaimer: I still don't own Spot or Jack. Darn. I own Tk though.
Author's Note: Almost done! Keep those reviews coming! Next chapter is the Wedding!! And more planning the wedding!!
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Spot had put Tk down when they started on the Brooklyn Bridge. Tk waltzed around, like a prima ballerina, and singing. Spot couldn't help but to laugh. Tk did occasionally bump into Spot, who didn't seem to mind much.
"Hey dere, Tk. Doan go an' kill me." Spot joked.
Tk stopped, turned and looked at him. "I'se wouldn't wanna do dat or I'se lose me future husband."
Spot walked a few steps to be in front of her. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and just stared into her eyes. Her eyes were mesmerizing and Spot thought he could just stare into them forever.
Spot stopped looking into her eyes. He put his arm around her waist, started walking, and started humming. Tk smiled. Spot had never been this happy, at least not around her.
"Hey, um Spot?" Tk said, stopping his song.
"Yea" Spot said.
"How we'se gunna afford a wedding?" Tk asked. She didn't feel good about bring up insecurities such as the wedding.
"We'se doan need a big one. It could be a small weddin, wid Jack and maybe a few othahs but dats it. I think a choich would do it, or a pastah." Spot replied. Tk looked down, almost ashamed. "Oh doan look so ashamed because dere ain't nuttin tah be ashamed about."
"We'se should go an see if it'd cost anythin." Tk suggested. Spot nodded and turned so that their new destination was the church.
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(A/N: I don't know of any churches in Brooklyn so just bear with me.)
Tk and Spot got lost, on purpose. Their lives changed so much today. They walked passed various churches, non of them were their religion. The two lovebirds didn't really know what religion they were but it seemed to the both of them they were Christian.
They went to t Christian church, near the Brooklyn Bridge.
shoah you'se want tah get married heah?" Tk asked, though it should of been Spot asking her.
"Oh Tk, dis is da poifect place tah get married." Spot let Tk in, holding her hand. "It's beautiful, ain't it?" Tk couldn't make a sound so she nodded. "You'se stay heah while I'se go make plans."
"Shouldn't I'se be a part a' those plans?" Tk asked.
"Only if you'se want ta help." Spot replied. Tk shook her head. "I'll be right back, ok?" She nodded and sat on the pew, watching Spot walk off trying to find a 'Father' or Nun.
'Dun freak out yet, Tk. You'se gettin married. Spot loves yah, an' vice versa.' Tk thought. 'Ev'rythin'll be jus' fine.'
About 15 minutes later, Spot came back with a grin a mile wide on his face. Tk had almost fallen asleep listening to the choir sing.
"Tk, Father John, da head of da choich, says we'se can get married heah with 'bout as many people as we want. He said since we'se newsies he'd get some of da nuns tah decorate" He paused. "Like a real weddin'!"
Tk jumped up and hugged Spot. "We'll tell da othahs latah. I'se tired an da sun's goin down."
"Ok." Spot said. The two walked out, smiling all the way back to the Brooklyn Lodging House.
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Spot was the first to awaken. He and Tk were going to talk about who to invite to their wedding. He knew Jack and Skittery were on the list already but who else? Spot wanted to invite a few of his newsies, the one's he's known for ever. He wanted Bullseye, his best friend, to be his best man. 'Would Bullseye be the best man?' Spot thought.
Tk stirred in her bunk. Spot smiled, thinking how beautiful Tk would look in a gown. She was going to Medda's today to find a dress of hers to wear. Spot was not aloud to see her get fitted for a dress but he was going to figure out what he was going to wear. The wedding was in 2 weeks, enough time for everything. The reception was going to be held in Tibby's, or what Spot had decided.
For their honeymoon, they were thinking of going to New Jersey or Boston. They weren't sure yet. Spot woke Tk up, just for the hell of it.
"Spot!" Tk whined. "I'se tired and want tah sleep!"
"You'se gottah go tah Medda's place." Spot said. Tk rolled over.
"Not tahday!" Tk said, almost loudly. "Why can't it be tahmorrow?"
"Cuz Medda's not gunna be dere tahmorrow. She and some guy is gonna go outta town so dat she can get 'found'." Spot shrugged. "Or whatever dat means."
Tk sat up, her hair falling in her face. "Fine." She stood, leaving Spot on his knees
She grabbed her clothes from the rack next to her and went to the washroom. Spot knew not to follow her when she had just woken up, or all hell would break loose. Tk didn't want to go to Medda's today. She just didn't feel up to the walk to Manhattan, let alone Irving Hall.
"Tk, I'se gunna go. Dun be to late comin' home." Spot called.
"Bye Spot." Tk called back, slipping into her clothes. Today was going to be one hell of a day.
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Author's Note: I've had a serious case of writers block for a few dayz...or alotta dayz. i've split the wedding/planning the wedding into two chapters. ok?