DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the newsies except for Spunks Gerberre,
ooo, big surprise there. The newsies unfortunately belong to the all-great,
all-powerful DISNEY!
So don't sue me, huh? Oh, Robert, Loraine, Matthew, and Ebony are mines
too. So there!
And something has been happening lately with the formats of my stories, so in case this addition has turned out a long paragraph, do not turn away! Please read and review!
A Brand New Start
Spunks sat on the tire swing that hung on one of the many gigantic trees in her backyard as she cried out her heart. She had not felt this sad in such a long time. In fact, it seemed as if she only got depressed when Spot was involved. She wiped her face only to have it stained with more falling tears. She looked up then at the sound of footsteps, and though her tears blurred her vision, she could make out the person as her father.
"Dearest, are you all right?" Mr. Gerberre asked concerned as he stood at his daughter's side. "Spot wanted to go after you but I had some of the men present hold him back; same went with Robert. Sweety, unfortunately, you are going to have to confront both of the young men."
"I know, but I would not know what to say. Daddy, you know I am with Robert now, and our relationship is great. But I have always loved Spot, even with countless miles in between us. And now he has come back for me." She frowned and looked up at Mr. Gerberre.
"How do you know that this is not merely a coincidence? Spot's mother is the head nun back at a Manhattan church. His presence here can simply be for the reason of attending the missionary banquet. Finding you was just a coincidence."
"My heart tells me otherwise," Spunks said sadly. "I need to talk to him, and hear him out before I make any assumptions. Then I will talk to Robert." She got off the tire swing and gave her father a hug. Together, they walked back to their mansion, as Spunks thought of what she could possibly say to Spot.
* * * * *
Spot stared at Spunks from across the table where they sat by themselves, away from the church groups socializing in other rooms.
"Spunky, youse didn't answer me question." He gave her an intense look that made her squirm in her chair uncomfortably.
"What question?" she asked, though she already knew.
The Brooklyn leader rose from his seat and walked around the table towards Spunks. He pulled out a chair next to her and sat on it. "Tell me ya don't love me and I'll leave youse alone."
"This is stupid. I will not say such things! It does not matter how either of us feels. The point of the matter is that we live two very different lives. We must forget about the past." She looked away from the seductive look in his eyes.
"Tell me ya don't love me!" It came out as a yell, but he did not care. He hated when people played games. Why couldn't Spunks just answer the question?
"I do not love you!" she yelled back. "Maybe I used to, but that was a long time ago. I have everything going for me here now. I have a family with my father and great friends. I might even get a scholarship to attend college! Can you imagine that? I have forgotten about you already, Spot. I had to move on and leave everything that involved you in the past. I even have a new boyfriend."
"Yea, that joik. I'se can't believe you'd settle fer that pretty- boy."
"Call him what you will, Spot. But I happen to like him very much. He treats me like a real lady. It has been six months already. I have grown use to my surroundings." She dared to look at him now and regretted it. Spot's blue-green eyes were almost tearful but still sparkled with hope. She knew he was not going to give up on her.
"I'se don't believe you," he replied flatly.
"I beg your pardon?" Spot took her hand in his and sighed. "I know youse really love me even though ya say ya don't, because I still love youse. After all this time, I still have those feelins fer youse. I'se sorry fer not tellin ya about Hazel, but I had forgotten her and she was not important tah me anyways. I went tah the train station after ya left but the train had already departed and while I'se was chasin after it, I kinda got beat by the bulls. They's threw me in jail fer a day, but I didn't care. Youse had left me fer Pennsylvania and that's all that mattered.
Spunks was speechless. Spot had been at the train station that day! His voice calling her name had not been her imagination after all. She wanted to smile, but did not want Spot to think that he had gotten to her. "It doesn't matter. I can't love you. It will be too complicated. I have a life here and you have a life in Brooklyn. It would never work out."
"We'se could make it woik out. Just tell me ya love me."
"No, I can't." She began to rise from her seat, but Spot pulled her down roughly and forced her back down. "What's yer problem?" She suddenly broke out into her New York accent. "Why can't youse accept things as they are? We'se is over!"
Spot glared at her. "Yer just afraid tah admit it! Youse were never like this. Hangin wid the aristocrats finally got tah youse." He didn't mean to sound mean, but he knew it was the only way to get the truth out of Spunks.
"Why would I'se be afraid tah admit sumthin like that?" she snapped, still in her accent as if it was a native language that she had not used in a while.
"Maybe youse afraid of commitment. Maybe the thought of being wid me scares ya."
"That's ridiculous! We'se was together before. We'se both been hoit before. There aint nuthin new tah it." She was growing impatient. Why did Spot have a hard time understanding that they had to get over each other?
"Then why can't ya say it now?"
Spunks gave him a sharp look. "Don't be too shoah of yerself, Spotty. Not every goil ya meet is gonna love ya. I'se one such example."
"Fine!" Spot yelled, standing to his feet. "Stay heah wid yer rich father in yer fancy house. Go tah yer preppy school and keep goin out wid yer damn boyfriend! Yer such a lousy sell-out, ya know that?" He stormed through the room and upon nearing the door, grabbed its gold handle.
"Spot, Wait!"
The Brooklyn leader turned around and watched Spunks slowly approach him. "Why should I? I'se tired of yer games, Spunks. Youse aint the same person ya were. I never thought youse would choose riches over me." Spot was so crushed that he just had to get out of the room that moment. If he were back in Brooklyn, he would soak the first person that came in sight.
"Spot, don't leave."
"Why?" He crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow sarcastically.
"I just need time tah think," she said softly.
He reached for the doorknob a second time. "That aint good enough."
"Spot! Please!"
Spot groaned. "Why not?! Gimme one good reason why I'se should stay."
Spunks looked down at her shoes and then back up at him, this time with a smile on her face. "Because I love youse."
And something has been happening lately with the formats of my stories, so in case this addition has turned out a long paragraph, do not turn away! Please read and review!
A Brand New Start
Spunks sat on the tire swing that hung on one of the many gigantic trees in her backyard as she cried out her heart. She had not felt this sad in such a long time. In fact, it seemed as if she only got depressed when Spot was involved. She wiped her face only to have it stained with more falling tears. She looked up then at the sound of footsteps, and though her tears blurred her vision, she could make out the person as her father.
"Dearest, are you all right?" Mr. Gerberre asked concerned as he stood at his daughter's side. "Spot wanted to go after you but I had some of the men present hold him back; same went with Robert. Sweety, unfortunately, you are going to have to confront both of the young men."
"I know, but I would not know what to say. Daddy, you know I am with Robert now, and our relationship is great. But I have always loved Spot, even with countless miles in between us. And now he has come back for me." She frowned and looked up at Mr. Gerberre.
"How do you know that this is not merely a coincidence? Spot's mother is the head nun back at a Manhattan church. His presence here can simply be for the reason of attending the missionary banquet. Finding you was just a coincidence."
"My heart tells me otherwise," Spunks said sadly. "I need to talk to him, and hear him out before I make any assumptions. Then I will talk to Robert." She got off the tire swing and gave her father a hug. Together, they walked back to their mansion, as Spunks thought of what she could possibly say to Spot.
* * * * *
Spot stared at Spunks from across the table where they sat by themselves, away from the church groups socializing in other rooms.
"Spunky, youse didn't answer me question." He gave her an intense look that made her squirm in her chair uncomfortably.
"What question?" she asked, though she already knew.
The Brooklyn leader rose from his seat and walked around the table towards Spunks. He pulled out a chair next to her and sat on it. "Tell me ya don't love me and I'll leave youse alone."
"This is stupid. I will not say such things! It does not matter how either of us feels. The point of the matter is that we live two very different lives. We must forget about the past." She looked away from the seductive look in his eyes.
"Tell me ya don't love me!" It came out as a yell, but he did not care. He hated when people played games. Why couldn't Spunks just answer the question?
"I do not love you!" she yelled back. "Maybe I used to, but that was a long time ago. I have everything going for me here now. I have a family with my father and great friends. I might even get a scholarship to attend college! Can you imagine that? I have forgotten about you already, Spot. I had to move on and leave everything that involved you in the past. I even have a new boyfriend."
"Yea, that joik. I'se can't believe you'd settle fer that pretty- boy."
"Call him what you will, Spot. But I happen to like him very much. He treats me like a real lady. It has been six months already. I have grown use to my surroundings." She dared to look at him now and regretted it. Spot's blue-green eyes were almost tearful but still sparkled with hope. She knew he was not going to give up on her.
"I'se don't believe you," he replied flatly.
"I beg your pardon?" Spot took her hand in his and sighed. "I know youse really love me even though ya say ya don't, because I still love youse. After all this time, I still have those feelins fer youse. I'se sorry fer not tellin ya about Hazel, but I had forgotten her and she was not important tah me anyways. I went tah the train station after ya left but the train had already departed and while I'se was chasin after it, I kinda got beat by the bulls. They's threw me in jail fer a day, but I didn't care. Youse had left me fer Pennsylvania and that's all that mattered.
Spunks was speechless. Spot had been at the train station that day! His voice calling her name had not been her imagination after all. She wanted to smile, but did not want Spot to think that he had gotten to her. "It doesn't matter. I can't love you. It will be too complicated. I have a life here and you have a life in Brooklyn. It would never work out."
"We'se could make it woik out. Just tell me ya love me."
"No, I can't." She began to rise from her seat, but Spot pulled her down roughly and forced her back down. "What's yer problem?" She suddenly broke out into her New York accent. "Why can't youse accept things as they are? We'se is over!"
Spot glared at her. "Yer just afraid tah admit it! Youse were never like this. Hangin wid the aristocrats finally got tah youse." He didn't mean to sound mean, but he knew it was the only way to get the truth out of Spunks.
"Why would I'se be afraid tah admit sumthin like that?" she snapped, still in her accent as if it was a native language that she had not used in a while.
"Maybe youse afraid of commitment. Maybe the thought of being wid me scares ya."
"That's ridiculous! We'se was together before. We'se both been hoit before. There aint nuthin new tah it." She was growing impatient. Why did Spot have a hard time understanding that they had to get over each other?
"Then why can't ya say it now?"
Spunks gave him a sharp look. "Don't be too shoah of yerself, Spotty. Not every goil ya meet is gonna love ya. I'se one such example."
"Fine!" Spot yelled, standing to his feet. "Stay heah wid yer rich father in yer fancy house. Go tah yer preppy school and keep goin out wid yer damn boyfriend! Yer such a lousy sell-out, ya know that?" He stormed through the room and upon nearing the door, grabbed its gold handle.
"Spot, Wait!"
The Brooklyn leader turned around and watched Spunks slowly approach him. "Why should I? I'se tired of yer games, Spunks. Youse aint the same person ya were. I never thought youse would choose riches over me." Spot was so crushed that he just had to get out of the room that moment. If he were back in Brooklyn, he would soak the first person that came in sight.
"Spot, don't leave."
"Why?" He crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow sarcastically.
"I just need time tah think," she said softly.
He reached for the doorknob a second time. "That aint good enough."
"Spot! Please!"
Spot groaned. "Why not?! Gimme one good reason why I'se should stay."
Spunks looked down at her shoes and then back up at him, this time with a smile on her face. "Because I love youse."