Star Crossed Lovers - by Crunch
*Doll Face - YIPEE!!! Oh, I do love this story. Yes, and I too share a fondness of the word 'Machoism'. It conjures up the image of Spot in a cowboy/ fireman/ construction worker/ Native American/ I forgot the other one- suit. *it's fun to be at the YMCA*. Awww, Race and Ruby, so cute. . .Anyways, yes, you may be hit with Spot's shoe. And you get no weird looks, even the boy's shoe in the face would be an honor. CONGRATS!!! Yeah for Doll Face, ofcourse you didn't mess up, you were BRILLIANT. I know these things, I just do. So keep reviewing and reading, ttyl!
*Misprint - Yes. THE SHOE. Heh heh, the things that go through my mind sometimes. . .yeah I'm so happy you like it! Race track IS quite the mack daddy, but a cutie- patootie one, so it's ok. Hee, Race track in puffy pants, you're not the only one that amuses. So THANKS SO MUCH!!!! For the review, it turned my frown upside down. Well, no I was really smiling cos I was sitting next to Race!muse, but, thanks anyways. Keep reading!
*Monkey McCartney- mmm, Spot is a bit scary, but I'd liike to think he's good at heart, so don't worry he'll get nicer. After he get's freakier MWAHAAHAA!!! Oh yes, how could I pass up my sweer baboo Racetrack? He doesn't get enough play, I tell ya. Thanks soo much for reviewing, do it again! Do it again!
*Drama Queen- ok I will! Here ya goes!
*CrAzyLyN- oh, sneaky sneaky. Don't worry, I won't tell. Oh, I'm so glad you like the Mercutio thing. I dunno if you've read it yet, but I apologize about chappie 5, where I may have gotten a tad out of character, but it was so long and things will I straighten out, I promise. REVIEW AGAIN! I WANT MORE!
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Only a block from the Red Hook, on the path back to Manhattan, stood the Brooklyn New Girls Lodging House - a decrepit brick structure silent in the darkness. Race paused in his tracks as he passed the building, and after a quick glance at his friends stumbling ahead of him, with Blink draped across Skittery for support in his tipsy state, the newsie turned on his heel and sprinted away. Expertly he hopped a rusted iron fence into a back alley echoing with the clang of stray cats pawing through trash cans. Race ducked behind the foul smelling dumpster as he heard the calls of his pals upon realizing he was no longer behind them.
"Race track! Come on out! It's too late for dis!"
"Answer us Race! Lover boy!" Blink slurred, exasperated and amused. "I bet you'd answer if we was Bristols callin' youse, wid Bristol's lips, an' Bristol's eyes, and Bristol's bristols. . ."
"Blink, if he hears you he'll just get maddah. " Skittery hissed. "Come on, he aint heah anymore, an' if he is he aint listenin'. He's too in lOVE." Crouched in the chilly gloom, Race could picture the boy rolling his eyes in his trademark response to all matters of the heart.
"Fine, let's go ta bed, den. Me head is killin' me, an I'se sure Racey can find somewhere else ta sleep tanight!" Race track breathed a sigh of releif as he listened to their retreating footsteps.
"He's one ta talk." Race muttered under his breath. Shivering against the bitter cold, he glanced up towards the frosted, blackened window of the girl's room, looming high above his head.
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Ruby awoke to the Ping! Ping! Of tiny raindrops against the cracked and grimy glass of the Lodging House window panes. Shaking back the cobwebs of sleep from her eyes, she eased from her bunk so as not to wake the other girls and crept silently to the window in question. God, she needed some fresh air. Through the layers of dirt and bird droppings, she saw the blurred image of the moon, like a pale orb against the black satiny night sky. Quietly, she eased open the frame and stepped out onto the fire escape, shocked into full wakefullness by the icy iron grating that stung her bare feet. Through the slight mist the streets of New York lay still as death.
"Ruby!" Race whispered and pressed himself into the brick walls as he peered up through the metal staircase. Even in the darkness, with cheeks scarlet from the cold and strands of auburn hair plastered and dripping against the smooth curve of her forehead, she was stunning; brighter then any star in the sky. Brighter then the sun.
Grasping the frozen railing beneath trembling purple fingers, he teetered on the verge of climbing the fire escape, professing his love with the dependable courage of whisky to back him up. Just then, he started as her voice cut through the night like Moses parting the seas.
"Gawd, Racetrack." He stared in shock as she burried her tired face in her hands. She'd said his name. She'd REMEMBERED his name. "Race, why do you have ta be from Manhatten? An why da hell does it even mattah?" He inched closer for a better view. Carefully resting one boot on the first step of the staircase. Through the criss cross of iron bars he could only see the souls of her feet, white and shivering, though her voice still echoed strongly through the night, tinged with bitter frustration. Up on the fire escape, the girl tilted her head to the stars, torn between soaring with happiness or crying in desparation. "Please just love me anyways."
"Well, dat aint a problem. I already do." She started at the sound of his voice beneath her, gazing down in shock.
"Race track? Wha- What are you doin' heah? How did ya find me?" She dropped to her hands and knees and peered at his smiling face through the grating.
"I flew."
"But you didn't know I was heah."
"Soah I did, I felt youse." Biting her lip hard in an effort not to cry out in joy, she beckoned for him to come up. Race's grin deepend as he followed the path of the rungs, round and round, till he stood on the flight of steps before her. "Ruby, I just. . ."
"Shh, da goils is sleepin'."
"Sorry." He dropped his voice to a whisper that bubbled over with excitement. "It's just, I like bein' wid you. Near you. I aint evah felt as good as I do around youse." She blushed, and he felt himself falling in deeper.
"If Baron or his chums knew you was heah, dey'd moidah youse."
"LET 'EM!" He cried, flinging his arms wide.
"SHHH!"
"Sorry, I forgot. Let em come. You'd protect me."
"Race. . ." She sucked in her breath and chewed on her lip nervously, not being as drunk or as bold as the boy infront of her. "Ya know what youse said before, about how you feel bettah den you evah have when youse wid me?" He nodded. "Well, I do too. I mean, I feel like dat when I'm wid you. BUT. . ." Ruby dodged slightly as he leaned in for a second kiss. "But whats ta say dat tamorrow, you're gonna fell da same? Whats ta say you won't jus' forget about me, or find someone better?"
"Better den what, den youse?" gently Race reached out and grasped her hand, squeezing her small fist reassuringly. "Der isn't anythin' better den youse."
"Maybe we's goin' too fast. I mean, we just met, so how do you know. . ."
"I just do. And you'd know it too, if ya let yourself. I wanna spend me life wid youse." Cautiously, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his small, but sturdy frame. Even in this arctic weather he gave off warmth like a coal box.
"I do know it, Race. I - I love ya too."
Behind her, Ruby heard the creak of the bed as one girl stirred. From the sheer volume of the creaks, it wasn't hard to figure out who that girl was. "Ruby?" Nanny's familiar voice called out throught the drowsy mists of sleep.
"Just gettin' some fresh air, Nan. I'll be in in a sec." Hurried, she turned back to the boy standing innocently in front of her. "Listen, Race. If you'se really serious. . ."
"I am, I swears it."
"Den, den I'll send someone to ya, tamorrow. Ta see if you still wanna be wid me."
"I do. Forever."
"Ruby!" The cry rang out again. Quickly, she leaned in and kissed him, right there on the steps of the fire escape, bathed in the light of the full moon.
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Peh! PEH! *Crunch spits to get the taste of all that Mary-Sue-ness out of her mouth* I know, that chapter was REALLY mushy (hah, Mush!) but anyways, It's still a happy li'l chapter. So if ya liked that REVIEW! And if you didn't just hang in their, we'll get back to the stuff you like shortly. AND REVIEW ANYWAYS! Give Race!Muse something to smile about. *Race!muse waves delightedly*
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*Doll Face - YIPEE!!! Oh, I do love this story. Yes, and I too share a fondness of the word 'Machoism'. It conjures up the image of Spot in a cowboy/ fireman/ construction worker/ Native American/ I forgot the other one- suit. *it's fun to be at the YMCA*. Awww, Race and Ruby, so cute. . .Anyways, yes, you may be hit with Spot's shoe. And you get no weird looks, even the boy's shoe in the face would be an honor. CONGRATS!!! Yeah for Doll Face, ofcourse you didn't mess up, you were BRILLIANT. I know these things, I just do. So keep reviewing and reading, ttyl!
*Misprint - Yes. THE SHOE. Heh heh, the things that go through my mind sometimes. . .yeah I'm so happy you like it! Race track IS quite the mack daddy, but a cutie- patootie one, so it's ok. Hee, Race track in puffy pants, you're not the only one that amuses. So THANKS SO MUCH!!!! For the review, it turned my frown upside down. Well, no I was really smiling cos I was sitting next to Race!muse, but, thanks anyways. Keep reading!
*Monkey McCartney- mmm, Spot is a bit scary, but I'd liike to think he's good at heart, so don't worry he'll get nicer. After he get's freakier MWAHAAHAA!!! Oh yes, how could I pass up my sweer baboo Racetrack? He doesn't get enough play, I tell ya. Thanks soo much for reviewing, do it again! Do it again!
*Drama Queen- ok I will! Here ya goes!
*CrAzyLyN- oh, sneaky sneaky. Don't worry, I won't tell. Oh, I'm so glad you like the Mercutio thing. I dunno if you've read it yet, but I apologize about chappie 5, where I may have gotten a tad out of character, but it was so long and things will I straighten out, I promise. REVIEW AGAIN! I WANT MORE!
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Only a block from the Red Hook, on the path back to Manhattan, stood the Brooklyn New Girls Lodging House - a decrepit brick structure silent in the darkness. Race paused in his tracks as he passed the building, and after a quick glance at his friends stumbling ahead of him, with Blink draped across Skittery for support in his tipsy state, the newsie turned on his heel and sprinted away. Expertly he hopped a rusted iron fence into a back alley echoing with the clang of stray cats pawing through trash cans. Race ducked behind the foul smelling dumpster as he heard the calls of his pals upon realizing he was no longer behind them.
"Race track! Come on out! It's too late for dis!"
"Answer us Race! Lover boy!" Blink slurred, exasperated and amused. "I bet you'd answer if we was Bristols callin' youse, wid Bristol's lips, an' Bristol's eyes, and Bristol's bristols. . ."
"Blink, if he hears you he'll just get maddah. " Skittery hissed. "Come on, he aint heah anymore, an' if he is he aint listenin'. He's too in lOVE." Crouched in the chilly gloom, Race could picture the boy rolling his eyes in his trademark response to all matters of the heart.
"Fine, let's go ta bed, den. Me head is killin' me, an I'se sure Racey can find somewhere else ta sleep tanight!" Race track breathed a sigh of releif as he listened to their retreating footsteps.
"He's one ta talk." Race muttered under his breath. Shivering against the bitter cold, he glanced up towards the frosted, blackened window of the girl's room, looming high above his head.
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Ruby awoke to the Ping! Ping! Of tiny raindrops against the cracked and grimy glass of the Lodging House window panes. Shaking back the cobwebs of sleep from her eyes, she eased from her bunk so as not to wake the other girls and crept silently to the window in question. God, she needed some fresh air. Through the layers of dirt and bird droppings, she saw the blurred image of the moon, like a pale orb against the black satiny night sky. Quietly, she eased open the frame and stepped out onto the fire escape, shocked into full wakefullness by the icy iron grating that stung her bare feet. Through the slight mist the streets of New York lay still as death.
"Ruby!" Race whispered and pressed himself into the brick walls as he peered up through the metal staircase. Even in the darkness, with cheeks scarlet from the cold and strands of auburn hair plastered and dripping against the smooth curve of her forehead, she was stunning; brighter then any star in the sky. Brighter then the sun.
Grasping the frozen railing beneath trembling purple fingers, he teetered on the verge of climbing the fire escape, professing his love with the dependable courage of whisky to back him up. Just then, he started as her voice cut through the night like Moses parting the seas.
"Gawd, Racetrack." He stared in shock as she burried her tired face in her hands. She'd said his name. She'd REMEMBERED his name. "Race, why do you have ta be from Manhatten? An why da hell does it even mattah?" He inched closer for a better view. Carefully resting one boot on the first step of the staircase. Through the criss cross of iron bars he could only see the souls of her feet, white and shivering, though her voice still echoed strongly through the night, tinged with bitter frustration. Up on the fire escape, the girl tilted her head to the stars, torn between soaring with happiness or crying in desparation. "Please just love me anyways."
"Well, dat aint a problem. I already do." She started at the sound of his voice beneath her, gazing down in shock.
"Race track? Wha- What are you doin' heah? How did ya find me?" She dropped to her hands and knees and peered at his smiling face through the grating.
"I flew."
"But you didn't know I was heah."
"Soah I did, I felt youse." Biting her lip hard in an effort not to cry out in joy, she beckoned for him to come up. Race's grin deepend as he followed the path of the rungs, round and round, till he stood on the flight of steps before her. "Ruby, I just. . ."
"Shh, da goils is sleepin'."
"Sorry." He dropped his voice to a whisper that bubbled over with excitement. "It's just, I like bein' wid you. Near you. I aint evah felt as good as I do around youse." She blushed, and he felt himself falling in deeper.
"If Baron or his chums knew you was heah, dey'd moidah youse."
"LET 'EM!" He cried, flinging his arms wide.
"SHHH!"
"Sorry, I forgot. Let em come. You'd protect me."
"Race. . ." She sucked in her breath and chewed on her lip nervously, not being as drunk or as bold as the boy infront of her. "Ya know what youse said before, about how you feel bettah den you evah have when youse wid me?" He nodded. "Well, I do too. I mean, I feel like dat when I'm wid you. BUT. . ." Ruby dodged slightly as he leaned in for a second kiss. "But whats ta say dat tamorrow, you're gonna fell da same? Whats ta say you won't jus' forget about me, or find someone better?"
"Better den what, den youse?" gently Race reached out and grasped her hand, squeezing her small fist reassuringly. "Der isn't anythin' better den youse."
"Maybe we's goin' too fast. I mean, we just met, so how do you know. . ."
"I just do. And you'd know it too, if ya let yourself. I wanna spend me life wid youse." Cautiously, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his small, but sturdy frame. Even in this arctic weather he gave off warmth like a coal box.
"I do know it, Race. I - I love ya too."
Behind her, Ruby heard the creak of the bed as one girl stirred. From the sheer volume of the creaks, it wasn't hard to figure out who that girl was. "Ruby?" Nanny's familiar voice called out throught the drowsy mists of sleep.
"Just gettin' some fresh air, Nan. I'll be in in a sec." Hurried, she turned back to the boy standing innocently in front of her. "Listen, Race. If you'se really serious. . ."
"I am, I swears it."
"Den, den I'll send someone to ya, tamorrow. Ta see if you still wanna be wid me."
"I do. Forever."
"Ruby!" The cry rang out again. Quickly, she leaned in and kissed him, right there on the steps of the fire escape, bathed in the light of the full moon.
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Peh! PEH! *Crunch spits to get the taste of all that Mary-Sue-ness out of her mouth* I know, that chapter was REALLY mushy (hah, Mush!) but anyways, It's still a happy li'l chapter. So if ya liked that REVIEW! And if you didn't just hang in their, we'll get back to the stuff you like shortly. AND REVIEW ANYWAYS! Give Race!Muse something to smile about. *Race!muse waves delightedly*
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