Star Crossed Lovers- by Crunch
*Misprint- HOO YAH! AWW, Missy, can I call ya missy? No? ok then, Misprint, your such and awesome writer AND an awesome reviewer, the best evah!! Not only do you faithfully reivew this crazy ramble I call SCL, you review what I fondly refer to as my crappy-one-chappies. Yeah! But back to this review, YAY I'm glad you liked! Yes, I know what you mean, it was sappy in a fuzzy sort of way, and I do take that as a compliment so don't you fret. That's the goal, you see. Yes, So cute, I don't wanna do it, but it must be done. Until then enjoy and REVIEW! ;)
*Doll Face- Doll Face, I'm so glad you like my crappy-one-chappy, as I've cleverly decided to name that genre. I love that song too, plus I was very amused by your use of the word desyphere. I know what you mean, and am impressed by your diction at the same time. Oh, understood understood, ocourse, just don't let it happen again! *smile*
*Omniscient- woo hoo!! another omniscient review, how I live for these. . ahh, any way, glad you liked it! Yes, Kloppman, my favorite non - santa clausy old man, and Race, sweet Race. I promise after Ruby's through with him, I'll direct him your way. . .muahaha.
*Deejay Supastar- Congrats! You made it! I'm impressed, if I were reading me I would have quit long ago. Hmm, yes a sweaty, handcuffed Skittery. . . you cast such an interestin yet refreshingly beautiful light on things. *Smiles and sinks into thought* Ahh, youre awesome as always, and keep reviewing, don't stop now! And update both stories
Rumor- yeah, thank you SOOO much for the review, I always love a good honest review. I do worry that I'm scandalizing the story from time to time, but hey, who's gonna tell. Yes, Blinks death was so sad, but I'm glad you enjoyed it, well, you know what I mean. Oh good, I always try to stay true to the characters, but I do worry that I'm launching off into the bizzaro world every time I write them , so thanks a lot for the ego boost. Keep reading, it means a lot to me!
Shortie- Wheee! Yes, Race is a man whore, but he's my man whore dammnit! And I love the fellow for it. *Smiles at race!muse, who looks slightly miffed, to tell the truth. * Ahh, thank you thank you, another BEEEAUTIFUL review, that's why you're my devil! and much appreciated! Hope the test went well!
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"Mornin, sunshine." Ruby whiped an arm across her eyes, still clouded by the mists of sleep, and gazed at her husband as he stood smiling down on her, rushing to pull his drawers on.
"Where are you goin'?" Racetrack knelt down beside the girl to retrieve his pants, brushing a hand through her tangled, bed swept hair in passing.
"It's mornin'. I'm supposed ta be gone by now on me way ta Queens, but it appeahs I ovah slept."
Playfully she shook her head. "No, you didn't. It aint even dawn yet."
"Is dat so?" he laughed gently.
"Course it is. Look, it's still dark." Racetrack glanced up into the sunstreaked, rosy clouds lacing the cornflower blue sky, growing lighter by the minute.
"Sorry, baby, I gotta be on me way 'fore da coppers catch me." He shrugged apologetically and reached for his wrinkled shirt, only to find it held aloft above Ruby's sheet-draped form.
"Come on, Racey, jus' stay heah for a little while. Jus' stay heah forevah." The newsie sighed in mock resignation, plopping down once more beside his love.
"Eh, who am I ta argue wid logic like dat. If you say it aint day," He spread his arms wide, a sly grin crossing his features, bright and rosy in the early morning chill, "den I aint fool enough ta disagree." Good- naturedly, he draped himself gently across Ruby, leaning in for another go. Beneath his compact frame, she stirred reluctantly.
"Nah, you're right. It's daylight. You gotta go before da bulls find youse." Sighing, she pressed his ragged shirt against his stomach, ushering her husband to his feet.
"Oh, come on, you gonna leave a boy hangin' like dat?"
"Put ya shirt on, Race."
"Dat's cold, Ruby,real. . ." He paused mid-robing, the cheeky grin fading rapidly. Ruby cocked her head, puzzled until she heard the heavy footfalls echoing off the iron fire escape. "You locked da door, didn't youse?"
"Locked the door?" She groaned weakly. Just then, the rusted rooftop door swung wide on it's squeaky hinges, to the dismay of both undressed parties.
There stood Nanny, huffing and puffing noisy breaths of exersion in a haze of fog that curled upwards to the heavens. "Dere you is, Ruby! I been lookin for you since da wake up call sounded. . ." She broke off, looking back and forth between Racetrack and Ruby. "Well well well, what have we heah." Finally remembering himself, the boy threw on his shirt in a flurry of hasty buttoning, though not before an admiring look from Nanny chilled him to the bone.
"Nan, whats da mattah?" Ruby stepped forwards, breaking the awkward silence.
"Hmm? Oh-" The squat young newgirl reluctantly tore her eyes away. "Oh, yeah! I fahgot ta tell youse, Lady's down in da bunkroom waitin' ta have a talk wid youse, and if you don't get in dere right now. . ."
"Oh, gawd damn it!" Hastily, Ruby grabbed Racetrack by the arm, tripping over a jumble of tangled and twisted bedsheets as she half rushed, half dragged him towards the door way. "Damn it all, Race, you gotta go!"
"But. . ."
"If dey catch you up heah, youse a dead man!"
"Ruby. . ."
"What?" She breathed distractedly, still pulling her husband towards the stairs. His velvety brown eyes, wide with expectation, stared pleadingly into hers.
"Don't I get a kiss goodbye?"
"No! Well. . ." On second thought. She leaned in, meeting his lips eagerly with her own, sinking deeper and deeper into the kiss until. . .
"Oh, for da love a Brooklyn, YOU TWO!" Nanny cried in exasperation, tugging Racetrack with all the force she could manage, hampered more then slightly by the extra pounds. Just then, the roof door swung open yet again, as she reached for the handle. It was hard to say who was the most shocked; Lady, who found herself hovering inches away from the face of the very girl she'd been searching for, swathed only in a light blanket; Racetrack, who fully expected the Bulls to come bearing down on his unprotected head with clubs raised, or Ruby, who nearly jumped out of her skin as her husband dived behind her, ducking his body between her legs for shelter. Well, in truth, Ruby was likely the most shocked.
"Uh, Lady, what a nice surprise!"
"Yeah, uh, how nice." The Newsgirl, fully polished and primped even at this early hour, glanced around suspiciously. "What are you. . ."
"I needed fresh air." She swollowed painfully, sure that the guilt was stamped across her forehead. Luckily, Lady was, and always had been, far too enamored with herself to spend much time contemplating others. She merely shrugged, ready to except the excuse if it meant they could leave this horrid, drafty roof top.
"Well, Come on den, I want a woid wid youse." Lady tugged her by the arm. As the heavy metal door fell shut behind her, she turned for one last glimpse of Racetrack. Even as he mouthed ' I love you' in the distance, a dark, foreboding chill crept down her spine. Chalking it up to nerves, she shook it off, looking forward to the time when they could be together, forever, at last.Bottom of Form [pic]Bottom of Form
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Whoo Eee. And one week and two icestorms later, the next chapter is done. Thanks for the read! So why stop now? Review! Tell me if you like it, hate it, or you know, not so much. Ehh, go ahead. REVIEW!
*Misprint- HOO YAH! AWW, Missy, can I call ya missy? No? ok then, Misprint, your such and awesome writer AND an awesome reviewer, the best evah!! Not only do you faithfully reivew this crazy ramble I call SCL, you review what I fondly refer to as my crappy-one-chappies. Yeah! But back to this review, YAY I'm glad you liked! Yes, I know what you mean, it was sappy in a fuzzy sort of way, and I do take that as a compliment so don't you fret. That's the goal, you see. Yes, So cute, I don't wanna do it, but it must be done. Until then enjoy and REVIEW! ;)
*Doll Face- Doll Face, I'm so glad you like my crappy-one-chappy, as I've cleverly decided to name that genre. I love that song too, plus I was very amused by your use of the word desyphere. I know what you mean, and am impressed by your diction at the same time. Oh, understood understood, ocourse, just don't let it happen again! *smile*
*Omniscient- woo hoo!! another omniscient review, how I live for these. . ahh, any way, glad you liked it! Yes, Kloppman, my favorite non - santa clausy old man, and Race, sweet Race. I promise after Ruby's through with him, I'll direct him your way. . .muahaha.
*Deejay Supastar- Congrats! You made it! I'm impressed, if I were reading me I would have quit long ago. Hmm, yes a sweaty, handcuffed Skittery. . . you cast such an interestin yet refreshingly beautiful light on things. *Smiles and sinks into thought* Ahh, youre awesome as always, and keep reviewing, don't stop now! And update both stories
Rumor- yeah, thank you SOOO much for the review, I always love a good honest review. I do worry that I'm scandalizing the story from time to time, but hey, who's gonna tell. Yes, Blinks death was so sad, but I'm glad you enjoyed it, well, you know what I mean. Oh good, I always try to stay true to the characters, but I do worry that I'm launching off into the bizzaro world every time I write them , so thanks a lot for the ego boost. Keep reading, it means a lot to me!
Shortie- Wheee! Yes, Race is a man whore, but he's my man whore dammnit! And I love the fellow for it. *Smiles at race!muse, who looks slightly miffed, to tell the truth. * Ahh, thank you thank you, another BEEEAUTIFUL review, that's why you're my devil! and much appreciated! Hope the test went well!
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"Mornin, sunshine." Ruby whiped an arm across her eyes, still clouded by the mists of sleep, and gazed at her husband as he stood smiling down on her, rushing to pull his drawers on.
"Where are you goin'?" Racetrack knelt down beside the girl to retrieve his pants, brushing a hand through her tangled, bed swept hair in passing.
"It's mornin'. I'm supposed ta be gone by now on me way ta Queens, but it appeahs I ovah slept."
Playfully she shook her head. "No, you didn't. It aint even dawn yet."
"Is dat so?" he laughed gently.
"Course it is. Look, it's still dark." Racetrack glanced up into the sunstreaked, rosy clouds lacing the cornflower blue sky, growing lighter by the minute.
"Sorry, baby, I gotta be on me way 'fore da coppers catch me." He shrugged apologetically and reached for his wrinkled shirt, only to find it held aloft above Ruby's sheet-draped form.
"Come on, Racey, jus' stay heah for a little while. Jus' stay heah forevah." The newsie sighed in mock resignation, plopping down once more beside his love.
"Eh, who am I ta argue wid logic like dat. If you say it aint day," He spread his arms wide, a sly grin crossing his features, bright and rosy in the early morning chill, "den I aint fool enough ta disagree." Good- naturedly, he draped himself gently across Ruby, leaning in for another go. Beneath his compact frame, she stirred reluctantly.
"Nah, you're right. It's daylight. You gotta go before da bulls find youse." Sighing, she pressed his ragged shirt against his stomach, ushering her husband to his feet.
"Oh, come on, you gonna leave a boy hangin' like dat?"
"Put ya shirt on, Race."
"Dat's cold, Ruby,real. . ." He paused mid-robing, the cheeky grin fading rapidly. Ruby cocked her head, puzzled until she heard the heavy footfalls echoing off the iron fire escape. "You locked da door, didn't youse?"
"Locked the door?" She groaned weakly. Just then, the rusted rooftop door swung wide on it's squeaky hinges, to the dismay of both undressed parties.
There stood Nanny, huffing and puffing noisy breaths of exersion in a haze of fog that curled upwards to the heavens. "Dere you is, Ruby! I been lookin for you since da wake up call sounded. . ." She broke off, looking back and forth between Racetrack and Ruby. "Well well well, what have we heah." Finally remembering himself, the boy threw on his shirt in a flurry of hasty buttoning, though not before an admiring look from Nanny chilled him to the bone.
"Nan, whats da mattah?" Ruby stepped forwards, breaking the awkward silence.
"Hmm? Oh-" The squat young newgirl reluctantly tore her eyes away. "Oh, yeah! I fahgot ta tell youse, Lady's down in da bunkroom waitin' ta have a talk wid youse, and if you don't get in dere right now. . ."
"Oh, gawd damn it!" Hastily, Ruby grabbed Racetrack by the arm, tripping over a jumble of tangled and twisted bedsheets as she half rushed, half dragged him towards the door way. "Damn it all, Race, you gotta go!"
"But. . ."
"If dey catch you up heah, youse a dead man!"
"Ruby. . ."
"What?" She breathed distractedly, still pulling her husband towards the stairs. His velvety brown eyes, wide with expectation, stared pleadingly into hers.
"Don't I get a kiss goodbye?"
"No! Well. . ." On second thought. She leaned in, meeting his lips eagerly with her own, sinking deeper and deeper into the kiss until. . .
"Oh, for da love a Brooklyn, YOU TWO!" Nanny cried in exasperation, tugging Racetrack with all the force she could manage, hampered more then slightly by the extra pounds. Just then, the roof door swung open yet again, as she reached for the handle. It was hard to say who was the most shocked; Lady, who found herself hovering inches away from the face of the very girl she'd been searching for, swathed only in a light blanket; Racetrack, who fully expected the Bulls to come bearing down on his unprotected head with clubs raised, or Ruby, who nearly jumped out of her skin as her husband dived behind her, ducking his body between her legs for shelter. Well, in truth, Ruby was likely the most shocked.
"Uh, Lady, what a nice surprise!"
"Yeah, uh, how nice." The Newsgirl, fully polished and primped even at this early hour, glanced around suspiciously. "What are you. . ."
"I needed fresh air." She swollowed painfully, sure that the guilt was stamped across her forehead. Luckily, Lady was, and always had been, far too enamored with herself to spend much time contemplating others. She merely shrugged, ready to except the excuse if it meant they could leave this horrid, drafty roof top.
"Well, Come on den, I want a woid wid youse." Lady tugged her by the arm. As the heavy metal door fell shut behind her, she turned for one last glimpse of Racetrack. Even as he mouthed ' I love you' in the distance, a dark, foreboding chill crept down her spine. Chalking it up to nerves, she shook it off, looking forward to the time when they could be together, forever, at last.Bottom of Form [pic]Bottom of Form
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Whoo Eee. And one week and two icestorms later, the next chapter is done. Thanks for the read! So why stop now? Review! Tell me if you like it, hate it, or you know, not so much. Ehh, go ahead. REVIEW!