Oh my goodness I got reviews... I really am a review slut now! BUTTERFLY LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!!!! Lol nevermind its all good... aaaanyways -
Shorty Carter - ack ack ack *blushes* thank you so much for all the praise! It means so much to me when someone likes my stuff...*wipes away a tear* lol...anyway, yea, sure, put this up on your website... I just hope that I can figure out where the hell its going and therefore finish it!! ACK! Thank you for reviewing :)
Kathryn Mason-Sykes - oh dearie me... lol I know what you mean about the children censorship *shakes fist at younger siblings* oh dear... anyway - I still really dunno where this is going, but I hope this chapter is decent :) it isn't as good as the last one - that one I love to pieces *gets out scotch tape* - but I think its okay. Yay for skipping class to write newsie fan-fic! Somehow, sitting in Starbucks instead of American History inspires me. If it sucks, blame it on the evil corporations! Lol...thank you for reviewing!
Butterfly - you know, until I read your review it hadn't even occurred to me that this could be a stand alone... you have a marvelous point there dearie. But the inspiration struck me as to how to continue this, so I figured why not? The worst that could happen is that I totally screw up my fic and Butterfly disowns me and I end up deleting everything but the first chapter... we shall see. I ADORE writing one-shots but jeebus I gotta write something real once in a while, don't I? Oh dear. I hope this one works... lol wouldn't it be nice if Spot was real though?? *drifts off and starts daydreaming* oh, SO goigeous... anyway - don't hate me for continuing this. I need your input!!!! :)
Et ca commence encore...
*****
The bunkroom door slammed open and the newsies that littered the room jumped visibly. Key stormed into the room, angrily scrubbing the tear tracks off her face with one hand even as more flowed out of her eyes. Her face was cloudy and her fists were clenched as she marched past the others without even seeing them. Finally reaching her bunk, she collapsed on it, head in hands.
Watching Key with wide eyes, Grubbs nudged the blond boy beside him.
"Uh, Lock...?"
He nodded and stood up. "Yeah, I got her."
Making his way cautiously over to the thunderstorm that was his best friend, he eased himself down beside her.
"Heya, Key." He murmured softly, expecting little more than a growl in response. His face was therefore the picture of surprise when she practically launched herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck and soaking his shirt with her tears.
Recovering quickly, he held her close, rubbing her back and attempting to soothe her sobs.
"Shhh, shhhh. Key, it'll be okay. Just calm down."
As her tears quieted, he asked, "What happened?"
He got nothing more than a mumble in response.
"What? - Key, lemme go and tell me what happened."
She reluctantly detached herself from him.
"It's just Spot being - well, himself, I guess."
"A fully certified asshole?" grinned Lock.
Key smiled briefly, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah."
Throwing an arm across her shoulders, Lock sighed.
"What did Conlon do this time?"
"Just - I dunno. Not much, really, I dunno why I let it get to me so much. He's just being...argh!"
Seeing tears threatening in her eyes again, Lock grabbed her chin and made her look at him.
"Key, it's okay that you're angry - but what did he say? You aren't usually this emotional after talking to Mr. High and Mighty."
Closing her eyes, she shook her head as she remembered the conversation.
"He was just so angry, you know? I didn't even say anything - I just asked if he was okay 'cause you told me that he had been out there all day, an' he just went crazy on me! He started saying that I was only there 'cause you told me to be and that I wasn't allowed to "pretend" to care about him an' ... Jesus." A tear slipped down her cheek and she wiped it away angrily.
"I don't know why I care so much - we've had bigger fights before and I haven't given a damn. But this time he seemed so...betrayed. Heartbroken. I dunno - he just wasn't himself, you know? He seemed so alone."
Locks' eyes were surprisingly vacant as she turned to him again. Her eyebrows furrowed immediately in anger.
"Lock, aren't you fucking listening to me?!"
He jumped and suddenly his hand was on her cheek.
"Shit, sorry Key. It's just..." his eyes fell to her lips and he trailed off. "It's just..."
All of a sudden, his lips were pressed up against hers and Key almost died of shock.
Her breath mingled with his and she became lightheaded as his lips tangled with hers. This is what I've been waiting for... As they lost themselves in the emotions swirling out of each other, neither took any notice of the tears that began to cascade down her cheeks once more.
Lock finally pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. At his whispered confession, "I think I'm in love with you", her heart swelled.
And yet - there was a piece missing. She had left it behind with the boy on the docks who was trying his hardest not to break down.
Because leaders don't cry.
AN: Okay, I'm beginning to get a vague idea about where this is going... we shall see. Reviews are as appreciated as ever, as I still dunno if I should keep going with this! Did I ruin it by adding another chapter? Should I just delete this and hide under my bed and cry? Lemme know... :) *huggles for everyone*
Shorty Carter - ack ack ack *blushes* thank you so much for all the praise! It means so much to me when someone likes my stuff...*wipes away a tear* lol...anyway, yea, sure, put this up on your website... I just hope that I can figure out where the hell its going and therefore finish it!! ACK! Thank you for reviewing :)
Kathryn Mason-Sykes - oh dearie me... lol I know what you mean about the children censorship *shakes fist at younger siblings* oh dear... anyway - I still really dunno where this is going, but I hope this chapter is decent :) it isn't as good as the last one - that one I love to pieces *gets out scotch tape* - but I think its okay. Yay for skipping class to write newsie fan-fic! Somehow, sitting in Starbucks instead of American History inspires me. If it sucks, blame it on the evil corporations! Lol...thank you for reviewing!
Butterfly - you know, until I read your review it hadn't even occurred to me that this could be a stand alone... you have a marvelous point there dearie. But the inspiration struck me as to how to continue this, so I figured why not? The worst that could happen is that I totally screw up my fic and Butterfly disowns me and I end up deleting everything but the first chapter... we shall see. I ADORE writing one-shots but jeebus I gotta write something real once in a while, don't I? Oh dear. I hope this one works... lol wouldn't it be nice if Spot was real though?? *drifts off and starts daydreaming* oh, SO goigeous... anyway - don't hate me for continuing this. I need your input!!!! :)
Et ca commence encore...
*****
The bunkroom door slammed open and the newsies that littered the room jumped visibly. Key stormed into the room, angrily scrubbing the tear tracks off her face with one hand even as more flowed out of her eyes. Her face was cloudy and her fists were clenched as she marched past the others without even seeing them. Finally reaching her bunk, she collapsed on it, head in hands.
Watching Key with wide eyes, Grubbs nudged the blond boy beside him.
"Uh, Lock...?"
He nodded and stood up. "Yeah, I got her."
Making his way cautiously over to the thunderstorm that was his best friend, he eased himself down beside her.
"Heya, Key." He murmured softly, expecting little more than a growl in response. His face was therefore the picture of surprise when she practically launched herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck and soaking his shirt with her tears.
Recovering quickly, he held her close, rubbing her back and attempting to soothe her sobs.
"Shhh, shhhh. Key, it'll be okay. Just calm down."
As her tears quieted, he asked, "What happened?"
He got nothing more than a mumble in response.
"What? - Key, lemme go and tell me what happened."
She reluctantly detached herself from him.
"It's just Spot being - well, himself, I guess."
"A fully certified asshole?" grinned Lock.
Key smiled briefly, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah."
Throwing an arm across her shoulders, Lock sighed.
"What did Conlon do this time?"
"Just - I dunno. Not much, really, I dunno why I let it get to me so much. He's just being...argh!"
Seeing tears threatening in her eyes again, Lock grabbed her chin and made her look at him.
"Key, it's okay that you're angry - but what did he say? You aren't usually this emotional after talking to Mr. High and Mighty."
Closing her eyes, she shook her head as she remembered the conversation.
"He was just so angry, you know? I didn't even say anything - I just asked if he was okay 'cause you told me that he had been out there all day, an' he just went crazy on me! He started saying that I was only there 'cause you told me to be and that I wasn't allowed to "pretend" to care about him an' ... Jesus." A tear slipped down her cheek and she wiped it away angrily.
"I don't know why I care so much - we've had bigger fights before and I haven't given a damn. But this time he seemed so...betrayed. Heartbroken. I dunno - he just wasn't himself, you know? He seemed so alone."
Locks' eyes were surprisingly vacant as she turned to him again. Her eyebrows furrowed immediately in anger.
"Lock, aren't you fucking listening to me?!"
He jumped and suddenly his hand was on her cheek.
"Shit, sorry Key. It's just..." his eyes fell to her lips and he trailed off. "It's just..."
All of a sudden, his lips were pressed up against hers and Key almost died of shock.
Her breath mingled with his and she became lightheaded as his lips tangled with hers. This is what I've been waiting for... As they lost themselves in the emotions swirling out of each other, neither took any notice of the tears that began to cascade down her cheeks once more.
Lock finally pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. At his whispered confession, "I think I'm in love with you", her heart swelled.
And yet - there was a piece missing. She had left it behind with the boy on the docks who was trying his hardest not to break down.
Because leaders don't cry.
AN: Okay, I'm beginning to get a vague idea about where this is going... we shall see. Reviews are as appreciated as ever, as I still dunno if I should keep going with this! Did I ruin it by adding another chapter? Should I just delete this and hide under my bed and cry? Lemme know... :) *huggles for everyone*