A/N: Don't worry, that wasn't the end. I'm not that mean to Spot!! Sorry
this is super short, but there is still more to come and I have a lot to do
tonight. I promise I will post again on Feb. 20 when my history projects
and poems are all in. (
I trudged into the empty bunkroom and lay down on my bed. The rest of the boys were out at for a performance at the Brooklyn vaudeville theatre to watch the show, so I was alone. I curled into a ball and cried, trying to fall asleep.
As I reached the point right between consciousness and sleep I heard a sound. I shrugged it off, thinking it would go away, but it repeated. Soft raps on glass like a pebble hitting a window. I stood up and walked over to the window at the end of the room.
"Come down here," a voice whispered. I grabbed my shirt (a/n: Spot never seems to have a shirt on, does he? Oh well, no complaints) and silently ran down the stairs and out the door. "Took you long enough," the voice said, and I could tell it was a girl.
"Sorry. But wait, who is this?" I asked, not being able to see her face in the darkness.
"Guess," she said playfully and I thought. I knew who I thought it was instantly. Or at least who I wished it was.
"Slider?" I asked wishfully.
"That's my name," she said, and I sighed in relief. "Sorry I didn't show earlier, Spark got into a fight with one of the Delancy's and I had to help clean her up. You still up for some dance lessons?"
"Definitely," I said happily. "Is Spark alright?" I asked, more out of duty then concern. It wasn't that I didn't care about Spark, but I knew she could hold her own. I was more concerned about what would happen between Slider and me.
"Oh, yeah she's fine. You want to go to Central Park? Some of the hoity-toity gents are havin' an outdoor party and I think if we're far enough off we can hear the music without them noticin' us," she suggested.
"Of course, let's go," I told her and we walked off towards Central Park.
Too tired to do shout-outs but I have one thing to say.
Sprite- I will do one for you and Mush as soon as possible.
I trudged into the empty bunkroom and lay down on my bed. The rest of the boys were out at for a performance at the Brooklyn vaudeville theatre to watch the show, so I was alone. I curled into a ball and cried, trying to fall asleep.
As I reached the point right between consciousness and sleep I heard a sound. I shrugged it off, thinking it would go away, but it repeated. Soft raps on glass like a pebble hitting a window. I stood up and walked over to the window at the end of the room.
"Come down here," a voice whispered. I grabbed my shirt (a/n: Spot never seems to have a shirt on, does he? Oh well, no complaints) and silently ran down the stairs and out the door. "Took you long enough," the voice said, and I could tell it was a girl.
"Sorry. But wait, who is this?" I asked, not being able to see her face in the darkness.
"Guess," she said playfully and I thought. I knew who I thought it was instantly. Or at least who I wished it was.
"Slider?" I asked wishfully.
"That's my name," she said, and I sighed in relief. "Sorry I didn't show earlier, Spark got into a fight with one of the Delancy's and I had to help clean her up. You still up for some dance lessons?"
"Definitely," I said happily. "Is Spark alright?" I asked, more out of duty then concern. It wasn't that I didn't care about Spark, but I knew she could hold her own. I was more concerned about what would happen between Slider and me.
"Oh, yeah she's fine. You want to go to Central Park? Some of the hoity-toity gents are havin' an outdoor party and I think if we're far enough off we can hear the music without them noticin' us," she suggested.
"Of course, let's go," I told her and we walked off towards Central Park.
Too tired to do shout-outs but I have one thing to say.
Sprite- I will do one for you and Mush as soon as possible.