Something More Than Temporary
Disclaimer: Alright, this is the usual disclaimer I guess, lol. I don't own Newsies, but I guess I own Fleck. Okay? Okay. And the rating may not fit now, but I think as I keep writing, it'll become more and more appropriate…
Chapter 4: Three's a Crowd
"Jacky boy, what brings ya ta dese parts?" Spot said, walking up to his old friend.
"We was in da neighbahood, figured we'd stop by."
"Since when's Manhattan in da same neighbahood as Brooklyn?"
"Since Fleck said it was," Jack said, smiling at the embarrassed flush rising in Fleck's cheeks. She may have been with plenty of guys, but it never made it easier to talk to the one she had a crush on.
"Ah, Fleck. Always a pleasure," Spot said, touching her back lightly.
"Wish da same could be said fer you, Spot."
"Now what kinda thing is dat ta say ta your host, huh? I been nothin' but hospitable ta ya."
"Even hospitality can't save your case."
Spot smiled and kissed her on the cheek, fully aware of the fact that she had a crush on him and using it to his advantage. He didn't like her back persay, but he had heard from plenty of people that she put out, and she put out fast. And he could bring himself to like any girl that put out fast. He was a normal, hormonal young man, and he enjoyed whatever normal, well endowed, and easy young woman that came his way. "So you guys gonna be hangin' heah long."
"Well, we do got da rest a da day free."
"Oh yeah? How'd ya manage dat?"
"We slept in an' da rest a da guys think we're in da Bronx," Fleck said, matter-of-factly.
"Why'd ya sleep in? Hungovah?"
"A course," Jack said, winking at Spot. Fleck rolled her eyes as Spot grinned knowingly.
"Is dat all you boys evah think about?"
"With goils like you walkin' around, what else is dere ta think about?"
"Ferget I asked..."
"Don't worry 'bout it. We get ta spend da rest a da day tageddah thinkin' 'bout new things ta think 'bout," Spot joked, casually flinging an arm around her shoulders.
"Sounds like a real good time."
Spot shrugged and smiled. "I can show ya a good time. If dat's what ya wanna do taday..."
"Lovely," she said sarcastically, though on the inside, she couldn't be happier.
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The trio began walking aimlessly around the piers, then headed downtown to continue their wanderings. They talked about everything that came to mind. Throughout the day, Fleck bounced between hanging on Spot and hanging on Jack, as she subconsciously tried to decide which one she wanted more at that point. By the end of their afternoon together, she seemed to become attached to Spot, as the two barely separated for the rest of the day, his arm around her waist, or around her shoulders, or wherever there seemed to be an open place on her body. A few hours and several stolen kisses later, all three ended up on a secluded dock, closer to the land and further down in the water than the rest. The sound of the small waves gently lapping against the shore created a peaceful, if not romantic setting. The sun was just about done setting, so the warm afternoon air was steadily becoming a brisk evening. Nevertheless, Jack, Fleck, and Spot lay on the dock in a comfortable silence, until Jack broke the silence with the statement that was on everyone's mind.
"It's gettin' kinda late."
"Yeah," Fleck answered distractedly.
"We should get goin', Fleck."
"Probly."
"Dat means ya gotta get up an' start movin'."
"Jack, you go on ahead. I'll catch up ta ya in a bit."
"No way, Fleck. It's gonna get real dark soon, an' I'd be stupid ta let ya walk around by yaself."
"I ain't a lil kid ya know."
"Dat's what I'se worried 'bout. Sick men ain't lookin' fer no lil kid ta keep dem company."
Fleck rolled her eyes. "Ain't you picked a fine time ta start bein' protective."
"Don't start with me," Jack said irritated.
"Look, I'll be fine-"
"No, I ain't gonna let ya walk home by-"
"Den I won't walk home," she spit out, looking to Spot for reassurance. They had been flirting for most of the day, so she figured he wouldn't object to what she was suggesting.
"What?"
"I said I ain't walkin' home. I'll just stay da night heah an' den walk home tamorrow."
"Stay heah?"
"Dat's what I said."
"Fleck, ya shoah dat's a good idea?" Jack said, sending her a meaningful look. A look to see if she really wanted to throw away any chance they had together by showing him he wasn't the only one.
"Yeah, I'se shoah. Dat is, if you don't mind, Spot."
"Shoah, it's fine with me," he shrugged, always up for whatever play he could get.
"Fine. Whatevah. It's your choice, Fleck," Jack said, shaking his head and walking away without so much as a parting glance.
Disclaimer: Alright, this is the usual disclaimer I guess, lol. I don't own Newsies, but I guess I own Fleck. Okay? Okay. And the rating may not fit now, but I think as I keep writing, it'll become more and more appropriate…
Chapter 4: Three's a Crowd
"Jacky boy, what brings ya ta dese parts?" Spot said, walking up to his old friend.
"We was in da neighbahood, figured we'd stop by."
"Since when's Manhattan in da same neighbahood as Brooklyn?"
"Since Fleck said it was," Jack said, smiling at the embarrassed flush rising in Fleck's cheeks. She may have been with plenty of guys, but it never made it easier to talk to the one she had a crush on.
"Ah, Fleck. Always a pleasure," Spot said, touching her back lightly.
"Wish da same could be said fer you, Spot."
"Now what kinda thing is dat ta say ta your host, huh? I been nothin' but hospitable ta ya."
"Even hospitality can't save your case."
Spot smiled and kissed her on the cheek, fully aware of the fact that she had a crush on him and using it to his advantage. He didn't like her back persay, but he had heard from plenty of people that she put out, and she put out fast. And he could bring himself to like any girl that put out fast. He was a normal, hormonal young man, and he enjoyed whatever normal, well endowed, and easy young woman that came his way. "So you guys gonna be hangin' heah long."
"Well, we do got da rest a da day free."
"Oh yeah? How'd ya manage dat?"
"We slept in an' da rest a da guys think we're in da Bronx," Fleck said, matter-of-factly.
"Why'd ya sleep in? Hungovah?"
"A course," Jack said, winking at Spot. Fleck rolled her eyes as Spot grinned knowingly.
"Is dat all you boys evah think about?"
"With goils like you walkin' around, what else is dere ta think about?"
"Ferget I asked..."
"Don't worry 'bout it. We get ta spend da rest a da day tageddah thinkin' 'bout new things ta think 'bout," Spot joked, casually flinging an arm around her shoulders.
"Sounds like a real good time."
Spot shrugged and smiled. "I can show ya a good time. If dat's what ya wanna do taday..."
"Lovely," she said sarcastically, though on the inside, she couldn't be happier.
********************
The trio began walking aimlessly around the piers, then headed downtown to continue their wanderings. They talked about everything that came to mind. Throughout the day, Fleck bounced between hanging on Spot and hanging on Jack, as she subconsciously tried to decide which one she wanted more at that point. By the end of their afternoon together, she seemed to become attached to Spot, as the two barely separated for the rest of the day, his arm around her waist, or around her shoulders, or wherever there seemed to be an open place on her body. A few hours and several stolen kisses later, all three ended up on a secluded dock, closer to the land and further down in the water than the rest. The sound of the small waves gently lapping against the shore created a peaceful, if not romantic setting. The sun was just about done setting, so the warm afternoon air was steadily becoming a brisk evening. Nevertheless, Jack, Fleck, and Spot lay on the dock in a comfortable silence, until Jack broke the silence with the statement that was on everyone's mind.
"It's gettin' kinda late."
"Yeah," Fleck answered distractedly.
"We should get goin', Fleck."
"Probly."
"Dat means ya gotta get up an' start movin'."
"Jack, you go on ahead. I'll catch up ta ya in a bit."
"No way, Fleck. It's gonna get real dark soon, an' I'd be stupid ta let ya walk around by yaself."
"I ain't a lil kid ya know."
"Dat's what I'se worried 'bout. Sick men ain't lookin' fer no lil kid ta keep dem company."
Fleck rolled her eyes. "Ain't you picked a fine time ta start bein' protective."
"Don't start with me," Jack said irritated.
"Look, I'll be fine-"
"No, I ain't gonna let ya walk home by-"
"Den I won't walk home," she spit out, looking to Spot for reassurance. They had been flirting for most of the day, so she figured he wouldn't object to what she was suggesting.
"What?"
"I said I ain't walkin' home. I'll just stay da night heah an' den walk home tamorrow."
"Stay heah?"
"Dat's what I said."
"Fleck, ya shoah dat's a good idea?" Jack said, sending her a meaningful look. A look to see if she really wanted to throw away any chance they had together by showing him he wasn't the only one.
"Yeah, I'se shoah. Dat is, if you don't mind, Spot."
"Shoah, it's fine with me," he shrugged, always up for whatever play he could get.
"Fine. Whatevah. It's your choice, Fleck," Jack said, shaking his head and walking away without so much as a parting glance.