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 thank you so much to those of you who reviewed! It definitely makes my day!
Chapter 8: A Sudden Argument
Fleck spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon lying on her bed, warm tears manifesting themselves in her eyes, threatening to fall at a moment's notice. She contemplated her current status with Jack and her evident lack of status with Spot. Though she swore to herself that she couldn't like him after he left her alone that morning, she couldn't stop thinking about him and their night together. Despite what it seemed, Fleck was very insecure about herself and she needed others to like her in order to feel good about herself. Earlier yesterday, she thought she was in control of her relationships with both Jack and Spot. Though she was still unsure about Jack, she knew that the second she had admitted her true feelings to Spot, she had forfeited control of the situation. Spot now had the power and propensity to play her however he chose to because she knew that unless something drastic occurred, she would do nearly anything to be with him again.
Only now did she begin to feel a presence in the room. She shook herself from her thoughts and shifted so she was sitting up, feet dangling from the edge of the bunk. She looked over to see Mush rummaging through some of his belongings, obviously looking for something. "Heya Mush."
"Oh, hey Fleck. I thought you was sleepin'."
"Nope. Just thinkin' is all. Just thinkin'."
"Yeah, I just figured ya'd probly catchin' up on some missed sleep since ya didn't come home last night."
Fleck rolled her eyes and smiled. "You would assume dat, perv."
Mush laughed a bit and went back to what he was doing. "Hey, uh…thanks fer coverin' fer me an' Jack da oddah day," Fleck said hesitantly.
He shrugged. "No problem." He looked up from his stuff and settled his gaze on Fleck. "You sleep with him dat night?"
"Who, Jack? Yeah."
"An' ya slept with Spot last night?"
"Yeah."
Mush shook his head. "You bettah be careful. You'se gonna get yaself in a situation one a dese days."
"What are ya, my guilty conscience?"
"Someone's gotta be."
"Look, I'll be fine, Mush."
"Dat why ya been mopin' 'round heah all day? Cuz ya fine?"
"I can handle it."
"Fleck, I don't wanna see ya get hoit. Ya know dat."
She sighed and mumbled, "Too late fer dat."
"What, Spot hoit ya?"
"Not da way you'se thinkin'. More of an emotional kinda hoit."
"An' Jack?"
"Ain't seen him all day. Spot neiddah."
"I see. So dese feelin's ya got fer dem ain't bein' retoined, huh?"
"Guess not. Soives me right, tryin' ta actually like a guy. An' what happens? It comes back an' smacks me in da face, dat's what happens. I'se so naïve sometimes."
"Don't say dat."
"Why not? It's true."
"Maybe ya just ain't found da right guy yet."
"Maybe dere ain't no right guy fer me. Maybe I oughta just take what I can get."
Mush looked at her thoughtfully and started to make a reply, but just then the door opened. "Well, speak a da devil…" he said, watching as Spot walked in the room.
Fleck's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't let it show. Maybe he'd come back for her? She shook that thought out of her head, trying to keep her hopes from getting too high. "Whaddya doin' heah?" she said casually.
"Makin' shoah ya got home awright."
"Oh."
Mush picked up the money he'd been searching for and waved some goodbyes before making a quick exit from the scene. 'That's Mush for ya,' Fleck thought, smiling inwardly. 'Always leaves 'fore da conflict starts.'
Spot watched as Mush left until the door was closed behind him, then moved to lean against Fleck's bunk. "Guess I kinda wanted ta see ya too," he said, running his hand up and down the fair skin of her leg that peaked out of her skirt.
His touch sent shiver running through her spine and butterflies took off in her stomach, and she couldn't make them stop. She wanted to be mad at him, she really did, but she had trouble convincing herself that when Spot was standing right there.
"Are ya mad at me?" he asked, thinking he already knew the answer.
"Mad? Fer what?" she answered innocently, though she knew perfectly well why she should be mad.
"Fer leavin' ya dis mornin'."
"Yeah, kinda I guess."
"Don't be. Ya know I hadda go sell."
"I know, I know."
"So den don't be mad if ya know."
"Well…I mean, ya coulda stayed fer a lil bit at least."
"I'da missed da papes an' da guys woulda been kinda suspicious. I ain't nevah missed da papes, save fer a few emoigencies. An' I didn't think dis was one a dem."
"Den ya coulda told me you was leavin'."
"Fleck, if you ain't smart enough ta realize wheah I went, den ya didn't desoive ta-"
"Ta what? Sleep with ya?" she asked, truly hurt.
"No, dat ain't what I was gonna say-"
"Den what were ya gonna say, huh?"
"Maybe if ya'd shut ya fuckin' mouth fer five seconds an' let me finish a fuckin' sentence ya'd know what I was gonna say!" Spot said loudly, obviously becoming angry.
Fleck had never seen Spot ever get mad before. She'd seen annoyed, but never actual anger. While half of her was scared of him at this point, the other half was scared of him at this point, the other half was curious to see him get angry. And it was that half of her that won, and she forced herself to egg him on just a little more. She jumped off the bunk and turned to face him. "Jesus, Spot, wouldja calm down?!"
"Well I'se sick a ya jumpin' down my throat all da time!"
"All da time?!"
"Yeah all da time!"
"Dat's bullshit Spot, an' you know it! I barely even tawked ta ya b'fore yestahday, so don't give me dis-"
"Fleck, ya do it ta everyone all da time-"
"Well look who's jumpin' down whose throat now."
"Yeah, I bet ya want me ta jump down ya throat. Or just jump ya in general, slut."
"Don't call me dat," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, I'se so sorry Fleck, do ya prefer whore? Or maybe tramp would suit ya bettah. How 'bout jezebel? Hussy maybe? Hoe, floozy," Spot said, running through every synonym for slut he had ever heard used.
Fleck had had enough of him now. Any feelings she had left for him were thoroughly gone, nothing but hurt and resent were left in her system. Hot tears filled her eyes, but she wouldn't blink so he wouldn't have the satisfaction of seeing her cry. It hurt that he would call her those names, especially after being intimate with him last night. But it hurt even more because she knew that he was right. She was a slut and she knew it. Everyone knew it. But it never bothered her before because she hadn't cared about feelings or love or any of that. Ever since Mush had mentioned it on that fateful night, she couldn't get it out of her head.
Now, Fleck looked at Spot, knowing there was no way to defend her lack of reputation. "Why'd ya come heah Spot? Ta fuckin' call me names?" she said quietly, hurt and defeat resounding in her voice.
"Ta sleep with ya," he stated frankly, leaning back against the bunk and running a hand through his semi-disheveled hair.
"Well you can ferget dat."
"Figured."
"Ya know, why ya gotta be an asshole all da time? An' don't tell me cuz a ya goddamn reputation."
"Just cuz it's easier dis way. I wouldn't expect you ta undahstand. Don't think ya know what it's like, havin' an actual reputation ta protect."
"Fuck you."
"Ya awready did."
Fleck reached back quickly and slapped him across the face. He stood stunned for a couple seconds; surprised she had actually had the guts to hit him. Fleck had surprised herself as well, but certainly didn't regret it. "You desoived dat, ya bastard," she said, staring him straight in the eyes.
Spot raised his hand to hit her back, but paused for a brief second when Fleck flinched. This was definitely not how he envisioned this meeting going. Fleck just glared at him. "I dare ya."
Disclaimer: Alright, this is the usual disclaimer I guess, lol. I don't own Newsies, but I guess I own Fleck. Okay? Okay…and thank you so much to those of you who reviewed! It definitely makes my day!
Chapter 8: A Sudden Argument
Fleck spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon lying on her bed, warm tears manifesting themselves in her eyes, threatening to fall at a moment's notice. She contemplated her current status with Jack and her evident lack of status with Spot. Though she swore to herself that she couldn't like him after he left her alone that morning, she couldn't stop thinking about him and their night together. Despite what it seemed, Fleck was very insecure about herself and she needed others to like her in order to feel good about herself. Earlier yesterday, she thought she was in control of her relationships with both Jack and Spot. Though she was still unsure about Jack, she knew that the second she had admitted her true feelings to Spot, she had forfeited control of the situation. Spot now had the power and propensity to play her however he chose to because she knew that unless something drastic occurred, she would do nearly anything to be with him again.
Only now did she begin to feel a presence in the room. She shook herself from her thoughts and shifted so she was sitting up, feet dangling from the edge of the bunk. She looked over to see Mush rummaging through some of his belongings, obviously looking for something. "Heya Mush."
"Oh, hey Fleck. I thought you was sleepin'."
"Nope. Just thinkin' is all. Just thinkin'."
"Yeah, I just figured ya'd probly catchin' up on some missed sleep since ya didn't come home last night."
Fleck rolled her eyes and smiled. "You would assume dat, perv."
Mush laughed a bit and went back to what he was doing. "Hey, uh…thanks fer coverin' fer me an' Jack da oddah day," Fleck said hesitantly.
He shrugged. "No problem." He looked up from his stuff and settled his gaze on Fleck. "You sleep with him dat night?"
"Who, Jack? Yeah."
"An' ya slept with Spot last night?"
"Yeah."
Mush shook his head. "You bettah be careful. You'se gonna get yaself in a situation one a dese days."
"What are ya, my guilty conscience?"
"Someone's gotta be."
"Look, I'll be fine, Mush."
"Dat why ya been mopin' 'round heah all day? Cuz ya fine?"
"I can handle it."
"Fleck, I don't wanna see ya get hoit. Ya know dat."
She sighed and mumbled, "Too late fer dat."
"What, Spot hoit ya?"
"Not da way you'se thinkin'. More of an emotional kinda hoit."
"An' Jack?"
"Ain't seen him all day. Spot neiddah."
"I see. So dese feelin's ya got fer dem ain't bein' retoined, huh?"
"Guess not. Soives me right, tryin' ta actually like a guy. An' what happens? It comes back an' smacks me in da face, dat's what happens. I'se so naïve sometimes."
"Don't say dat."
"Why not? It's true."
"Maybe ya just ain't found da right guy yet."
"Maybe dere ain't no right guy fer me. Maybe I oughta just take what I can get."
Mush looked at her thoughtfully and started to make a reply, but just then the door opened. "Well, speak a da devil…" he said, watching as Spot walked in the room.
Fleck's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't let it show. Maybe he'd come back for her? She shook that thought out of her head, trying to keep her hopes from getting too high. "Whaddya doin' heah?" she said casually.
"Makin' shoah ya got home awright."
"Oh."
Mush picked up the money he'd been searching for and waved some goodbyes before making a quick exit from the scene. 'That's Mush for ya,' Fleck thought, smiling inwardly. 'Always leaves 'fore da conflict starts.'
Spot watched as Mush left until the door was closed behind him, then moved to lean against Fleck's bunk. "Guess I kinda wanted ta see ya too," he said, running his hand up and down the fair skin of her leg that peaked out of her skirt.
His touch sent shiver running through her spine and butterflies took off in her stomach, and she couldn't make them stop. She wanted to be mad at him, she really did, but she had trouble convincing herself that when Spot was standing right there.
"Are ya mad at me?" he asked, thinking he already knew the answer.
"Mad? Fer what?" she answered innocently, though she knew perfectly well why she should be mad.
"Fer leavin' ya dis mornin'."
"Yeah, kinda I guess."
"Don't be. Ya know I hadda go sell."
"I know, I know."
"So den don't be mad if ya know."
"Well…I mean, ya coulda stayed fer a lil bit at least."
"I'da missed da papes an' da guys woulda been kinda suspicious. I ain't nevah missed da papes, save fer a few emoigencies. An' I didn't think dis was one a dem."
"Den ya coulda told me you was leavin'."
"Fleck, if you ain't smart enough ta realize wheah I went, den ya didn't desoive ta-"
"Ta what? Sleep with ya?" she asked, truly hurt.
"No, dat ain't what I was gonna say-"
"Den what were ya gonna say, huh?"
"Maybe if ya'd shut ya fuckin' mouth fer five seconds an' let me finish a fuckin' sentence ya'd know what I was gonna say!" Spot said loudly, obviously becoming angry.
Fleck had never seen Spot ever get mad before. She'd seen annoyed, but never actual anger. While half of her was scared of him at this point, the other half was scared of him at this point, the other half was curious to see him get angry. And it was that half of her that won, and she forced herself to egg him on just a little more. She jumped off the bunk and turned to face him. "Jesus, Spot, wouldja calm down?!"
"Well I'se sick a ya jumpin' down my throat all da time!"
"All da time?!"
"Yeah all da time!"
"Dat's bullshit Spot, an' you know it! I barely even tawked ta ya b'fore yestahday, so don't give me dis-"
"Fleck, ya do it ta everyone all da time-"
"Well look who's jumpin' down whose throat now."
"Yeah, I bet ya want me ta jump down ya throat. Or just jump ya in general, slut."
"Don't call me dat," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, I'se so sorry Fleck, do ya prefer whore? Or maybe tramp would suit ya bettah. How 'bout jezebel? Hussy maybe? Hoe, floozy," Spot said, running through every synonym for slut he had ever heard used.
Fleck had had enough of him now. Any feelings she had left for him were thoroughly gone, nothing but hurt and resent were left in her system. Hot tears filled her eyes, but she wouldn't blink so he wouldn't have the satisfaction of seeing her cry. It hurt that he would call her those names, especially after being intimate with him last night. But it hurt even more because she knew that he was right. She was a slut and she knew it. Everyone knew it. But it never bothered her before because she hadn't cared about feelings or love or any of that. Ever since Mush had mentioned it on that fateful night, she couldn't get it out of her head.
Now, Fleck looked at Spot, knowing there was no way to defend her lack of reputation. "Why'd ya come heah Spot? Ta fuckin' call me names?" she said quietly, hurt and defeat resounding in her voice.
"Ta sleep with ya," he stated frankly, leaning back against the bunk and running a hand through his semi-disheveled hair.
"Well you can ferget dat."
"Figured."
"Ya know, why ya gotta be an asshole all da time? An' don't tell me cuz a ya goddamn reputation."
"Just cuz it's easier dis way. I wouldn't expect you ta undahstand. Don't think ya know what it's like, havin' an actual reputation ta protect."
"Fuck you."
"Ya awready did."
Fleck reached back quickly and slapped him across the face. He stood stunned for a couple seconds; surprised she had actually had the guts to hit him. Fleck had surprised herself as well, but certainly didn't regret it. "You desoived dat, ya bastard," she said, staring him straight in the eyes.
Spot raised his hand to hit her back, but paused for a brief second when Fleck flinched. This was definitely not how he envisioned this meeting going. Fleck just glared at him. "I dare ya."