Negotiations that day were pleasantly easy. I only wish the same
could be said for the confrontation between Michael and Race afterwards.
Unfortunately, neither boy saw the need for peace the way I did.
"If ya think I'se just gonna stand around an' watch ya court me sistah an' harm her, you'se got no brain at all," my incredibly obnoxious brother shouted across the table to Race after the others had left.
"I have no intention of hoitin' ya sistah, Spot. She means da woild ta me, don' ya believe me?"
"Not particularly, no," Michael said shortly.
"I have only noble intentions for Spark. I'se gonna treat her nice an' polite. On all da honah an' credibility I got I swear it. I ain't gonna make her do nothin' she don' wanna an' I ain't gonna take advantage of her. Dis relationship is more den dat, Spot. I know ya understand 'cause I know its how ya feel 'bout Slidah," Race told him.
"And how is dat?" Michael asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Like without her dere's no point in livin'. Like ya need her like ya need air an' da thought of not seein' her tears ya up inside. Dat she's poifect in every way an' ya ain't even worthy of her company, but ya ain't gonna give it up," Racetrack said, the hopeless romantic I had sensed earlier surfacing. "Ya know in ya heart how ya feel about Slidah an' dat its what I jus' described. Now lemme have Alexandra as me goil, please?" he pleaded. I was surprised. Race could be polite, but I didn't sense him as the type to bed.
"Higgins," Michael started, and we both held our breath, "You'se crazy, but I know ya tellin' da truth. If anyone deserves her its you. Ya got me permission, Race, but you do anythin' ta hoit her an' ya got me ta deal with."
"Of course," Race said, nodding his head in agreement. Then he turned to me. "Well, I guess we'll be off, Spark." I smiled and slipped his arm around my shoulders and walked into the dining room with me. "Dere's a good spot," he said. He pointed out a table where Roman, Smith, Fingers, Slider and Jack were sitting.
Jack was the first to comment. "So, ya get Spot's approval, Race?"
"Yeah, if ya want ta call it dat. He promised not ta beat me to a bloody pulp, I guess dat's as close as we'll evah get. We ain't exactly on da best terms, eh?"
"No, ya definitely ain't," Jack said. I looked at him questioningly and he explained, "Yeah's back, Racetrack took some goil an', well, ya know, wit' her. Happened ta be Spot's goil. Nevah really forgave him for dat. Somethin' 'bout humiliation, whatevah dat means."
"Yeah, but I'se changed now. I ain't done nothin' of dat sort of thing in neah two yeahs. I'se more mature now, an' he's still holdin' a grudge. I was fifteen yeahs old!" Race protested. Then his voice softened. "But I gots Spark now, she I'se content," he announced before leaning over and kissing me.
Catcalls and cries of "Oooo ahhh" erupted from the surrounding newsies, causing me to blush the color of the strawberry Jack had been eating. "What, aren't you going to do the same?" I asked jokingly.
"All right," Smith said before pulling Fingers in for a kiss of her own, erupting more whistles. Roman tried to grab Slider, but she pushed him away causing him to fall out of the chair he'd been sitting in.
"Ya tryin' ta get ta me goil?" Michael asked as he burst into the room, lifting Slider gracefully out of the chair and dipping her into a romantic kiss. I looked around the room and noticed various couples had done the same.
I laughed and whispered in Racetrack's ear, "We're trendsetters." We both laughed as we broke apart, other people following suit. The only people still kissing were Michael and Slider, who disappeared up the stairs a moment later.
"Fingers, ya wanna be me goil?" Smith asked. Fingers grinned and accepted, and cheers were heard all around.
A few hours later, Jack rounded everyone up. "All right, we's done wit' dis meetin', so let's all go home!" He turned to the group that I had sat with earlier, "'Hattan an' Brooklyn, we's leavin'."
"Do we have ta?" Roman asked and I could see him eyeing one of the Queens girls.
"I'll come back here with you sometime to check out all the eye candy, all right?" I teased him.
"Don' ya got all ya need right heah?" Race joked.
I smiled. "Yeah, I do," I said before burying my head in the warmth of his jacket, feeling the heartbeat of his built chest. I walked the rest of the way to Manhattan like that, but we were forced to disengage ourselves to go into Irving Hall. Yes, Irving Hall. I was about to see my first Vaudeville show.
A/N: I update this a lot because I have frequent inspiration. In this case it was seeing Jeff (my friend's really hot, fun --and young -- youth director that I love.) at that chili cook-off.
Shoutouts-
Sprite: Nice adjectives. Wonderiffic, I'm going to have to remember that. I love getting your reviews, they make it all worth it, so thank you! Here's a little story on how much I love them:
**There once was a girl named Spark. Every day she would write a new chapter for her stories on fanfiction.net. When she first started, she got no reviews, and was in much despair. Then, one day, she got her first review. It was a cause for jubilation. Soon thereafter, a girl named Sprite came and began to review her story. Every new chapter posted, Spark would check her email waiting for the reviews from anyway, particularly Sprite. Then, some evil people started accusing her work of being plagiarism. Every day she got less and less reviews. But one person stood by her. And that was Sprite. And now, every day she still waits for Sprite's reviews to show up on the Review Alert emails, and every review is still a cause for jubilation**
I hope you enjoy that 'cause it took me ten minutes! I wrote this chapter in like fifteen and my little one paragraph SO took ten. That's so sad. Haha, wel, byya!
That's all folks!
CTB,
Alexandra Rachel "Spark" Conlon Higgins
"If ya think I'se just gonna stand around an' watch ya court me sistah an' harm her, you'se got no brain at all," my incredibly obnoxious brother shouted across the table to Race after the others had left.
"I have no intention of hoitin' ya sistah, Spot. She means da woild ta me, don' ya believe me?"
"Not particularly, no," Michael said shortly.
"I have only noble intentions for Spark. I'se gonna treat her nice an' polite. On all da honah an' credibility I got I swear it. I ain't gonna make her do nothin' she don' wanna an' I ain't gonna take advantage of her. Dis relationship is more den dat, Spot. I know ya understand 'cause I know its how ya feel 'bout Slidah," Race told him.
"And how is dat?" Michael asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Like without her dere's no point in livin'. Like ya need her like ya need air an' da thought of not seein' her tears ya up inside. Dat she's poifect in every way an' ya ain't even worthy of her company, but ya ain't gonna give it up," Racetrack said, the hopeless romantic I had sensed earlier surfacing. "Ya know in ya heart how ya feel about Slidah an' dat its what I jus' described. Now lemme have Alexandra as me goil, please?" he pleaded. I was surprised. Race could be polite, but I didn't sense him as the type to bed.
"Higgins," Michael started, and we both held our breath, "You'se crazy, but I know ya tellin' da truth. If anyone deserves her its you. Ya got me permission, Race, but you do anythin' ta hoit her an' ya got me ta deal with."
"Of course," Race said, nodding his head in agreement. Then he turned to me. "Well, I guess we'll be off, Spark." I smiled and slipped his arm around my shoulders and walked into the dining room with me. "Dere's a good spot," he said. He pointed out a table where Roman, Smith, Fingers, Slider and Jack were sitting.
Jack was the first to comment. "So, ya get Spot's approval, Race?"
"Yeah, if ya want ta call it dat. He promised not ta beat me to a bloody pulp, I guess dat's as close as we'll evah get. We ain't exactly on da best terms, eh?"
"No, ya definitely ain't," Jack said. I looked at him questioningly and he explained, "Yeah's back, Racetrack took some goil an', well, ya know, wit' her. Happened ta be Spot's goil. Nevah really forgave him for dat. Somethin' 'bout humiliation, whatevah dat means."
"Yeah, but I'se changed now. I ain't done nothin' of dat sort of thing in neah two yeahs. I'se more mature now, an' he's still holdin' a grudge. I was fifteen yeahs old!" Race protested. Then his voice softened. "But I gots Spark now, she I'se content," he announced before leaning over and kissing me.
Catcalls and cries of "Oooo ahhh" erupted from the surrounding newsies, causing me to blush the color of the strawberry Jack had been eating. "What, aren't you going to do the same?" I asked jokingly.
"All right," Smith said before pulling Fingers in for a kiss of her own, erupting more whistles. Roman tried to grab Slider, but she pushed him away causing him to fall out of the chair he'd been sitting in.
"Ya tryin' ta get ta me goil?" Michael asked as he burst into the room, lifting Slider gracefully out of the chair and dipping her into a romantic kiss. I looked around the room and noticed various couples had done the same.
I laughed and whispered in Racetrack's ear, "We're trendsetters." We both laughed as we broke apart, other people following suit. The only people still kissing were Michael and Slider, who disappeared up the stairs a moment later.
"Fingers, ya wanna be me goil?" Smith asked. Fingers grinned and accepted, and cheers were heard all around.
A few hours later, Jack rounded everyone up. "All right, we's done wit' dis meetin', so let's all go home!" He turned to the group that I had sat with earlier, "'Hattan an' Brooklyn, we's leavin'."
"Do we have ta?" Roman asked and I could see him eyeing one of the Queens girls.
"I'll come back here with you sometime to check out all the eye candy, all right?" I teased him.
"Don' ya got all ya need right heah?" Race joked.
I smiled. "Yeah, I do," I said before burying my head in the warmth of his jacket, feeling the heartbeat of his built chest. I walked the rest of the way to Manhattan like that, but we were forced to disengage ourselves to go into Irving Hall. Yes, Irving Hall. I was about to see my first Vaudeville show.
A/N: I update this a lot because I have frequent inspiration. In this case it was seeing Jeff (my friend's really hot, fun --and young -- youth director that I love.) at that chili cook-off.
Shoutouts-
Sprite: Nice adjectives. Wonderiffic, I'm going to have to remember that. I love getting your reviews, they make it all worth it, so thank you! Here's a little story on how much I love them:
**There once was a girl named Spark. Every day she would write a new chapter for her stories on fanfiction.net. When she first started, she got no reviews, and was in much despair. Then, one day, she got her first review. It was a cause for jubilation. Soon thereafter, a girl named Sprite came and began to review her story. Every new chapter posted, Spark would check her email waiting for the reviews from anyway, particularly Sprite. Then, some evil people started accusing her work of being plagiarism. Every day she got less and less reviews. But one person stood by her. And that was Sprite. And now, every day she still waits for Sprite's reviews to show up on the Review Alert emails, and every review is still a cause for jubilation**
I hope you enjoy that 'cause it took me ten minutes! I wrote this chapter in like fifteen and my little one paragraph SO took ten. That's so sad. Haha, wel, byya!
That's all folks!
CTB,
Alexandra Rachel "Spark" Conlon Higgins