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"What are you doing here?!" Nightshade was obviously shocked. "Ah, I live over in Manhattan and today is this big poker game in our Lodging house so I came to tell the Brooklyn newsies about it. But what kind of a greeting is this after five years?!" He said and hugged Nightshade tightly. "Race, I can't breath." "Ah, come on Sammy." "It's Nightshade now." She answered in a somehow cold voice. "Uh, did he just mentioned a poker game?" Pokerface asked Witch. But she didn't get an answer. Witch just stood there and looked unbelieving at Race. Was it really five years ago when she and Nightshade left the orphanage in Philadelphia. It hadn't seemed so long to her. "Race?" She whispered unbelieving. He turned towards her and it took him some time to recognize her. "Sylvia?" Witch smiled at him and hugged him tightly. "Wow, it has really been long." Race said while his gaze stayed on Nightshade. "Hey, what do you think of coming over to our Poker game?" Nightshade was just about to say no when Pokerface punched her in her arm and had a begging look in her eyes. "We'll see." She said and wanted desperately to leave. "You have to come. The lodging house is easy to find. Just ask someone, or maybe, you'll meet Spot and his newsies." "Spot? The small dog from our orphanage is leading newsies?" Nightshade raised her eyebrows. "Nah, Spot Conlon is the leader here in Brooklyn. Ah, you'll get to know him. Well, then, till tonight." "That's what I fear." Nightshade mumbled when they headed into different directions.
"So, uh, who was this guy?" Dagger asked smiling. She walked next to Nightshade and had an arm around her shoulder. "Racetrack Higgins. He was in the same orphanage." "And.?" "And.NOTHING!" Nightshade pushed her arm away and damned Curse who had taken her last cigarette. She stopped in front of an shop and walked in. The old lady watched her the whole time, so Nightshade took some coins out of her pocket and paid her cigarettes and a new box of matches. Outside she light one and smoked it, making obvious that she didn't want to talk.
When they reached the house all the others were already awake. "Hey, anyone of you hungry?" Pokerface called out showing them what they had get. "Oh, and we have a poker game tonight!" "WHAT?!"
Witch walked over to one of the windows and sat outside on the old fire escape. Nightshade followed her and sat silently beside her. "You know, it's just like in old times." Witch said sadly. Nightshade looked down and sighed. She knew what Witch was going to say, and she was more than sorry. "He's still just noticing you. And me, I'm just some girl that is around you and that he has to notice once every while." Witch looked up at the sky and blinked a few times, trying to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry Witch." Nightshade said in a low voice. She placed her arm around Witch and Witch led her head lay down on Nightshade's shoulder. "Don't be. It's not your fault. You could possibly yell at him that you aren't interested and he wouldn't understand. He loves you." "And you love him." "More than you know." Witch sighed. "That's for sure." Nightshade grinned. Witch looked at her and shook her head softly. "Did you really never feel anything for the guys you were with?" "No. Never." "Not even for this Gregory-guy? I mean, he was handsome, charming." "Witch, if his daddy hadn't been the owner of this small hotel in which we stayed in Detroit, I wouldn't have even looked twice at him. But since we wanted to have a roof and some beds." Nightshade shrugged. "What if someone comes to us here and says we can't stay? I like to finally stay in one place! And I like it here so far!" "No one owns this house! There ain't nobody who can throw us out." "Yeah, but there is still someone who has the power here. Maybe even this Spot-guy Race was talking about." Witch thought aloud. Nightshade looked at her friend like she had gone crazy. "What?" "Since when, has some Newsie the power over a city?" She asked and shook her head. "No Witch, no one will send us away. We're staying here as long as we want. And this time, there's no one I have to 'convince' that we should stay." Nightshade leaned her head against the wall behind her. "I hope I'll see the day when you fall in love!" Witch smiled. "That day won't ever be!" "Why?!" "There ain't no guy worth it." Witch just sighed. They just sat there some time without saying anything. "I wished I could do anything to change it." Nightshade said. Witch smiled at her and raised her eyebrows. "I mean, about Race's feelings." Witch's smile faded immediately. "No way. I mean, after that kiss when you were ten he won't be bale to fall for another girl. And he won't give up on you." "Maybe I shouldn't go tonight." "We can't go without our leader." "Of course you can. Just go, I'll stay here." "Nightshade." "No. I don't feel like poker tonight anyway. Go there and have fun." She looked at Witch and smiled mischievous at her. "And make it obvious to Race that you're the right girl for him." She winked and walked inside again to grab something to eat.
"What are you doing here?!" Nightshade was obviously shocked. "Ah, I live over in Manhattan and today is this big poker game in our Lodging house so I came to tell the Brooklyn newsies about it. But what kind of a greeting is this after five years?!" He said and hugged Nightshade tightly. "Race, I can't breath." "Ah, come on Sammy." "It's Nightshade now." She answered in a somehow cold voice. "Uh, did he just mentioned a poker game?" Pokerface asked Witch. But she didn't get an answer. Witch just stood there and looked unbelieving at Race. Was it really five years ago when she and Nightshade left the orphanage in Philadelphia. It hadn't seemed so long to her. "Race?" She whispered unbelieving. He turned towards her and it took him some time to recognize her. "Sylvia?" Witch smiled at him and hugged him tightly. "Wow, it has really been long." Race said while his gaze stayed on Nightshade. "Hey, what do you think of coming over to our Poker game?" Nightshade was just about to say no when Pokerface punched her in her arm and had a begging look in her eyes. "We'll see." She said and wanted desperately to leave. "You have to come. The lodging house is easy to find. Just ask someone, or maybe, you'll meet Spot and his newsies." "Spot? The small dog from our orphanage is leading newsies?" Nightshade raised her eyebrows. "Nah, Spot Conlon is the leader here in Brooklyn. Ah, you'll get to know him. Well, then, till tonight." "That's what I fear." Nightshade mumbled when they headed into different directions.
"So, uh, who was this guy?" Dagger asked smiling. She walked next to Nightshade and had an arm around her shoulder. "Racetrack Higgins. He was in the same orphanage." "And.?" "And.NOTHING!" Nightshade pushed her arm away and damned Curse who had taken her last cigarette. She stopped in front of an shop and walked in. The old lady watched her the whole time, so Nightshade took some coins out of her pocket and paid her cigarettes and a new box of matches. Outside she light one and smoked it, making obvious that she didn't want to talk.
When they reached the house all the others were already awake. "Hey, anyone of you hungry?" Pokerface called out showing them what they had get. "Oh, and we have a poker game tonight!" "WHAT?!"
Witch walked over to one of the windows and sat outside on the old fire escape. Nightshade followed her and sat silently beside her. "You know, it's just like in old times." Witch said sadly. Nightshade looked down and sighed. She knew what Witch was going to say, and she was more than sorry. "He's still just noticing you. And me, I'm just some girl that is around you and that he has to notice once every while." Witch looked up at the sky and blinked a few times, trying to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry Witch." Nightshade said in a low voice. She placed her arm around Witch and Witch led her head lay down on Nightshade's shoulder. "Don't be. It's not your fault. You could possibly yell at him that you aren't interested and he wouldn't understand. He loves you." "And you love him." "More than you know." Witch sighed. "That's for sure." Nightshade grinned. Witch looked at her and shook her head softly. "Did you really never feel anything for the guys you were with?" "No. Never." "Not even for this Gregory-guy? I mean, he was handsome, charming." "Witch, if his daddy hadn't been the owner of this small hotel in which we stayed in Detroit, I wouldn't have even looked twice at him. But since we wanted to have a roof and some beds." Nightshade shrugged. "What if someone comes to us here and says we can't stay? I like to finally stay in one place! And I like it here so far!" "No one owns this house! There ain't nobody who can throw us out." "Yeah, but there is still someone who has the power here. Maybe even this Spot-guy Race was talking about." Witch thought aloud. Nightshade looked at her friend like she had gone crazy. "What?" "Since when, has some Newsie the power over a city?" She asked and shook her head. "No Witch, no one will send us away. We're staying here as long as we want. And this time, there's no one I have to 'convince' that we should stay." Nightshade leaned her head against the wall behind her. "I hope I'll see the day when you fall in love!" Witch smiled. "That day won't ever be!" "Why?!" "There ain't no guy worth it." Witch just sighed. They just sat there some time without saying anything. "I wished I could do anything to change it." Nightshade said. Witch smiled at her and raised her eyebrows. "I mean, about Race's feelings." Witch's smile faded immediately. "No way. I mean, after that kiss when you were ten he won't be bale to fall for another girl. And he won't give up on you." "Maybe I shouldn't go tonight." "We can't go without our leader." "Of course you can. Just go, I'll stay here." "Nightshade." "No. I don't feel like poker tonight anyway. Go there and have fun." She looked at Witch and smiled mischievous at her. "And make it obvious to Race that you're the right girl for him." She winked and walked inside again to grab something to eat.