Disclaimer: Figured I should put one up. I don't own newsies, I don't own
Nicole, and I don't own Anya, and I don't own the name Jaede. Jaede (only
the name) I stole from my good friend Jaede Loriele Conlon. Thanx Jaede.
Oh, and Disney don't sue.
Thanx to all who reviewed and offered to be in my story! I won't tell who offered to be in the story because that would ruin it, but I will have shoutouts after a brief Advertisement.
Advertisement: On here, FanFiction.Net, I've got a friend (who's got the coolest name ever) Jaede Loriele Conlon. Some of you might know her, but for those of you who don't go check out her stories. They're really good, and are what isnpired me to write this story. She also introduced me to Newsies. She is really the coolest. So R/R her stories. After you do so to mine. He he he he!
Well here's the shoutouts!
Sweets Conlon: You didn't review this time but just to let you know, your in this chapter, and if you don't like the way you are tough, 'cause you're going to change anyways. See you were just very hyper this day. Have 2, or 3, or 4, or 8 cookies, cakes, or doughnuts, it don't matter to me. Okay going on to the next one.
Dreamer: Thanks for that constructive criticism. I really like those, It helps me figure out what to do next in the story. Glad you like it so far. Here's a much longer chapter, with a cliff hanger. Mwaahahahaha. That was pathetic. Okay..... Have a doughnut, or two, or three, or four, or maybe five....
HOPS: You can never, and I mean never write too much in a review for one of my stories. Thanks for my longest review yet!!! Would you like some custard filled doughnuts? Or perhaps a big Chocolate cake? Pick whatever you want. My Bakery is at your disposal.
AragothwinElfBlade: Or should I call you Brawl? Whichever is fine with me. Anyway, thanks for the review, and you'll just a have to keep reading and reviewing to find out about that rift in time and why exactly it is there, or maybe perhaps it has been there all along and these three are the Chosen Ones! Hmmmmm, we'll just have to see. Three big cakes for you!
CiCi: Thanks for the review!!!! I appreciate all the reviews I can get. Doughnuts and cakes to you!
ElwoodGurl21: Thanks for the review and the ideas, and I will definitely give them each different characters so that you will fall in love with all of them. He he he he. Anywayz, thanx for the reviews. Free choice from Kates Bakery!
Raven: Thanks for the review, and you can settle down now. I alwayz love reviews, so keep reviewing. Chocalate chip cookies to you too. (I make the best ones too bad you can't truly have any)
BabyD: Okay you can settle down too. And thanks for the review, I'm running out of things to say so grab a cake, cookie, or whatever.
SparkHiggins: Is this soon enough for you? I got the idea about the intertwining from some little kids book I used to read and from Kate and Leopald, obviously. Cakes, and Cookies, and Cream, Oh My!
A/N: I'd just like you all to know that I truly do appreciate the reviews. So keep on R/R!!!
Chapter 3: Disappearances
The three of us sat on the Lodging House steps, head in hands, frustrated, confused, and totally lost. I turned my head and stared at my two friends. I looked at Nicole first, she was sitting right next to me.
Nicole, she's one great person, even though sometimes she can be such a ditz. People have always said that it's because of her blonde hair, but I truly don't believe that. She's taller than me, although only by an inch, and she's got great curves. Guys are always staring at her, but for some reason, she doesn't got a guy, and she says she doesn't want one. She's also got the most beautiful blue eyes, a regular, well what Hitler woulda called, Arian look. She's real sweet, and kind, but mostly totally clueless. Sometimes, thought, she can be truly brilliant.
Then there's Anya, the totally, brilliant, smart and studious girl I've ever personally met. She's got plain brown hair, and brown eyes. Anya is not quite as tall as Nicole, but she's not shorter then I am, so she'd have to be about 5'3" and half, you do the math. She's also really compassionate, and outgoing, but can really have a badass attitude when she wants too. Specifically when someone insults her, Newsies, or her guy Bumlets. All in all, she's another great person.
Last of all there's me. I'm kinda an up and down person. If something really pisses me off then you better watch out! But if you catch me on my good days, I can be really sweet and personable. It really just depends. Anya and Nicole say that I remind them of Spot Conlon, a very dangerous person. I guess that it's possible though. I do have a reputation at school, but only 'cause I bad mouthed the school bully, and got away with it. I've also beat a few people up. Like I said you don't wanna be around me when I'm in a bad mood. Probably should say what I look like. I've got auburn colored hair, and emerald green eyes. And I'm the shortest of all three of us, 5 feet 3.
"Hey Jaede, do you think we'll ever get out of this mess?" Nicole asked, breaking into my little reverie.
"Do you want to get out of this mess?" I returned, I was beginning to think, that if we truly were back in 1899 with our beloved newsies, then just maybe I didn't wanna go back.
"What do you mean 'do you want to get out of this mess'?!" Anya yelled at me. "Are you planning on staying here the rest of your life?!"
I shook my head vigerously. Better to go back, then to stay here. "No." I replied simply then stood up, and walked off. Nicole and Anya didn't follow me, and for that I was thankful. We might be the best of friends, but sometimes I need a little space.
I'd walked for about a half hour when a little boy came running towards me asking if I would be one of his papes. Still slightly consumed by my thoughts I replied slowly. "Mmmm, and what's your name little boy?" I asked.
"Les." He replied, sweet and simple. Too young to be running around New York by himself, I assumed.
"If I buy your last papes will you go home?" Les looked at me bewildered but nodded his pretty little head anyways. "Okay, here's 10 cents, spend it wisely!" I said as I paid for the papes. Then I watched as he turned and hurried off to his brother who was standing just a little ways off watching. Good big brother, David, be sure you don't lose him, because you don't know what a treasure that little guy is. I slowly continued walking, but having my head down and in deep thought I wasn't watching where I was going and bumped into someone.
"Oh! God! I didn't see you there! Sorry!" I profusely apologized.
"Okay, foist of all, I ain't God. An' second of all, it's fine, just next time watch where you'se goin'." I looked up to see who'd had the pleasure of meeting the Klutz Who Calls Herself Jaede.
"Oh! You- your- wait, who are you?" I stuttered. It looked like him. Strongly resembled him, but was it him?
"Ise Spot Conlon, leader of da Brooklyn newsies." He stated, obviously tired of telling everyone that knowing that they'd either freak out, or just plain hate him. But to his surprise she did neither.
"Oh. Okay. I thought you might've been Conlon, but I wasn't sure. Nice to meet ya." I was trying hard just to be casual, and nice, but it was hard not to just freak out. I held out my hand as a kind of truce.
Spot grinned and spit in his hand and prepared to shake, but I quickly took back my hand and when Spot was about to make a smartass comment I smiled, and spit in my hand as well. Then, of course, we both shook hands.
"Well, guess youse different." Spot stated.
"Yeah, right I'm different, totally different." I muttered then turned to go. I'd better get back to Anya and Nicole before they start worrying about me.
"Wait. What did you mean?" Spot called after me. I sighed and turned around.
"Just that, I'm probably the only girl who isn't falling all over you." I lied, but what was I supposed to tell him? That I'm from a completely different time then him? Nope, not going to happen.
"Well, actually, you probably are, but maybe your fauning over me inside that pretty little head of yours."
I groaned. Before I was surprised, and extremely over joyed to see him, but now I was just annoyed. People were right, he does have a big ego. "Look, I'm not, okay? You impress me, and I may think your hot, but your not the guy for me. Okay." I can not believe that I just said that to the guy of my dreams! I mean back in 2004, he was mine, and everone knew it, but here and now I was totally rejecting him.
"Okay, so that flatters me still, but your not even the least bit tempted to kiss me?"
The gaul that guy has! No actually I don't, but it doesn't hurt too- I stomped over to him, grabbed him, and kissed him. Instently I felt the chemistry, but there was no way I was going to acknowledge it.
"There, satisfied?" I said when we had finished. "There was nothing there, and there never will be, so just- go finish selling your papes!" I'd never felt this way in my entire life! There had defenitely been something there, but maybe he hadn't felt it, and he probably had about three girls right now.
"What's your name? I like to know the names of those who kiss me."
Grrrr! Can't he just bug off?! I rolled my eyes, then quickly told him my nickname. "I'm Cynic." I then turned and was bout to stalk off when he grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him.
"There was something there, Cynic, and I know that you know that. Let me know when you figure things out." His voice was low and dangerous. He was on a war path, and he planned on getting what he wanted. I just rolled my eyes again.
"How many girls will you kiss, go out with, or take to bed with you, while you wait? Hmmmm? I'm not worth your while so just forget about me okay?" Couldn't he get a clue?
"Well, Cynic, I don't take girls to bed with me, and I don't go out with a billion girls every week, regardless of what others might say-" he was then cut off by a girl running towards him, grabbing his arm, and happily yelling at him.
"Hey, Spot! I sold one hundred today! I beat me record, I did!" I smiled sweetly at Spot, and he rolled his eyes. I knew there was a girl attached to him already.
"That's great Sweets, now can you go check up on whats happening in Harlem. I hear there's something big brewing."
"Yep, ya want me ta stay there till I find out everything?"
"Yeah." He said shortly, as he helplessly watched me walk away.
Silently I fumed. He could've told me that he was already involved with someone. How hard was it to say that. Hmmmm? Well I guess it was too hard for the Almighty Spot Conlon! Guess he's not just satisfied with one frumpy girl, he's gotta get another girl too. I knew it! I absolutely knew it! This fuming went on all the while I walked back to the Lodging House, expecting Anya and Nicole to be there. But when I looked, they were gone. Maybe they just went inside or something. But when I checked, they weren't there, and they where no where near the Lodging House either. So where da hell did they go?
Thanx to all who reviewed and offered to be in my story! I won't tell who offered to be in the story because that would ruin it, but I will have shoutouts after a brief Advertisement.
Advertisement: On here, FanFiction.Net, I've got a friend (who's got the coolest name ever) Jaede Loriele Conlon. Some of you might know her, but for those of you who don't go check out her stories. They're really good, and are what isnpired me to write this story. She also introduced me to Newsies. She is really the coolest. So R/R her stories. After you do so to mine. He he he he!
Well here's the shoutouts!
Sweets Conlon: You didn't review this time but just to let you know, your in this chapter, and if you don't like the way you are tough, 'cause you're going to change anyways. See you were just very hyper this day. Have 2, or 3, or 4, or 8 cookies, cakes, or doughnuts, it don't matter to me. Okay going on to the next one.
Dreamer: Thanks for that constructive criticism. I really like those, It helps me figure out what to do next in the story. Glad you like it so far. Here's a much longer chapter, with a cliff hanger. Mwaahahahaha. That was pathetic. Okay..... Have a doughnut, or two, or three, or four, or maybe five....
HOPS: You can never, and I mean never write too much in a review for one of my stories. Thanks for my longest review yet!!! Would you like some custard filled doughnuts? Or perhaps a big Chocolate cake? Pick whatever you want. My Bakery is at your disposal.
AragothwinElfBlade: Or should I call you Brawl? Whichever is fine with me. Anyway, thanks for the review, and you'll just a have to keep reading and reviewing to find out about that rift in time and why exactly it is there, or maybe perhaps it has been there all along and these three are the Chosen Ones! Hmmmmm, we'll just have to see. Three big cakes for you!
CiCi: Thanks for the review!!!! I appreciate all the reviews I can get. Doughnuts and cakes to you!
ElwoodGurl21: Thanks for the review and the ideas, and I will definitely give them each different characters so that you will fall in love with all of them. He he he he. Anywayz, thanx for the reviews. Free choice from Kates Bakery!
Raven: Thanks for the review, and you can settle down now. I alwayz love reviews, so keep reviewing. Chocalate chip cookies to you too. (I make the best ones too bad you can't truly have any)
BabyD: Okay you can settle down too. And thanks for the review, I'm running out of things to say so grab a cake, cookie, or whatever.
SparkHiggins: Is this soon enough for you? I got the idea about the intertwining from some little kids book I used to read and from Kate and Leopald, obviously. Cakes, and Cookies, and Cream, Oh My!
A/N: I'd just like you all to know that I truly do appreciate the reviews. So keep on R/R!!!
Chapter 3: Disappearances
The three of us sat on the Lodging House steps, head in hands, frustrated, confused, and totally lost. I turned my head and stared at my two friends. I looked at Nicole first, she was sitting right next to me.
Nicole, she's one great person, even though sometimes she can be such a ditz. People have always said that it's because of her blonde hair, but I truly don't believe that. She's taller than me, although only by an inch, and she's got great curves. Guys are always staring at her, but for some reason, she doesn't got a guy, and she says she doesn't want one. She's also got the most beautiful blue eyes, a regular, well what Hitler woulda called, Arian look. She's real sweet, and kind, but mostly totally clueless. Sometimes, thought, she can be truly brilliant.
Then there's Anya, the totally, brilliant, smart and studious girl I've ever personally met. She's got plain brown hair, and brown eyes. Anya is not quite as tall as Nicole, but she's not shorter then I am, so she'd have to be about 5'3" and half, you do the math. She's also really compassionate, and outgoing, but can really have a badass attitude when she wants too. Specifically when someone insults her, Newsies, or her guy Bumlets. All in all, she's another great person.
Last of all there's me. I'm kinda an up and down person. If something really pisses me off then you better watch out! But if you catch me on my good days, I can be really sweet and personable. It really just depends. Anya and Nicole say that I remind them of Spot Conlon, a very dangerous person. I guess that it's possible though. I do have a reputation at school, but only 'cause I bad mouthed the school bully, and got away with it. I've also beat a few people up. Like I said you don't wanna be around me when I'm in a bad mood. Probably should say what I look like. I've got auburn colored hair, and emerald green eyes. And I'm the shortest of all three of us, 5 feet 3.
"Hey Jaede, do you think we'll ever get out of this mess?" Nicole asked, breaking into my little reverie.
"Do you want to get out of this mess?" I returned, I was beginning to think, that if we truly were back in 1899 with our beloved newsies, then just maybe I didn't wanna go back.
"What do you mean 'do you want to get out of this mess'?!" Anya yelled at me. "Are you planning on staying here the rest of your life?!"
I shook my head vigerously. Better to go back, then to stay here. "No." I replied simply then stood up, and walked off. Nicole and Anya didn't follow me, and for that I was thankful. We might be the best of friends, but sometimes I need a little space.
I'd walked for about a half hour when a little boy came running towards me asking if I would be one of his papes. Still slightly consumed by my thoughts I replied slowly. "Mmmm, and what's your name little boy?" I asked.
"Les." He replied, sweet and simple. Too young to be running around New York by himself, I assumed.
"If I buy your last papes will you go home?" Les looked at me bewildered but nodded his pretty little head anyways. "Okay, here's 10 cents, spend it wisely!" I said as I paid for the papes. Then I watched as he turned and hurried off to his brother who was standing just a little ways off watching. Good big brother, David, be sure you don't lose him, because you don't know what a treasure that little guy is. I slowly continued walking, but having my head down and in deep thought I wasn't watching where I was going and bumped into someone.
"Oh! God! I didn't see you there! Sorry!" I profusely apologized.
"Okay, foist of all, I ain't God. An' second of all, it's fine, just next time watch where you'se goin'." I looked up to see who'd had the pleasure of meeting the Klutz Who Calls Herself Jaede.
"Oh! You- your- wait, who are you?" I stuttered. It looked like him. Strongly resembled him, but was it him?
"Ise Spot Conlon, leader of da Brooklyn newsies." He stated, obviously tired of telling everyone that knowing that they'd either freak out, or just plain hate him. But to his surprise she did neither.
"Oh. Okay. I thought you might've been Conlon, but I wasn't sure. Nice to meet ya." I was trying hard just to be casual, and nice, but it was hard not to just freak out. I held out my hand as a kind of truce.
Spot grinned and spit in his hand and prepared to shake, but I quickly took back my hand and when Spot was about to make a smartass comment I smiled, and spit in my hand as well. Then, of course, we both shook hands.
"Well, guess youse different." Spot stated.
"Yeah, right I'm different, totally different." I muttered then turned to go. I'd better get back to Anya and Nicole before they start worrying about me.
"Wait. What did you mean?" Spot called after me. I sighed and turned around.
"Just that, I'm probably the only girl who isn't falling all over you." I lied, but what was I supposed to tell him? That I'm from a completely different time then him? Nope, not going to happen.
"Well, actually, you probably are, but maybe your fauning over me inside that pretty little head of yours."
I groaned. Before I was surprised, and extremely over joyed to see him, but now I was just annoyed. People were right, he does have a big ego. "Look, I'm not, okay? You impress me, and I may think your hot, but your not the guy for me. Okay." I can not believe that I just said that to the guy of my dreams! I mean back in 2004, he was mine, and everone knew it, but here and now I was totally rejecting him.
"Okay, so that flatters me still, but your not even the least bit tempted to kiss me?"
The gaul that guy has! No actually I don't, but it doesn't hurt too- I stomped over to him, grabbed him, and kissed him. Instently I felt the chemistry, but there was no way I was going to acknowledge it.
"There, satisfied?" I said when we had finished. "There was nothing there, and there never will be, so just- go finish selling your papes!" I'd never felt this way in my entire life! There had defenitely been something there, but maybe he hadn't felt it, and he probably had about three girls right now.
"What's your name? I like to know the names of those who kiss me."
Grrrr! Can't he just bug off?! I rolled my eyes, then quickly told him my nickname. "I'm Cynic." I then turned and was bout to stalk off when he grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him.
"There was something there, Cynic, and I know that you know that. Let me know when you figure things out." His voice was low and dangerous. He was on a war path, and he planned on getting what he wanted. I just rolled my eyes again.
"How many girls will you kiss, go out with, or take to bed with you, while you wait? Hmmmm? I'm not worth your while so just forget about me okay?" Couldn't he get a clue?
"Well, Cynic, I don't take girls to bed with me, and I don't go out with a billion girls every week, regardless of what others might say-" he was then cut off by a girl running towards him, grabbing his arm, and happily yelling at him.
"Hey, Spot! I sold one hundred today! I beat me record, I did!" I smiled sweetly at Spot, and he rolled his eyes. I knew there was a girl attached to him already.
"That's great Sweets, now can you go check up on whats happening in Harlem. I hear there's something big brewing."
"Yep, ya want me ta stay there till I find out everything?"
"Yeah." He said shortly, as he helplessly watched me walk away.
Silently I fumed. He could've told me that he was already involved with someone. How hard was it to say that. Hmmmm? Well I guess it was too hard for the Almighty Spot Conlon! Guess he's not just satisfied with one frumpy girl, he's gotta get another girl too. I knew it! I absolutely knew it! This fuming went on all the while I walked back to the Lodging House, expecting Anya and Nicole to be there. But when I looked, they were gone. Maybe they just went inside or something. But when I checked, they weren't there, and they where no where near the Lodging House either. So where da hell did they go?
