Alright..here's the next chapter. Read and Review! Haha Davey never gets
enough loving in the other stories I've read.I feel bad for the poor guy.
That's what I wrote this part! Lol im okay, promise..
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As David walked down the empty street, he could already feel something inside of him start to stir. He didn't know what it was about the girl, the nearly abandoned street, the docks, the faint cry of the birds as they made their way overhead. It make him want to jump for joy, but at the same time it made him long for so much that he didn't have he could cry, so scared he felt like he could throw up.
He saw her after a few minutes, and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating in his chest. He stood there, gazing at her, in total awe.
She stood on the roof of an old pier, her long brown hair flowing freely in the wind. Her over shirt, blue and ragged, flew around her, her skirt as well, and her hands were held out at her sides. She was like a vision. So beautiful, so alluring.
This was the part that made him want to cry. She was Spot's girl. Afton Taylor. Not a newsie, but not exactly a rich girl. She was everything anybody ever wanted.but of course, Spot had gotten to her first.
David had first met her a few months before. Les had been out selling with him, when it started to rain. They ran for cover, and somehow got separated. After the rain had stopped, David went to look for him, but found him nowhere. It was getting late then, and Les wasn't anywhere to be found. Worriedly, he ran towards home, when he had stopped dead in his tracks.
There was a girl, a simply gorgeous girl with stunning features holding Les's hand. And she was walking towards him. Les was sobbing, holding his other wrist, and although the girl was obviously soaked from the rain, she didn't look the least bit worried, upset, or phased.
"David?" she asked when she was near him.
"I..uh, I am," he said, taken aback by her beauty, her presence, everything.
"He had a little fall," she said, indicating to Les. The strange thing was, she had never looked away from David. Their eyes were locked, and all he saw were her crystal blue eyes, that seemed to weep as she spoke.
"Oh, right," he finally said. "Thank you..so much. I'll take him home," he took Les, who was wailing about his arm.
"Goodbye," the girl smiled faintly, starting to walk away.
"Wait!" David cried, getting his Gaul back. "What's your name?"
She had smiled again, the same faint, wonderful smile. "Afton," she called. "Look for me in Brooklyn,"
He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. And he had gone to look for her, two days later. His excuse, he decided, would be that he was looking for Spot. And if he happened to run into Afton.well, fate couldn't help itself, could it? But he had no idea how close the two would be from each other.
He had searched the city for her, asking people if they knew her, which nobody did. Finally, exhausted he started towards the docks of Brooklyn.
And that's when he saw her. He recognized her immediately. The same, golden brown hair, incredibly perfect features, and weeping eyes. She stood just feet from him, on the edge of one of the docks. She seemed to be waiting for someone.
"Afton?" he asked in an almost hushed tone. She whirled around, her face bright, and almost looked disappointed when she saw it was only David.
"David," she said, smiling her small smile. "What brings you to Brooklyn?"
She spoke softly, but it wasn't because she was shy. It was because she could. Somewhere in her, she knew that no matter if she screamed or spoke barely audibly, he would listen.
"I uh, came to see Spot," David stammered. She was looking right through him again, with those piercing blue eyes. They seemed almost grey now. And they seemed to be crying, although she wasn't.
"He isn't here," she said, looking out into the ocean. "I haven't seen him for hours."
"You know him, then?" David asked, walking slightly closer to her. He was almost afraid to get too close. She looked like she might fly away from him at any minute. Just float away...
"Nobody really knows anybody, deep inside," she said. Then suddenly, she lifted her arms, parallel with her chest. "Do you ever feel like flying?" she asked, closing her eyes.
"Flying?" David asked, nervously. He wasn't quite sure how to answer that. She seemed like she could read his mind.
"Sure," she turned to look at him, putting her arms to her sides. "You know, just letting the wind carry you away, from everything, to a world that can't hurt you,"
David started to say something, but he was interrupted by a familiar yell.
"Davey!" The arrogant Brooklyn leader was striding towards them. "And me Afton," he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek softly. "You two's been getting' to know each other?"
"We've met before." Afton said, moving her head away from him slightly. He didn't seem to notice.
"Tat's great," Spot said. "Now c'mon, Afton, we've gotta get going if we want to make it on time,"
"But Spot, David came to see you." She stated softly.
"Davey can wait, can't ya boy?" Spot slapped his face in a friendly way, took Afton's arm and started towards the city.
"Look for me," Afton said to David as she and Spot walked off.
"I will," David answered, more stunned than hurt. Of course, it made sense. She lived in Brooklyn, and she was absolutely gorgeous, not to mention mysterious. It was no wonder Spot had her.
Months later, and he had only seen her a few times. Each time she was with Spot. He always had her arm around her, like she was some sort of trophy. David laughed bitterly, thinking about it. That's all any girl ever was to Spot. A trophy. 'If she was my girl..' David thought.
David snapped out of thought when he heard her speak. At first, he thought she was talking to him. But then he realized she was looking straight ahead, a pained, almost fearful expression on her face.
"You lied," she said, simply. "You lied to me,"
And with that, she fell. Just like that. She lifted her hands up, leaned back, and without another word she gracefully tumbled off of the roof. David watched in amazement as her hair flew around her face, as she landed, hard, on an old mattress. For a minute she just lay there, motionless and silent, until she stood up, brushing her skirt off.
"You ever feel like flyin', Davey?" she asked him, not looking at him. There was an air of anger in her voice, one he had not heard or thought was possible in her. Without waiting for an answer, she climbed up a few crates and lifted herself onto the roof.
"You know, just letting the wind carry you away," she called to him. She stood back on the roof, on one of the wobbly rafters. This time, however, she was not over the mattress.
"Afton, you'd better get off of that," David said nervously. "You could get hurt,"
"Wouldn't that be the day," Afton laughed bitterly, walking across the board. It wobbled dangerously, and she almost lost her balance.
"Afton, please," David almost begged. It made him nervous, he felt like he was the one walking on the board.
She gave him a curious look, and then shrugged. "If it bothers you that much, David,"
After she had gotten down, she turned to look at him. She definitely wasn't herself. She looked upset, angry, not at all the way she usually did. She looked as if she was even showing emotions.
"What do you--"
"Ah, truth spell," David muttered, cutting her off. "I need to ask you something."
"Ask away," she leaned back against a wall, her arms folded across her chest.
"I uh, well the thing is," he stuttered, feeling more intimidated than he ever had. "What do you see in Spot?" he finally asked. "Why are you with him?"
Afton looked surprised, and hurt. But the truth spell had her. "I saw someone who loved me," she said, staring down at the ground. "Not many guys are willing to say that. I saw someone who would protect me, who would take care of me. I saw someone, whom by being with him would keep everyone else away from me," she looked back at up him. "I don't know why im saying this,"
"Is he everything that you want?" David asked. She started to answer, but he cut her off. He was surprised he felt so much emotion inside him. "Afton, you know you could have anybody. You could leave him and find someone better.anyone,"
Afton bit her lower lip and stepped closer to him. "He doesn't love me," she said softly.
"But you just said--"
"No. Today.something was different. I asked him, whether or not he loved me, and he said no. He turned really red, and started stammering, but every time I'd ask him something, he'd answer opposite of what he usually does. it was like he had to tell the truth. I just can't believe I listened to his lies for so long," she shook her head. "Stupid me,"
David didn't even have time to think of the oddness and strange familiarity of the situation. "But you see, this is good!" he encouraged. "You don't have to be with him anymore. You can be with someone else, someone who will treat you right, and say things that they only mean,"
"And whose that supposed to be, David?" Afton asked, frustrated. "Every guy I've ever met, they're all the same. They all--"
"Me." David said quietly, fixing his gaze on his feet.
"What?" she asked, drawing in a breath.
"It's supposed to be me," he said a little louder. "Because I would treat you right, and I would only say things that I mean. I wouldn't parade you around, or treat you like a trophy."
He kept his head down, but suddenly Afton had taken hold of his hand. He dared to meet her gaze, and was surprised to see she was crying.
"But when the fire is gone, who are you really?" She asked, so quietly, he barely heard.
"This is who I am," he said firmly. "I'm not like them, Afton. I'm drop dead mad about you. I'll do anything,"
She stared at him, long and hard, before pulling away. Tears were streaming down her face freely now. "Why did you come here?" she asked him.
"Because," he said, and with a boldness he didn't know he had inside him, he took a few steps forward, so close he could see right into her eyes. He wiped away a tear softly and leaned closer to her.
"I wanted to see if you were really human," he whispered into her ear.
And she broke down, crying. David was not unsure as to the reason, and he gently held her in his arms, while she sobbed quietly onto his shoulder. She was so close to him, in his arms, he could breathe in her scent, she was so warm.
"You promise you won't hurt me?" she finally asked, pulling barely away from him and wiping her eyes with her sleeve.
"I would never hurt you."
She was much too close now. He could see the remains of tears on her eyelashes, and as she leaned closer to him, her lips so close. He thought he could fly.
As David walked down the empty street, he could already feel something inside of him start to stir. He didn't know what it was about the girl, the nearly abandoned street, the docks, the faint cry of the birds as they made their way overhead. It make him want to jump for joy, but at the same time it made him long for so much that he didn't have he could cry, so scared he felt like he could throw up.
He saw her after a few minutes, and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating in his chest. He stood there, gazing at her, in total awe.
She stood on the roof of an old pier, her long brown hair flowing freely in the wind. Her over shirt, blue and ragged, flew around her, her skirt as well, and her hands were held out at her sides. She was like a vision. So beautiful, so alluring.
This was the part that made him want to cry. She was Spot's girl. Afton Taylor. Not a newsie, but not exactly a rich girl. She was everything anybody ever wanted.but of course, Spot had gotten to her first.
David had first met her a few months before. Les had been out selling with him, when it started to rain. They ran for cover, and somehow got separated. After the rain had stopped, David went to look for him, but found him nowhere. It was getting late then, and Les wasn't anywhere to be found. Worriedly, he ran towards home, when he had stopped dead in his tracks.
There was a girl, a simply gorgeous girl with stunning features holding Les's hand. And she was walking towards him. Les was sobbing, holding his other wrist, and although the girl was obviously soaked from the rain, she didn't look the least bit worried, upset, or phased.
"David?" she asked when she was near him.
"I..uh, I am," he said, taken aback by her beauty, her presence, everything.
"He had a little fall," she said, indicating to Les. The strange thing was, she had never looked away from David. Their eyes were locked, and all he saw were her crystal blue eyes, that seemed to weep as she spoke.
"Oh, right," he finally said. "Thank you..so much. I'll take him home," he took Les, who was wailing about his arm.
"Goodbye," the girl smiled faintly, starting to walk away.
"Wait!" David cried, getting his Gaul back. "What's your name?"
She had smiled again, the same faint, wonderful smile. "Afton," she called. "Look for me in Brooklyn,"
He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. And he had gone to look for her, two days later. His excuse, he decided, would be that he was looking for Spot. And if he happened to run into Afton.well, fate couldn't help itself, could it? But he had no idea how close the two would be from each other.
He had searched the city for her, asking people if they knew her, which nobody did. Finally, exhausted he started towards the docks of Brooklyn.
And that's when he saw her. He recognized her immediately. The same, golden brown hair, incredibly perfect features, and weeping eyes. She stood just feet from him, on the edge of one of the docks. She seemed to be waiting for someone.
"Afton?" he asked in an almost hushed tone. She whirled around, her face bright, and almost looked disappointed when she saw it was only David.
"David," she said, smiling her small smile. "What brings you to Brooklyn?"
She spoke softly, but it wasn't because she was shy. It was because she could. Somewhere in her, she knew that no matter if she screamed or spoke barely audibly, he would listen.
"I uh, came to see Spot," David stammered. She was looking right through him again, with those piercing blue eyes. They seemed almost grey now. And they seemed to be crying, although she wasn't.
"He isn't here," she said, looking out into the ocean. "I haven't seen him for hours."
"You know him, then?" David asked, walking slightly closer to her. He was almost afraid to get too close. She looked like she might fly away from him at any minute. Just float away...
"Nobody really knows anybody, deep inside," she said. Then suddenly, she lifted her arms, parallel with her chest. "Do you ever feel like flying?" she asked, closing her eyes.
"Flying?" David asked, nervously. He wasn't quite sure how to answer that. She seemed like she could read his mind.
"Sure," she turned to look at him, putting her arms to her sides. "You know, just letting the wind carry you away, from everything, to a world that can't hurt you,"
David started to say something, but he was interrupted by a familiar yell.
"Davey!" The arrogant Brooklyn leader was striding towards them. "And me Afton," he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek softly. "You two's been getting' to know each other?"
"We've met before." Afton said, moving her head away from him slightly. He didn't seem to notice.
"Tat's great," Spot said. "Now c'mon, Afton, we've gotta get going if we want to make it on time,"
"But Spot, David came to see you." She stated softly.
"Davey can wait, can't ya boy?" Spot slapped his face in a friendly way, took Afton's arm and started towards the city.
"Look for me," Afton said to David as she and Spot walked off.
"I will," David answered, more stunned than hurt. Of course, it made sense. She lived in Brooklyn, and she was absolutely gorgeous, not to mention mysterious. It was no wonder Spot had her.
Months later, and he had only seen her a few times. Each time she was with Spot. He always had her arm around her, like she was some sort of trophy. David laughed bitterly, thinking about it. That's all any girl ever was to Spot. A trophy. 'If she was my girl..' David thought.
David snapped out of thought when he heard her speak. At first, he thought she was talking to him. But then he realized she was looking straight ahead, a pained, almost fearful expression on her face.
"You lied," she said, simply. "You lied to me,"
And with that, she fell. Just like that. She lifted her hands up, leaned back, and without another word she gracefully tumbled off of the roof. David watched in amazement as her hair flew around her face, as she landed, hard, on an old mattress. For a minute she just lay there, motionless and silent, until she stood up, brushing her skirt off.
"You ever feel like flyin', Davey?" she asked him, not looking at him. There was an air of anger in her voice, one he had not heard or thought was possible in her. Without waiting for an answer, she climbed up a few crates and lifted herself onto the roof.
"You know, just letting the wind carry you away," she called to him. She stood back on the roof, on one of the wobbly rafters. This time, however, she was not over the mattress.
"Afton, you'd better get off of that," David said nervously. "You could get hurt,"
"Wouldn't that be the day," Afton laughed bitterly, walking across the board. It wobbled dangerously, and she almost lost her balance.
"Afton, please," David almost begged. It made him nervous, he felt like he was the one walking on the board.
She gave him a curious look, and then shrugged. "If it bothers you that much, David,"
After she had gotten down, she turned to look at him. She definitely wasn't herself. She looked upset, angry, not at all the way she usually did. She looked as if she was even showing emotions.
"What do you--"
"Ah, truth spell," David muttered, cutting her off. "I need to ask you something."
"Ask away," she leaned back against a wall, her arms folded across her chest.
"I uh, well the thing is," he stuttered, feeling more intimidated than he ever had. "What do you see in Spot?" he finally asked. "Why are you with him?"
Afton looked surprised, and hurt. But the truth spell had her. "I saw someone who loved me," she said, staring down at the ground. "Not many guys are willing to say that. I saw someone who would protect me, who would take care of me. I saw someone, whom by being with him would keep everyone else away from me," she looked back at up him. "I don't know why im saying this,"
"Is he everything that you want?" David asked. She started to answer, but he cut her off. He was surprised he felt so much emotion inside him. "Afton, you know you could have anybody. You could leave him and find someone better.anyone,"
Afton bit her lower lip and stepped closer to him. "He doesn't love me," she said softly.
"But you just said--"
"No. Today.something was different. I asked him, whether or not he loved me, and he said no. He turned really red, and started stammering, but every time I'd ask him something, he'd answer opposite of what he usually does. it was like he had to tell the truth. I just can't believe I listened to his lies for so long," she shook her head. "Stupid me,"
David didn't even have time to think of the oddness and strange familiarity of the situation. "But you see, this is good!" he encouraged. "You don't have to be with him anymore. You can be with someone else, someone who will treat you right, and say things that they only mean,"
"And whose that supposed to be, David?" Afton asked, frustrated. "Every guy I've ever met, they're all the same. They all--"
"Me." David said quietly, fixing his gaze on his feet.
"What?" she asked, drawing in a breath.
"It's supposed to be me," he said a little louder. "Because I would treat you right, and I would only say things that I mean. I wouldn't parade you around, or treat you like a trophy."
He kept his head down, but suddenly Afton had taken hold of his hand. He dared to meet her gaze, and was surprised to see she was crying.
"But when the fire is gone, who are you really?" She asked, so quietly, he barely heard.
"This is who I am," he said firmly. "I'm not like them, Afton. I'm drop dead mad about you. I'll do anything,"
She stared at him, long and hard, before pulling away. Tears were streaming down her face freely now. "Why did you come here?" she asked him.
"Because," he said, and with a boldness he didn't know he had inside him, he took a few steps forward, so close he could see right into her eyes. He wiped away a tear softly and leaned closer to her.
"I wanted to see if you were really human," he whispered into her ear.
And she broke down, crying. David was not unsure as to the reason, and he gently held her in his arms, while she sobbed quietly onto his shoulder. She was so close to him, in his arms, he could breathe in her scent, she was so warm.
"You promise you won't hurt me?" she finally asked, pulling barely away from him and wiping her eyes with her sleeve.
"I would never hurt you."
She was much too close now. He could see the remains of tears on her eyelashes, and as she leaned closer to him, her lips so close. He thought he could fly.
