Spot and Storm walked in awkward silence for a while until finally
Spot broke the silence.
"Why didn't ya object?," he asked, really confused.
"Because Jack's da leadea and, besides, I didn't wanna cause a scene," she replied, praying he would believe her.
"I don't t'ink so." No such luck. "Ya don't seem da type ta care whethea authority or creatin' a scene is involved 'specially when it comes ta somet'in' ya don't wanna do. So what's da real reason? Tell da truth."
~Da truth?! What, dat I like ya and wanna get ta know ya bettea?! I ain't sayin' dat,~ she thought.
"I told ya da truth. At least what I'se willin' ta say."
"Look, if yer gonna live in Brooklyn awhile den ya gotta learn ta tell da truth and dat I know ya bettea den ya t'ink," said Spot.
Storm suddenly felt very uncomfortable and very angry that he thought he knew her.
"If ya know me so well den tell me why I came?," she snapped.
"I asked you foist."
"I answered ya but ya don't seem ta believe me."
"Cause ya lied."
'Ow do ya know if I lied or not when ya don't even know yerself?"
"Cause I can tell when people lie."
"Really? No one can do dat."
"I can." He stated matter-of-factly. He walked into the Brooklyn Lodging House not even caring if she was following him or not but he knew she was. He walked up to Mr. Southington and paid for himself and signed in. He waited as Storm did the same then went upstairs and led her to a seperate room. There was only one bunk in it. Spot jumped on to the top bed and said, "Da bottom's yers. Da other guys don't know 'ow ta believe demselves. You'll sleep in 'ere."
Storm wasn't to sure about sleeping in the same room as Spot but if what he said was true she'd be safer with Spot. So she took off her hat and shoes and laid down on the bottom bed. She fell into a restless sleep filled with dreams about Spot.
Spot heard her tossing and turning. ~I wonder what's wrong~, he thought as he gently jumped down beside her bed. He watched her for what seemed like hours just studying her face. ~She's even more beautiful dan Cat~, he thought. Spot snapped out of his trance. He hadn't thought anyone would be as beautiful as Cat, let alone even more beautiful. Spot shook his head and climbed back into bed. He also fell into a restless sleep filled with dreams of Storm.
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Second Chappie in one day!!!!!!! Woo!!!!!!!....Please Review......
~Molly
"Why didn't ya object?," he asked, really confused.
"Because Jack's da leadea and, besides, I didn't wanna cause a scene," she replied, praying he would believe her.
"I don't t'ink so." No such luck. "Ya don't seem da type ta care whethea authority or creatin' a scene is involved 'specially when it comes ta somet'in' ya don't wanna do. So what's da real reason? Tell da truth."
~Da truth?! What, dat I like ya and wanna get ta know ya bettea?! I ain't sayin' dat,~ she thought.
"I told ya da truth. At least what I'se willin' ta say."
"Look, if yer gonna live in Brooklyn awhile den ya gotta learn ta tell da truth and dat I know ya bettea den ya t'ink," said Spot.
Storm suddenly felt very uncomfortable and very angry that he thought he knew her.
"If ya know me so well den tell me why I came?," she snapped.
"I asked you foist."
"I answered ya but ya don't seem ta believe me."
"Cause ya lied."
'Ow do ya know if I lied or not when ya don't even know yerself?"
"Cause I can tell when people lie."
"Really? No one can do dat."
"I can." He stated matter-of-factly. He walked into the Brooklyn Lodging House not even caring if she was following him or not but he knew she was. He walked up to Mr. Southington and paid for himself and signed in. He waited as Storm did the same then went upstairs and led her to a seperate room. There was only one bunk in it. Spot jumped on to the top bed and said, "Da bottom's yers. Da other guys don't know 'ow ta believe demselves. You'll sleep in 'ere."
Storm wasn't to sure about sleeping in the same room as Spot but if what he said was true she'd be safer with Spot. So she took off her hat and shoes and laid down on the bottom bed. She fell into a restless sleep filled with dreams about Spot.
Spot heard her tossing and turning. ~I wonder what's wrong~, he thought as he gently jumped down beside her bed. He watched her for what seemed like hours just studying her face. ~She's even more beautiful dan Cat~, he thought. Spot snapped out of his trance. He hadn't thought anyone would be as beautiful as Cat, let alone even more beautiful. Spot shook his head and climbed back into bed. He also fell into a restless sleep filled with dreams of Storm.
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Second Chappie in one day!!!!!!! Woo!!!!!!!....Please Review......
~Molly
