"Spot!," Storm yelled as he off the bridge. "Spot! Come back! Spot!!!"
She was trembling. How could Spot just leave me like dat?, she thought. Suddenly she heard him calling her name. She tried to find him but she couldn't.
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Storm opened her eyes to find Spot leaning over her, only mere inches away. He was whispering to her softly and stroking her hair to calm her.
"Storm, it's ok," he whispered. He then realized she was awake and staring at him. He noticed the fear that was in her eyes but it was quickly replaced with confusion and something else he couldn't distinguish.
"Ya were tossin' and turnin' and ya looked so upset dat I 'ad ta find a way ta calm ya down," he said as he started to pull away.
"Don't," was all she said.
"Don't what?,"
"Don't leave me again."
"When did I leave? I was right 'ere."
"In my dream, ya fell off da Brooklyn Bridge. Ya left me all alone. I was so scared."
Spot pulled her closer to him when he saw the tears start to well up. He held her and whispered calming words as she cried. When she stopped crying, he pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. She looked so beautiful in the early morning light. Before either knew what was happening they were locked in a gently passionate kiss. They only ended the kiss to catch their breath. Spot realized he was now lying on top of Storm with his shirt unbuttoned halfway down. He looked at Storm and she too, was starting to realize what was happening. Spot got off and rebuttoned his shirt. He grabbed his cane, slingshot, and hat and left the room without another word.
Storm laid there trying to understand what had just happened. She finally got up and got dressed still confused.
She went and met Spot at the Brooklyn Distribution Center, easily finding it because Spot had pointed it out the night before. She bought her papes and walked over to Spot.
"Ya sell wid me Storm. Den aftea we finish sellin' we'se gonna start teachin' ya ta use a slingshot and 'ow ta fight. Got it?," said Spot nonchalantly.
"Shoah," replied Storm.
Spot led her to his usual selling spot. As he sold papers his mind kept returning to that morning. The kiss they had shared was like none he'd ever experienced. Even his beloved Cat Mahoney had never kissed him like that. Thoughts of Cat still hurt. He missed her deeply. Kissing Storm had made Spot begin to wonder if he had ever really loved Cat. He had cared about her that was true but to actually love her seemed a stretch.
Storm's thoughts also revolved around their kiss. She cared about Spot but he seemed to have been hurt very badly. Storm would just have to wait for him to finish getting over whoever it was. Storm sighed after she sold her last paper. She noticed Spot had sold his last one, too, so she walked over.
"Ready for lunch?," asked Spot when she reached him.
"Of course," came her reply.
"'Ow 'bout some pasta?," he asked and when she nodded he led her to one of his favorite restaurants. When they got there Spot and Storm were shown to Spot's 'usual table'. They both decided on zitti with maranara sauce.
They talked about the headlines they had created and the people they had sold papers, too, as they waited for their food.
When their food came, they sat silently and ate for a few minutes when Storm broke the silence.
"So do ya often bring yer dates 'ere? I mean da guy called dis yer 'usual table',"said Storm nochalantly.
Spot quickly looked at her. "Why do ya ask? Is my personal life of interest ta ya?"
"I jist wondered. It seemed weird ta 'ave a 'usual table' widout da fact dat ya bring a lot of goils 'ere."
"I used ta bring a lot o' goils 'ere. Especially Cat. She loved it 'ere," he said, looking at his plate.
"I shouldn't o' brought it up. Obviously ya loved Cat a lot. It must hurt ta talk about 'er."
"I didn't exactly love 'er, but I did care a lot about 'er."
"Why did she leave?"
"Because she couldn't love a newsie. She was rich and I met 'er on da street selling papes. Everything was fine fer a while but den one day I woke up and all dat was left was a note sayin' dat she was movin' away and dat it was too 'ard ta be wid a newsie."
"What did she look like?"
"She 'ad dese catlike green eyes and long, beautiful black 'air. She was beautiful..." ~But not as beautiful as you~, he added, looking at Storm.
The subject of the conversation changed to the Bronx-Harlem fight and how Jack and Spot were going to handle it. Then after they finished eating, they walked to an empty warehouse where Storm was taught by Spot and Shooter how to use a Slingshot. By the end of practice Storm could shoot better then most of the Brooklyn newsies. Spot told her the next day she would learn to fight. They went back to the lodging house and went to bed.
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Woo!!!!...Third Chappie today!!! Wow!!! I'm proud of myself....Well please review and this will be my last chappie for today.....lol...I think....
~Molly
She was trembling. How could Spot just leave me like dat?, she thought. Suddenly she heard him calling her name. She tried to find him but she couldn't.
~***~***~***~***~ End of Dream sequence ~***~***~***~***~
Storm opened her eyes to find Spot leaning over her, only mere inches away. He was whispering to her softly and stroking her hair to calm her.
"Storm, it's ok," he whispered. He then realized she was awake and staring at him. He noticed the fear that was in her eyes but it was quickly replaced with confusion and something else he couldn't distinguish.
"Ya were tossin' and turnin' and ya looked so upset dat I 'ad ta find a way ta calm ya down," he said as he started to pull away.
"Don't," was all she said.
"Don't what?,"
"Don't leave me again."
"When did I leave? I was right 'ere."
"In my dream, ya fell off da Brooklyn Bridge. Ya left me all alone. I was so scared."
Spot pulled her closer to him when he saw the tears start to well up. He held her and whispered calming words as she cried. When she stopped crying, he pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. She looked so beautiful in the early morning light. Before either knew what was happening they were locked in a gently passionate kiss. They only ended the kiss to catch their breath. Spot realized he was now lying on top of Storm with his shirt unbuttoned halfway down. He looked at Storm and she too, was starting to realize what was happening. Spot got off and rebuttoned his shirt. He grabbed his cane, slingshot, and hat and left the room without another word.
Storm laid there trying to understand what had just happened. She finally got up and got dressed still confused.
She went and met Spot at the Brooklyn Distribution Center, easily finding it because Spot had pointed it out the night before. She bought her papes and walked over to Spot.
"Ya sell wid me Storm. Den aftea we finish sellin' we'se gonna start teachin' ya ta use a slingshot and 'ow ta fight. Got it?," said Spot nonchalantly.
"Shoah," replied Storm.
Spot led her to his usual selling spot. As he sold papers his mind kept returning to that morning. The kiss they had shared was like none he'd ever experienced. Even his beloved Cat Mahoney had never kissed him like that. Thoughts of Cat still hurt. He missed her deeply. Kissing Storm had made Spot begin to wonder if he had ever really loved Cat. He had cared about her that was true but to actually love her seemed a stretch.
Storm's thoughts also revolved around their kiss. She cared about Spot but he seemed to have been hurt very badly. Storm would just have to wait for him to finish getting over whoever it was. Storm sighed after she sold her last paper. She noticed Spot had sold his last one, too, so she walked over.
"Ready for lunch?," asked Spot when she reached him.
"Of course," came her reply.
"'Ow 'bout some pasta?," he asked and when she nodded he led her to one of his favorite restaurants. When they got there Spot and Storm were shown to Spot's 'usual table'. They both decided on zitti with maranara sauce.
They talked about the headlines they had created and the people they had sold papers, too, as they waited for their food.
When their food came, they sat silently and ate for a few minutes when Storm broke the silence.
"So do ya often bring yer dates 'ere? I mean da guy called dis yer 'usual table',"said Storm nochalantly.
Spot quickly looked at her. "Why do ya ask? Is my personal life of interest ta ya?"
"I jist wondered. It seemed weird ta 'ave a 'usual table' widout da fact dat ya bring a lot of goils 'ere."
"I used ta bring a lot o' goils 'ere. Especially Cat. She loved it 'ere," he said, looking at his plate.
"I shouldn't o' brought it up. Obviously ya loved Cat a lot. It must hurt ta talk about 'er."
"I didn't exactly love 'er, but I did care a lot about 'er."
"Why did she leave?"
"Because she couldn't love a newsie. She was rich and I met 'er on da street selling papes. Everything was fine fer a while but den one day I woke up and all dat was left was a note sayin' dat she was movin' away and dat it was too 'ard ta be wid a newsie."
"What did she look like?"
"She 'ad dese catlike green eyes and long, beautiful black 'air. She was beautiful..." ~But not as beautiful as you~, he added, looking at Storm.
The subject of the conversation changed to the Bronx-Harlem fight and how Jack and Spot were going to handle it. Then after they finished eating, they walked to an empty warehouse where Storm was taught by Spot and Shooter how to use a Slingshot. By the end of practice Storm could shoot better then most of the Brooklyn newsies. Spot told her the next day she would learn to fight. They went back to the lodging house and went to bed.
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Woo!!!!...Third Chappie today!!! Wow!!! I'm proud of myself....Well please review and this will be my last chappie for today.....lol...I think....
~Molly
