Storm convinced Digger to sell with Suave so that she and Spot could have
some alone time. Digger and Suave talked about trivial things and sold
their papes quickly. Suave took her to Philips' for lunch. Philips' was
just like Tibby's but with a Brooklyn attitude. Digger sat with Suave,
Tags, Bear, and Shooter and picked at her lunch as she half-listened to
them. She excused herself after a while claiming to need some fresh air.
She walked outside and took a deep calming breath. Blink would be having
his usual roast beef sandwich and fries lunch right about now. She felt the
tears come and swore. ~Why can't I get over him?~
"Miss, ya alright?," asked a deep voice. Digger turned and found a stern-looking boy standing there. He was handsome but in a hard way. His jet black hair was tousled and his grey eyes as cold and hard as steel. He had a sharp nose and firm chin.
"Uh...I'se fine. Who are ya?," asked Digger, slightly afraid.
"I'se Stone O'Connor, friend of Spot's," Stone replied monotone. "Who are ya?"
"I'se Diggea Milne, friend of Storm and Spot," she said as she smiled. "I've never 'eard of ya Stone."
"I don't hang around da newsies much. I visit Spot every now and den dough. I met Storm a couple times. Dey seem perfect tageddea, don't dey?"
"Yeah, dey do. Why don't ya hang around da newsies?"
"Some of dem is scared of me. I don't know why but dey are." He shrugged.
"I t'ink I understand why," replied Digger with a slight grin. "Ya look so tough and cold."
"Hmmm...at least now I knows why." Stone shrugged. "Now all I needs ta know is why was ya cryin'?"
"Oh. Umm....it's jist some guy trouble."
"Who's da lucky guy?...Bear?...Tags?...Suave?...Shooter?"
"No, KidBlink from Manhattan."
"Yea I'se met 'im once or twice. So why ya ovea 'ere if ya guy's ovea dere?"
"See dere's a long story fer dat and I knows ya ain't interested in some stranger's problems." Digger started to walk away but he grabbed her arm in a gentle but firm hold.
"Look I'se interested because yer like Storm and Spot towards me. Ya ain't afraid. I already consider youse a friend. So tell me what happened."
Digger did tell him. She told him everything from Slingshot's depression and drunkeness to leaving Manhattan. By the end of the story she was in tears and Stone was holding her to comfort her.
"I dunno what ta do. Should I leave 'im fer good or should I ferget what 'appened and be 'is goil again?"
"Ta answer dat answer dis: Do ya love 'im?"
"Yea. I love Blink more den anyt'ing in da woild."
"Dere's yer answer. Go back and let 'im explain why 'e did what 'e did." Stone looked around. "Well I'se gotta get back ta woik. Remember what I'se told ya. Bye, Diggea," he said as he stood up.
"T'anks Stone. Ya ain't 'alf as tough as ya look," she said as she wiped away her tears.
"Yeah well don't spread it around. I gots a reputation ta keep," he said with a smirk and then left.
"Bye Stone. See ya around," she called after him.
"Stone? Ya met Stone?," asked Storm from behind.
"Yea, he's pretty sweet when he wants to be but don't tell 'im I told ya dat." She smiled.
"Ya 'aven't smiled like dat fer a while," stated Storm as she sat down beside Digger.
"'Aven't really had a reason ta. Look I'se sorry dat I'se been really down lately. Oh and tell Spot I'se sorry fer takin' up most of yer time."
"So are ya going back ta Manhattan?," asked Storm hopefully.
"Maybe but not yet. I'se not ready. Can I still stay 'ere fer a little longer?"
"O coise. Yer always welcome in Brooklyn." Storm hugged her best friend and then they went back to Philips'.
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Chappie #3 for the day!!!!! ....hehehe....okay I have no life, so what???? Please review and go read my story "Loving The Enemy".....
~Molly
"Miss, ya alright?," asked a deep voice. Digger turned and found a stern-looking boy standing there. He was handsome but in a hard way. His jet black hair was tousled and his grey eyes as cold and hard as steel. He had a sharp nose and firm chin.
"Uh...I'se fine. Who are ya?," asked Digger, slightly afraid.
"I'se Stone O'Connor, friend of Spot's," Stone replied monotone. "Who are ya?"
"I'se Diggea Milne, friend of Storm and Spot," she said as she smiled. "I've never 'eard of ya Stone."
"I don't hang around da newsies much. I visit Spot every now and den dough. I met Storm a couple times. Dey seem perfect tageddea, don't dey?"
"Yeah, dey do. Why don't ya hang around da newsies?"
"Some of dem is scared of me. I don't know why but dey are." He shrugged.
"I t'ink I understand why," replied Digger with a slight grin. "Ya look so tough and cold."
"Hmmm...at least now I knows why." Stone shrugged. "Now all I needs ta know is why was ya cryin'?"
"Oh. Umm....it's jist some guy trouble."
"Who's da lucky guy?...Bear?...Tags?...Suave?...Shooter?"
"No, KidBlink from Manhattan."
"Yea I'se met 'im once or twice. So why ya ovea 'ere if ya guy's ovea dere?"
"See dere's a long story fer dat and I knows ya ain't interested in some stranger's problems." Digger started to walk away but he grabbed her arm in a gentle but firm hold.
"Look I'se interested because yer like Storm and Spot towards me. Ya ain't afraid. I already consider youse a friend. So tell me what happened."
Digger did tell him. She told him everything from Slingshot's depression and drunkeness to leaving Manhattan. By the end of the story she was in tears and Stone was holding her to comfort her.
"I dunno what ta do. Should I leave 'im fer good or should I ferget what 'appened and be 'is goil again?"
"Ta answer dat answer dis: Do ya love 'im?"
"Yea. I love Blink more den anyt'ing in da woild."
"Dere's yer answer. Go back and let 'im explain why 'e did what 'e did." Stone looked around. "Well I'se gotta get back ta woik. Remember what I'se told ya. Bye, Diggea," he said as he stood up.
"T'anks Stone. Ya ain't 'alf as tough as ya look," she said as she wiped away her tears.
"Yeah well don't spread it around. I gots a reputation ta keep," he said with a smirk and then left.
"Bye Stone. See ya around," she called after him.
"Stone? Ya met Stone?," asked Storm from behind.
"Yea, he's pretty sweet when he wants to be but don't tell 'im I told ya dat." She smiled.
"Ya 'aven't smiled like dat fer a while," stated Storm as she sat down beside Digger.
"'Aven't really had a reason ta. Look I'se sorry dat I'se been really down lately. Oh and tell Spot I'se sorry fer takin' up most of yer time."
"So are ya going back ta Manhattan?," asked Storm hopefully.
"Maybe but not yet. I'se not ready. Can I still stay 'ere fer a little longer?"
"O coise. Yer always welcome in Brooklyn." Storm hugged her best friend and then they went back to Philips'.
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Chappie #3 for the day!!!!! ....hehehe....okay I have no life, so what???? Please review and go read my story "Loving The Enemy".....
~Molly
