Chapter 4:
I pulled away from him. I looked into his deep eyes, and then what he said hit me. Not so much what he said, how he said it.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" he asked in the confusion of the broken moment. Suspicion confirmed.
"Your Accent!" I screamed in horror. It can't be.
"What?" Ink said.
"Oh SHIT! It can't be, this can't be happening! Why?" Ink just stared at me, looking crushed. "Oh NO, no no. It isn't you, really. Just look around, tell me what you see." I looked around at the dusty, empty room. No rusty cot like in Spot's.
"Oh my God!" He said, FINALLY coming to the realization of what happened. "What are you wearing? What am I wearing?" he practically screamed. Obviously this newsboy didn't like the denim look. He was in what looked like beat-up old blue jean cargo shorts and a large T-shirt that said "I've gone to find myself. If I return before I get back, keep me here"
"I am SO sorry! I didn't mean to pull you into this mess-"
"Wait. Is this why you wouldn't tell me where you were from? What are you, an Alien?"
"No! You've got it all wrong. I know just as much about what's going on that you do. All I can tell you is that it's the year 2004, not-what year was it?"
"1900." He said, giving me another look of disbelief. "So what you're saying is that you time-traveled? S what, you were going to have a fling with some guy from my time and go home and never think about him again?!?"
"NO! I'm telling you, I have no idea what happened." My eyes were starting to water, I was going to cry. At a time like this, who wouldn't? "I was walking out of a restaurant, being chased by some asshole, and then everything started." I launched into the story of how it all happened.
"Does Spot know?" he asked. Why would he ask that? Does it matter?
"No, just you," I get it now, he wants to know if I trusted Spot and not him. How sweet. "You shouldn't worry, we'll be back in your time in no time." I said, realizing only after I had said it that it probly sounded way funky.
"How 'bout you show me your time, and when we get back, I'll show you mine?"
"That sounds great, but under one condition, neither of us tell anyone else about the time-hopping thing. I really don't want to be responsible for some major cosmic screw up."
"Sounds good to me."
We walked for about ten minutes in silence. That was, of course, after the shock of seeing what happened to his precious LH.
"So, how old are you?" Ink asked me out of nowhere. I just realized the fact that I hadn't told anyone that.
"Thirteen. You?" Hey, it's worth a shot.
"Fourteen. Thirteen? Wow, if you don't mind my saying, you definantly don't look it."
"So I've been told." Yes, I've been told that a lot. The youngest anyone has assumed my age was in the last year was fifteen.
"I think Spot thought you were older. He's seventeen, you know."
"Yes, I knew that." So he IS Newsies' Spot. That's way creepy.
"Holy crap! Would you look at how different it is?" Ink said as we approached the Brooklyn Bridge.
"A hundred and four years can do that to something." It was at that second that I realized. Things will never be the same. Ever. Things were so good with Ink, but the only reason we ever met each other was some cosmic blip. Things are very bad. One hundred and four years. He'd be dead before I was borne.
"Look at everything. It's magnificent! So big. I'm finding it hard to believe we will ever be able to build such tall buildings." He broke my line of thought, which was good. I didn't like where it was going.
"There is so much I want you to see, so much there is for you to learn." I stopped and thought a moment. "But you shouldn't see or learn any of it."
"Mandy, we were brought together for some reason, some great reason. Can't you see that?"
"All that I can see right now is that I am suddenly falling for a guy that wouldn't even be ALIVE by the time I was borne." Did I say that out loud?
"You're correct. This is probly some cosmic mistake, but we can enjoy it whilst it lasts, can't we? This is the kind of thing that never happens, something is special about you, I know it."
"OK, I s'pose we can milk this day for all it's worth, now, how 'bout some doughnuts?"
"What's a doughnut?"
"My friend, you have much to learn." We walked off the bridge and down a road leading to a Dunk'n Doughnuts. He draped his arm over my shoulders as we walked. It was almost a triumphant gesture, like he'd won something.
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Yes, it's getting stranger. You all are so nice! Thank you far all of the reviews. Now I'm gonna do some shout outs.
Marchione- thank you so much!
Race Da Hottie- *crosses fingers behind back* I didn't put Eddie in. (Very good thing that he hates Newsies)
Volcanous- Yes, the kisser is hot, Ink somehow traveled back to '04 with Mandy (Thus the lack of accent)
Shorty Carter- Thank you SO much! Thanks a bunches for the magical brownies, very tasty.
Thank you all again, I luv you peoples. Please send me more reviews, it makes me feel liked and appreciated.
I pulled away from him. I looked into his deep eyes, and then what he said hit me. Not so much what he said, how he said it.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" he asked in the confusion of the broken moment. Suspicion confirmed.
"Your Accent!" I screamed in horror. It can't be.
"What?" Ink said.
"Oh SHIT! It can't be, this can't be happening! Why?" Ink just stared at me, looking crushed. "Oh NO, no no. It isn't you, really. Just look around, tell me what you see." I looked around at the dusty, empty room. No rusty cot like in Spot's.
"Oh my God!" He said, FINALLY coming to the realization of what happened. "What are you wearing? What am I wearing?" he practically screamed. Obviously this newsboy didn't like the denim look. He was in what looked like beat-up old blue jean cargo shorts and a large T-shirt that said "I've gone to find myself. If I return before I get back, keep me here"
"I am SO sorry! I didn't mean to pull you into this mess-"
"Wait. Is this why you wouldn't tell me where you were from? What are you, an Alien?"
"No! You've got it all wrong. I know just as much about what's going on that you do. All I can tell you is that it's the year 2004, not-what year was it?"
"1900." He said, giving me another look of disbelief. "So what you're saying is that you time-traveled? S what, you were going to have a fling with some guy from my time and go home and never think about him again?!?"
"NO! I'm telling you, I have no idea what happened." My eyes were starting to water, I was going to cry. At a time like this, who wouldn't? "I was walking out of a restaurant, being chased by some asshole, and then everything started." I launched into the story of how it all happened.
"Does Spot know?" he asked. Why would he ask that? Does it matter?
"No, just you," I get it now, he wants to know if I trusted Spot and not him. How sweet. "You shouldn't worry, we'll be back in your time in no time." I said, realizing only after I had said it that it probly sounded way funky.
"How 'bout you show me your time, and when we get back, I'll show you mine?"
"That sounds great, but under one condition, neither of us tell anyone else about the time-hopping thing. I really don't want to be responsible for some major cosmic screw up."
"Sounds good to me."
We walked for about ten minutes in silence. That was, of course, after the shock of seeing what happened to his precious LH.
"So, how old are you?" Ink asked me out of nowhere. I just realized the fact that I hadn't told anyone that.
"Thirteen. You?" Hey, it's worth a shot.
"Fourteen. Thirteen? Wow, if you don't mind my saying, you definantly don't look it."
"So I've been told." Yes, I've been told that a lot. The youngest anyone has assumed my age was in the last year was fifteen.
"I think Spot thought you were older. He's seventeen, you know."
"Yes, I knew that." So he IS Newsies' Spot. That's way creepy.
"Holy crap! Would you look at how different it is?" Ink said as we approached the Brooklyn Bridge.
"A hundred and four years can do that to something." It was at that second that I realized. Things will never be the same. Ever. Things were so good with Ink, but the only reason we ever met each other was some cosmic blip. Things are very bad. One hundred and four years. He'd be dead before I was borne.
"Look at everything. It's magnificent! So big. I'm finding it hard to believe we will ever be able to build such tall buildings." He broke my line of thought, which was good. I didn't like where it was going.
"There is so much I want you to see, so much there is for you to learn." I stopped and thought a moment. "But you shouldn't see or learn any of it."
"Mandy, we were brought together for some reason, some great reason. Can't you see that?"
"All that I can see right now is that I am suddenly falling for a guy that wouldn't even be ALIVE by the time I was borne." Did I say that out loud?
"You're correct. This is probly some cosmic mistake, but we can enjoy it whilst it lasts, can't we? This is the kind of thing that never happens, something is special about you, I know it."
"OK, I s'pose we can milk this day for all it's worth, now, how 'bout some doughnuts?"
"What's a doughnut?"
"My friend, you have much to learn." We walked off the bridge and down a road leading to a Dunk'n Doughnuts. He draped his arm over my shoulders as we walked. It was almost a triumphant gesture, like he'd won something.
___________________~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~____________________
Yes, it's getting stranger. You all are so nice! Thank you far all of the reviews. Now I'm gonna do some shout outs.
Marchione- thank you so much!
Race Da Hottie- *crosses fingers behind back* I didn't put Eddie in. (Very good thing that he hates Newsies)
Volcanous- Yes, the kisser is hot, Ink somehow traveled back to '04 with Mandy (Thus the lack of accent)
Shorty Carter- Thank you SO much! Thanks a bunches for the magical brownies, very tasty.
Thank you all again, I luv you peoples. Please send me more reviews, it makes me feel liked and appreciated.
