Chapter 8:
The door burst open suddenly, with the type of force that could easily knock it off it's hinges. I swear it had probably been kicked. Spot ran in suddenly and pushed Ink off the bed.
"Are you OK?" he started, kneeling beside the bed. "I's so sorry I wasn't here to be there for ya when you woke up." He sounded so sincere, it was sort of creepy. He started to say something else, but I cut him off.
"Spot, I'm fine." He just stared in disbelief. "Really, Ink was here ta help me." Now he was looking really pissed. I turned helplessly to Ink, looking for help. He looked like a puppy that had been kicked. How had he survived in Brooklyn?
"What do ya mean, 'Ink was here'?" There was something in his voice that hadn't been there before. Was it jealousy? "No, ferget that. I'm here now, ta take care a ya."
Ink cleared his throat. "I think I's got it unda control." Yay, Ink can stand up for himself. Yes, yes, YES! Get Spot out of here, so we can be alone and finish our conversation.
"No, Ink, why don't you go and git some woik done?" No, no, NO! Don't leave me alone with this obviously obsessive person. No telling what might happen, and it's hard to avoid someone or run away when you're bed-ridden.
"Umm," he hesitated, "I really do have to git some woik done. But I don't want ta leave Mandy alone."
"She won't be alone, I'll be here," Spot is scaring me now. Please don't leave.
" Well, Spot, I see your point, but." He was looking for a reason to stay.
"But," Baby jumped in, "I've been sellin' double me usual papes ta make up fer him." Thank God for people that understand me.
"In that case, would ya give us a couple a minutes alone?" He obviously didn't like being shot down.
They left. The stupid people! They just left. Ink was a bit reluctant, but he still left without a fight. Does he think it's safe to leave Spot alone with me? I don't.
Spot's mood changed the second the door shut. The pissed off SOB was gone, with no trace that that side of Spot was ever there. I didn't know whether to be relieved or more scared. He sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned in close, but didn't do what I had expected. He pulled out a rose.
"What is this?" I asked. I didn't take him to be that much of a gentleman. But I guess you really can't judge a book by it's cover.
"That date I promised you before da fight." Oh my gosh, I had forgotten completely about that. Now I know why he was so anxious to be alone with me. "You know, ta git ta know eachotas."
"That is so sweet, but I'm not sure if dis is da right time." He tried to say something, but I wouldn't let him. "We was havin' a very important convasation." And that was the truth.
"What was so important about it?" He can't just drop it, can he?
"Spot, well, I figure you already know something about it." He probably should. "It's about what happened the last week."
"About the funny cloths and giant buildings?" Good, he didn't get it. But now he knows it's important, so I have to explain.
"Yes, about that." I hesitated a moment. "It was the future. The year 2004. The time I'm from." He was stunned. He just stared for a moment, then stood up.
"Is you tryin' ta tell me you's from da future?" I nodded. "How is dat possible? Do you'se have a time machine or somehtin'? Please, do explain this."
"Well, I wish I could." If looks could kill, I'd long since be dead. "That's what we was discussin' earlier." He's not buying. "Really, Baby's in the same sitiation as me. But I think she knows more. Please, would you let them back in sos we can at least TRY ta figure out what happened?"
"If I cin stay and help." He's serious! "I'd like ta know what happened me-self. Is not fair that Ink gits ta know what's goin' on, and I don't. I'm part a dis, too." He's right. Like it or not, he's in this.
I never had to answer, 'cause at that moment the door creaked open and Ink and Baby came in. This is good. Very good. I at least hope that Baby knows somethin' more.
"You told him!" Not quite the greeting I'd expected. "How could you tell HIM?!? It's bad enough that Ink knows, but now Spot? You are going ta send the fate of the world crashing down!"
"He already knew a little bit of it," I said weekly, "I just filled in some a de blanks. Honest." She doesn't believe me.
"Fine, since 'e already knows, 'e might as well help us." OK, that's more like it. I knew she'd understand.
"OK, let's figua dis out sos we cin send you two home and we cin go back to bein' newsies." I can't believe Ink was saying that. "
"Ink." I had to tell him that I'd decided to stay here in the past. "I don't want ta go back."
"Mandy! You can't mean that. You have so much going fer ya back in Hawaii." Baby doesn't get it.
"No, you 'ave allot goin' fer ya back in Hawaii. I fit betta here," the looks of relief and disbelief were incredibly obvious. I'm serious, I want to stay.
"Hawaii?" Ink and Spot said, coming out of their trance in unison.
"Shit, another mistake." Now we'd have to explain how Hawaii would become a state in like, 50 years. That would be a shock to them when they're 60 some and something we tell them now happens.
"It's a state that isn't a state yet," Baby jumped in, saving me from the explination. "Don't ask questions. We don't have answers."
"OK, now let's figua out exactly what's goin' on." Spot said. Something tells me that we aren't gonna get too far in the near future. Or the distant future, for that matter.
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I'm so sorry about this particular chapter. I think I should re-write the entire thing. I lost my train of thought half way through, but it's not my fault. My baby sister was crying and really needed some attention. Please review. Should I redo this chapter?
The door burst open suddenly, with the type of force that could easily knock it off it's hinges. I swear it had probably been kicked. Spot ran in suddenly and pushed Ink off the bed.
"Are you OK?" he started, kneeling beside the bed. "I's so sorry I wasn't here to be there for ya when you woke up." He sounded so sincere, it was sort of creepy. He started to say something else, but I cut him off.
"Spot, I'm fine." He just stared in disbelief. "Really, Ink was here ta help me." Now he was looking really pissed. I turned helplessly to Ink, looking for help. He looked like a puppy that had been kicked. How had he survived in Brooklyn?
"What do ya mean, 'Ink was here'?" There was something in his voice that hadn't been there before. Was it jealousy? "No, ferget that. I'm here now, ta take care a ya."
Ink cleared his throat. "I think I's got it unda control." Yay, Ink can stand up for himself. Yes, yes, YES! Get Spot out of here, so we can be alone and finish our conversation.
"No, Ink, why don't you go and git some woik done?" No, no, NO! Don't leave me alone with this obviously obsessive person. No telling what might happen, and it's hard to avoid someone or run away when you're bed-ridden.
"Umm," he hesitated, "I really do have to git some woik done. But I don't want ta leave Mandy alone."
"She won't be alone, I'll be here," Spot is scaring me now. Please don't leave.
" Well, Spot, I see your point, but." He was looking for a reason to stay.
"But," Baby jumped in, "I've been sellin' double me usual papes ta make up fer him." Thank God for people that understand me.
"In that case, would ya give us a couple a minutes alone?" He obviously didn't like being shot down.
They left. The stupid people! They just left. Ink was a bit reluctant, but he still left without a fight. Does he think it's safe to leave Spot alone with me? I don't.
Spot's mood changed the second the door shut. The pissed off SOB was gone, with no trace that that side of Spot was ever there. I didn't know whether to be relieved or more scared. He sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned in close, but didn't do what I had expected. He pulled out a rose.
"What is this?" I asked. I didn't take him to be that much of a gentleman. But I guess you really can't judge a book by it's cover.
"That date I promised you before da fight." Oh my gosh, I had forgotten completely about that. Now I know why he was so anxious to be alone with me. "You know, ta git ta know eachotas."
"That is so sweet, but I'm not sure if dis is da right time." He tried to say something, but I wouldn't let him. "We was havin' a very important convasation." And that was the truth.
"What was so important about it?" He can't just drop it, can he?
"Spot, well, I figure you already know something about it." He probably should. "It's about what happened the last week."
"About the funny cloths and giant buildings?" Good, he didn't get it. But now he knows it's important, so I have to explain.
"Yes, about that." I hesitated a moment. "It was the future. The year 2004. The time I'm from." He was stunned. He just stared for a moment, then stood up.
"Is you tryin' ta tell me you's from da future?" I nodded. "How is dat possible? Do you'se have a time machine or somehtin'? Please, do explain this."
"Well, I wish I could." If looks could kill, I'd long since be dead. "That's what we was discussin' earlier." He's not buying. "Really, Baby's in the same sitiation as me. But I think she knows more. Please, would you let them back in sos we can at least TRY ta figure out what happened?"
"If I cin stay and help." He's serious! "I'd like ta know what happened me-self. Is not fair that Ink gits ta know what's goin' on, and I don't. I'm part a dis, too." He's right. Like it or not, he's in this.
I never had to answer, 'cause at that moment the door creaked open and Ink and Baby came in. This is good. Very good. I at least hope that Baby knows somethin' more.
"You told him!" Not quite the greeting I'd expected. "How could you tell HIM?!? It's bad enough that Ink knows, but now Spot? You are going ta send the fate of the world crashing down!"
"He already knew a little bit of it," I said weekly, "I just filled in some a de blanks. Honest." She doesn't believe me.
"Fine, since 'e already knows, 'e might as well help us." OK, that's more like it. I knew she'd understand.
"OK, let's figua dis out sos we cin send you two home and we cin go back to bein' newsies." I can't believe Ink was saying that. "
"Ink." I had to tell him that I'd decided to stay here in the past. "I don't want ta go back."
"Mandy! You can't mean that. You have so much going fer ya back in Hawaii." Baby doesn't get it.
"No, you 'ave allot goin' fer ya back in Hawaii. I fit betta here," the looks of relief and disbelief were incredibly obvious. I'm serious, I want to stay.
"Hawaii?" Ink and Spot said, coming out of their trance in unison.
"Shit, another mistake." Now we'd have to explain how Hawaii would become a state in like, 50 years. That would be a shock to them when they're 60 some and something we tell them now happens.
"It's a state that isn't a state yet," Baby jumped in, saving me from the explination. "Don't ask questions. We don't have answers."
"OK, now let's figua out exactly what's goin' on." Spot said. Something tells me that we aren't gonna get too far in the near future. Or the distant future, for that matter.
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I'm so sorry about this particular chapter. I think I should re-write the entire thing. I lost my train of thought half way through, but it's not my fault. My baby sister was crying and really needed some attention. Please review. Should I redo this chapter?
