Disclaimer: I really do wish that I owned newsies. There would be a never
ending mini series if I had control of them.
A/N: I'm listening to Janis Joplin (60's singer) at the moment and that's
why the title is what it is. Thanks for reviewing!
Chapter 6: Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose.
On the way to Tibby's Spot realized something. He had everything
going for him. He was once the King of Brooklyn, or so it seemed. But he'd
lost everything. Well just about everything. Most of Manhattan had taken it
well, well after Jack had calmed everyone down. So he still had his
Manhattan friends and he still had Zack. Thank god for Manhattan and Zack.
Without them, he really would be nothing. But now that his secret was out,
he really didn't have anything to loose. He lost Brooklyn and he had lost
his cane while trying to fight off the newsboys that once were his newsies.
When the couple entered Tibby's, Race waved his hand over to where he
and Cowboy were sitting. "How are ya feelin' Spot?"
"I've been bettah." Spot answered and rubbed his shoulder.
"'ey Spot, I'se been thinking.'"
"Don't hoit yaself Jackey-boy." Spot smirked.
"Well since ya don't got Brooklyn anymoah, ya wanna work heah,
instead of Brooklyn?" Jack said twirling his bandana around with his hand.
Spot looked at Jack for a bit. A new place, old friends, new friends,
new paper to work for, new start, Spot thought. "Yeah, I will."
It was then Spot realized Zack was sitting next to him. He put an arm
around his boyfriend, "Zack, I love ya."
Zack's eyes went wide, "Really?" Spot nodded. "I'se love ya too
Spot."
With that Spot leaned in and kissed Zack, right in front of everyone.
He wasn't under any pressure. He was with Manhattan, with old friends that
he met when the strike was going on, it didn't seem like last year, but it
was. Spot finally had what he wanted. Freedom.
The end
Author's Note: Tell me what you guys think about it. Rant, rave, flame,
praise. Whatever. And no I'm not going to write a sequel. 3 Bitter sweet
dragon
ending mini series if I had control of them.
A/N: I'm listening to Janis Joplin (60's singer) at the moment and that's
why the title is what it is. Thanks for reviewing!
Chapter 6: Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose.
On the way to Tibby's Spot realized something. He had everything
going for him. He was once the King of Brooklyn, or so it seemed. But he'd
lost everything. Well just about everything. Most of Manhattan had taken it
well, well after Jack had calmed everyone down. So he still had his
Manhattan friends and he still had Zack. Thank god for Manhattan and Zack.
Without them, he really would be nothing. But now that his secret was out,
he really didn't have anything to loose. He lost Brooklyn and he had lost
his cane while trying to fight off the newsboys that once were his newsies.
When the couple entered Tibby's, Race waved his hand over to where he
and Cowboy were sitting. "How are ya feelin' Spot?"
"I've been bettah." Spot answered and rubbed his shoulder.
"'ey Spot, I'se been thinking.'"
"Don't hoit yaself Jackey-boy." Spot smirked.
"Well since ya don't got Brooklyn anymoah, ya wanna work heah,
instead of Brooklyn?" Jack said twirling his bandana around with his hand.
Spot looked at Jack for a bit. A new place, old friends, new friends,
new paper to work for, new start, Spot thought. "Yeah, I will."
It was then Spot realized Zack was sitting next to him. He put an arm
around his boyfriend, "Zack, I love ya."
Zack's eyes went wide, "Really?" Spot nodded. "I'se love ya too
Spot."
With that Spot leaned in and kissed Zack, right in front of everyone.
He wasn't under any pressure. He was with Manhattan, with old friends that
he met when the strike was going on, it didn't seem like last year, but it
was. Spot finally had what he wanted. Freedom.
The end
Author's Note: Tell me what you guys think about it. Rant, rave, flame,
praise. Whatever. And no I'm not going to write a sequel. 3 Bitter sweet
dragon