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the next chapter) along with Britannia's parents and sister.
Shout Out's: Hola las muchachas! I love you all! Please remember to REVIEW!! Or email me at LoserBabe96@yahoo.com/ . Aight, thanks so much to you ladies and fellas(if there are any out there reading this). Newsies dipped in chocolate for reviewers!! xo Vixen xo Chapter 3: Facing fears
"Vixen! Le's go!" I continued to pretend like I was sleeping. Spot knew I was up, and kept persisting, "Chelsea git ya lazy ass up! Ya promised me ya would sell and you are going to. Now git.."
My lips smothered his words, quieting him, "Now, can I'se please stay?"
"No, git up!" I tried my best puppy dog face but he refused to give in. I forced myself up, and took my time getting ready. Spot waited though, and dragged me by my arm to the DO.
I drifted to the back of the crowd, but soon Spot was pulling me foward. I caught a glimpse of Sweets, she looked as shooken up as I did. I knew I couldn't leave, so I simply grabbed onto Spot. I held him close, and refused to look up. My eyes were closed and my head rested on his shoulder, his body in front of me protecting me.
"Wha's up wit her?" questioned Jack. Spot merely shook his head not knowing the answer. Mush and Sprite stood quietly behind us, acting as confused by my actions as well. Alicat too kept quiet, not be able to look up at Spot. She feared he would see into her eyes and see the truth.
"Aww, ain't that ... Ouch! Wha ya hittin me for?" Race was complaining like he did when Clue scolded him.
"Leave her alone! Maybe she jist don't feel good," Clue reasoned even though she knew there was more behind it.
Sweets stood with a stern face pretending like it was just another day. Blink held her in his arms, and gazed upon Spot and I as everyone tried to make something out of my solemn actions. With her nerves being out of control, she grabbed one of Blink's cigs and lit it up. Taking a long drag on it, and then another, trying to relax.
We both jumped a bit when the group of three appeared in the office. Weasel was as moody as always, and the Delancey's were acting like the asses they were.
"Heya Cowboy! Where were ya? Ya 'fraid we'd beat ya?" Morris asked Jack as he searched through th daily paper.
"I'se jist figured ya bois could use a break. Seeing as I have whooped ya asses everyday for the last, oh I dunno, 5 yeahs(years)," Jack replied smugly(AN:Sorry bout spelling or if that's not even a word). They scoffed and Jack simply took his usual amount and walked away.
Spot pulled away from me, and moved up to the counter to get his own papes. I stood frozen, not wanting to move in fear they would notice me. But no long after Spot moved down the steps to sit beside Jack and scan the headlines, I was shoved by the other newsies. I stumbled forward and stopped just in time to see Oscar's expression change. His lips formed an evil smile, and his eyes sparkled.
"Heya Morris! Look wha we got here," The words he spoke were like the entire event was happening all over again.
I began to move back, receiving questionable glances from the group of working boys and girls. Sweets too was now clutching onto Blink. Her nails dug into his arm and his hand seemed to be turning blue. I was lost in the events of the nightmare as they flooded into my brain. I wasn't paying attention to how far I was going back.
"Vixen!" Spot shouted and I looked his way, drawing myself from the past. I didn't even realize I was falling down from the platform until I had hit the ground.
I felt his arms go around me, cradling me like a mother does a baby, "Baby, you'se okay?"
I just sat there, looking into his eyes. But then I heard their evil voices ring through my ears, and I had to remove my stare. I didn't know what to do, Spot deserved someone else. Someone to be true to him, that didn't have secrets to keep. Soon, I felt myself being lifted off the ground. I was shocked to see it was Jack and not Spot.
Words finally came to my mouth, "Jack.I'se fine. Put me down."
He looked skeptically at me, but obliged my wishes. I was surrounded by the girls, and noticed Sweets was the one who was embracing me. "Goils, I'se fine." None of them believed me, but shut up at least.
Everyone was getting back in line, except Sweets and I. I knew I had to get over my fears, and why not start now.
"Sweets, we'se gotta git ovah dis. C'mon lets go an git our papes."
We walked up behind Blink, who was buying his papes. We grabbed each others' hands and moved up to the counter.
"150 papes," We said quickly, both shaking.
"Hiya ladies. How you'se doin?" Weasel asked almost sounding sincere.
"Fine, Weas. T'anks." Was all he got back from Sweets. We went to grab our papes Morris was holding.
As we grabbed onto the one end, he tugged back on them. "How bout you'se come wit me, and you'se won' have tah worry bout sellin' dose papes. I'se sure me bruddah, here, could come along too. Ya know, tah help us out."
We both choked back tears, gulping hard. Sweets and I latched onto our papes, and yanked back. He released them, making us go backwards a ways.
"Why don't ya jist drop dead Morris," came the sweet voice of Kat. We looked behind us, and saw the entire mass of girls were standing there supporting us. "Git a life! You'se so ugly, da leeches wouldn't even come near ya! Go fuck off!" Yelled Sprite, which slightly surprised us, considering her sweet personality.
Sweets and I smiled, and joined in. "Oscar, Morris, please who would be stupid enough to go wit you? I'se mean, wha' would we git out of it but end up going blind?" I told them. Sweets added, "Yeah, aftah looking at you, I'se wouldn't be able see. Not tah mention ya odah! God, jist give us a nosebleed now!"
We felt a little more confident and strong willed now that we told them off.
"Dat'll show dem," Announced Clue.
Kat had been scanning me suspiciously since I fell, but was trying to keep it to herself. She had made herself promise to keep all the evidence to herself, and keep quiet until she knew more.
"Kat, lets go hunnie," Bumlets called to her from across the way. She took her focus of me and caught up with Bumlets.
Clue of course found Race in Central Park selling his papers on his way to the racetracks.
"Wha, ya couldn't wait?"
He shook his head, "I'se got a hot tip on da fourth and I'se wanna git me bets in."
She sighed loudly, "Higgins, is dat what ya life is always gonna revolve 'round? The tracks? Gambling? Because I'se don' know if I can compahe(compare) to all o' dat."
"Clue, babe, what ya sayin? I'se love ya, and I'se a'ways will. But I'se need me races too."
"Yeah, well, I'se love ya, too. But I'se not gonna compete for you heart with a bunch of horses."
"You'se tryin tah break up wit me?"
"Race, dats da last thing I'se wanna do. All I'se tryin tah figure out is if I'se need tah."
"No! Stop actin' like dat. Why ya gotta say stuff tah make me feel bad? You'se the only thing I'se got and all I'se want. So if ya ain't happy wit it den I'se guess maybe ya should. But I'se don want ya to because I'se do love ya wit all me heart."
Clue was silent thinking to herself, she was acting silly. She was perfectly fine and there was no reason to make a mess out of something great.
"I'se sawrry, sweetie. I'se don' know wha got into tah me. I'se love ya and I'se know you love me." Clue placed a sweet, lingering kiss on his lips and walked hand in hand to the races.
Jack and Spot were waiting for me at the Horace Greeley Statue. I was not surprised to see that they all ready had a lighter load to carry, being the two best newsies in all of New York.
"Vixen, you'se okay?"
I nodded at my brother's concern, " Yeah, I'se jist a lil overworked by dis one."
I nudged Spot in the side, and he scoffed, "Right, I'se over woik ya. Ya nevah sell here when we'se come, and ya been slackin off at home, too."
"Shuddup!" We joked both and forth, annoying Jack until he walked away.
Shout Out's: Hola las muchachas! I love you all! Please remember to REVIEW!! Or email me at LoserBabe96@yahoo.com/ . Aight, thanks so much to you ladies and fellas(if there are any out there reading this). Newsies dipped in chocolate for reviewers!! xo Vixen xo Chapter 3: Facing fears
"Vixen! Le's go!" I continued to pretend like I was sleeping. Spot knew I was up, and kept persisting, "Chelsea git ya lazy ass up! Ya promised me ya would sell and you are going to. Now git.."
My lips smothered his words, quieting him, "Now, can I'se please stay?"
"No, git up!" I tried my best puppy dog face but he refused to give in. I forced myself up, and took my time getting ready. Spot waited though, and dragged me by my arm to the DO.
I drifted to the back of the crowd, but soon Spot was pulling me foward. I caught a glimpse of Sweets, she looked as shooken up as I did. I knew I couldn't leave, so I simply grabbed onto Spot. I held him close, and refused to look up. My eyes were closed and my head rested on his shoulder, his body in front of me protecting me.
"Wha's up wit her?" questioned Jack. Spot merely shook his head not knowing the answer. Mush and Sprite stood quietly behind us, acting as confused by my actions as well. Alicat too kept quiet, not be able to look up at Spot. She feared he would see into her eyes and see the truth.
"Aww, ain't that ... Ouch! Wha ya hittin me for?" Race was complaining like he did when Clue scolded him.
"Leave her alone! Maybe she jist don't feel good," Clue reasoned even though she knew there was more behind it.
Sweets stood with a stern face pretending like it was just another day. Blink held her in his arms, and gazed upon Spot and I as everyone tried to make something out of my solemn actions. With her nerves being out of control, she grabbed one of Blink's cigs and lit it up. Taking a long drag on it, and then another, trying to relax.
We both jumped a bit when the group of three appeared in the office. Weasel was as moody as always, and the Delancey's were acting like the asses they were.
"Heya Cowboy! Where were ya? Ya 'fraid we'd beat ya?" Morris asked Jack as he searched through th daily paper.
"I'se jist figured ya bois could use a break. Seeing as I have whooped ya asses everyday for the last, oh I dunno, 5 yeahs(years)," Jack replied smugly(AN:Sorry bout spelling or if that's not even a word). They scoffed and Jack simply took his usual amount and walked away.
Spot pulled away from me, and moved up to the counter to get his own papes. I stood frozen, not wanting to move in fear they would notice me. But no long after Spot moved down the steps to sit beside Jack and scan the headlines, I was shoved by the other newsies. I stumbled forward and stopped just in time to see Oscar's expression change. His lips formed an evil smile, and his eyes sparkled.
"Heya Morris! Look wha we got here," The words he spoke were like the entire event was happening all over again.
I began to move back, receiving questionable glances from the group of working boys and girls. Sweets too was now clutching onto Blink. Her nails dug into his arm and his hand seemed to be turning blue. I was lost in the events of the nightmare as they flooded into my brain. I wasn't paying attention to how far I was going back.
"Vixen!" Spot shouted and I looked his way, drawing myself from the past. I didn't even realize I was falling down from the platform until I had hit the ground.
I felt his arms go around me, cradling me like a mother does a baby, "Baby, you'se okay?"
I just sat there, looking into his eyes. But then I heard their evil voices ring through my ears, and I had to remove my stare. I didn't know what to do, Spot deserved someone else. Someone to be true to him, that didn't have secrets to keep. Soon, I felt myself being lifted off the ground. I was shocked to see it was Jack and not Spot.
Words finally came to my mouth, "Jack.I'se fine. Put me down."
He looked skeptically at me, but obliged my wishes. I was surrounded by the girls, and noticed Sweets was the one who was embracing me. "Goils, I'se fine." None of them believed me, but shut up at least.
Everyone was getting back in line, except Sweets and I. I knew I had to get over my fears, and why not start now.
"Sweets, we'se gotta git ovah dis. C'mon lets go an git our papes."
We walked up behind Blink, who was buying his papes. We grabbed each others' hands and moved up to the counter.
"150 papes," We said quickly, both shaking.
"Hiya ladies. How you'se doin?" Weasel asked almost sounding sincere.
"Fine, Weas. T'anks." Was all he got back from Sweets. We went to grab our papes Morris was holding.
As we grabbed onto the one end, he tugged back on them. "How bout you'se come wit me, and you'se won' have tah worry bout sellin' dose papes. I'se sure me bruddah, here, could come along too. Ya know, tah help us out."
We both choked back tears, gulping hard. Sweets and I latched onto our papes, and yanked back. He released them, making us go backwards a ways.
"Why don't ya jist drop dead Morris," came the sweet voice of Kat. We looked behind us, and saw the entire mass of girls were standing there supporting us. "Git a life! You'se so ugly, da leeches wouldn't even come near ya! Go fuck off!" Yelled Sprite, which slightly surprised us, considering her sweet personality.
Sweets and I smiled, and joined in. "Oscar, Morris, please who would be stupid enough to go wit you? I'se mean, wha' would we git out of it but end up going blind?" I told them. Sweets added, "Yeah, aftah looking at you, I'se wouldn't be able see. Not tah mention ya odah! God, jist give us a nosebleed now!"
We felt a little more confident and strong willed now that we told them off.
"Dat'll show dem," Announced Clue.
Kat had been scanning me suspiciously since I fell, but was trying to keep it to herself. She had made herself promise to keep all the evidence to herself, and keep quiet until she knew more.
"Kat, lets go hunnie," Bumlets called to her from across the way. She took her focus of me and caught up with Bumlets.
Clue of course found Race in Central Park selling his papers on his way to the racetracks.
"Wha, ya couldn't wait?"
He shook his head, "I'se got a hot tip on da fourth and I'se wanna git me bets in."
She sighed loudly, "Higgins, is dat what ya life is always gonna revolve 'round? The tracks? Gambling? Because I'se don' know if I can compahe(compare) to all o' dat."
"Clue, babe, what ya sayin? I'se love ya, and I'se a'ways will. But I'se need me races too."
"Yeah, well, I'se love ya, too. But I'se not gonna compete for you heart with a bunch of horses."
"You'se tryin tah break up wit me?"
"Race, dats da last thing I'se wanna do. All I'se tryin tah figure out is if I'se need tah."
"No! Stop actin' like dat. Why ya gotta say stuff tah make me feel bad? You'se the only thing I'se got and all I'se want. So if ya ain't happy wit it den I'se guess maybe ya should. But I'se don want ya to because I'se do love ya wit all me heart."
Clue was silent thinking to herself, she was acting silly. She was perfectly fine and there was no reason to make a mess out of something great.
"I'se sawrry, sweetie. I'se don' know wha got into tah me. I'se love ya and I'se know you love me." Clue placed a sweet, lingering kiss on his lips and walked hand in hand to the races.
Jack and Spot were waiting for me at the Horace Greeley Statue. I was not surprised to see that they all ready had a lighter load to carry, being the two best newsies in all of New York.
"Vixen, you'se okay?"
I nodded at my brother's concern, " Yeah, I'se jist a lil overworked by dis one."
I nudged Spot in the side, and he scoffed, "Right, I'se over woik ya. Ya nevah sell here when we'se come, and ya been slackin off at home, too."
"Shuddup!" We joked both and forth, annoying Jack until he walked away.