Chapter 3: Ain't you'se a happy ballerina?

The next morning I wok up grinning. I wasn't sure what I was gonna do, but I knew it had to be bad.

"So, I didn't know ya had a little crush..." Race said smiling. He was cute...really cute...

I gaped. "You did hear what I said, didnt you?" I kinda went all squinty on him trying to look mad. Wasn't working.

"Yea, most of it..." He was laughing now. *great, peachy...who am I kidding? DAMN!*

"Look, if you hoid (heard) what I'se said, ya shoulda hoid dat I likED him." I smiled at the thought that he couldn't use it against me anymore.

"Liked who?" Blink asked.

"Stormy liked S-" Race started, but I punched him. He stopped, Blink laughed. I sighed *god I love it here!*

I saw Spot coming out of the wash room and saw he was wearing his normal clothes. He looked miserable, I tried to sketch that look in my mind, it made me laugh.

"Alright, whaddo (what do) I got's ta do?" He asked glumly.

"Hmm...foist of all, ya's aint wearing dat." I pointed down to his clothes.

"Whats wrong wid me clothes?" He asked. "Well, on anyoda (any other) day dat would 'ave been fine, but taday, when Im in charge, it jist aint gonna woik." I laughed as I motioned for him to follow me.

I grabbed high heels and my too-too (you knot the type, the pink ones with the frilly things and the lace) and made him put it on.

"WHAT?!" He ranted. "DA BROOKLYN LEADA WEAR DAT-DAT-T'ING? I'SE DONT T'INK SO GOILY, YOU'SE LOST YA MARBLES OR SUMTHIN CAUSE THAT AINT NEVA GONNA HAPPEN!"

Five Minutes Later

"good, good, now Spot, turn around and let me see the lace in the back."

"Hmm...Good." I laughed, I couldn't hold it in. "Now, was dat so hard?"

He glared at me. "Look, 'ow long till I'se can take it off?"

"Hmm...I'm not sure yet, but OH MY GOD! How could I forget?!" I pretended to hit myself on the head. "Your Bra!"

"BRA!?" He said, gaping at me.

"Of coise, now..." I said as I put the red padded bra on him "You really are too flat, we're gonna have to change that. I grabbed the tissue box and put it in the bra. He flinched when the corner of the box hit him. *Maybe I should have taken them out of the box....nah...he'll be ok...* I smiled to myself.

"Poifect." I told him.

"So, remind me again, when can I take dis off?"

"I guess afta we go to Tibby's, maybe, if ya nice ta me I'se will letcha take it off afta your done selling your papes."

"Dat long...?"

"Yea dat long, and ya bettah be nice or ya aint taking it off before Tibby's!" I said forcefully.

"So, I can jist take it off when I'se is done wit me papes?"

"Yea maybe..." *HA! Fat chance you overgrown ass! mwa ha! mwa ha ha!*

He walked out and I watched him from the roof. I heard the roars of laughter and almost felt bad.

*No, whatcha thinkin', you'se cant go all soft fer 'im again! Damn you! Besides, I'se already like Race, and he loves me! He jist dont know it yet...*

Spot had finished selling his papes in 45 minutes time and practically ran back to the Lodging House.

"Well, aint you da happy ballerina?" I asked him sarcastically.

He let out a low growl then said angrily "Can I'se change er wat?!"

I sighed "Your no fun..." I watched for a reaction but he just kept glaring. I pouted. "Fine, goes change..." I mumbled something but he didn't here me.