**I love writing! I suppose that's why I've got nine chaps already. Well,
the relationships are begging to unfold and the plot is thickening. Okay
that sounded really corny, but whatever. Okay, not much to say, so chapter
nine is on its way. (I made a rhyme!) Oh Yeah! An important not to all my
friends who have read my spiral: what you have read so far ends in this
chapter. Meaning, some things in this chapter you have not read and every
chapter from this one on will be new to you.**
Chapter Nine
The Brooklyn Newsies found it strange that their leader had a girl, especially one that he seemed to be really serious about. All of the Newsies could tell that Lizzy was different from all of the other girls that Spot had been with. Every morning, you could see Spot and Lizzy down by the docks, watching the sunrise. Whenever Lizzy had to work with Black Sand, Spot would sell his papers as quickly as possible, then run down to the racetracks. Not much else changed though. Spot was just as stern as ever with his Newsies and still soaked people. In fact, Lizzy seemed to encourage it.
One morning, Spot woke up earlier than usual. He jumped down off of his bunk and landed quietly on the floor. He looked at Lizzy sleeping peacefully with a slight smile on her face, and almost decided not to wake her. He changed his mind and gently kissed her on her forehead. Lizzy's eyes flickered open and she smiled up into his handsome face. (A/N- VERY handsome at that!)
"Mornin' beautiful," Spot whispered.
"Mornin'," Lizzy replied.
"Any nightmares dat ya need ta tell me about?"
"Nah, I slept great."
"Good, 'cause if I'm not mistaken, youse gotta racehorse ta take care of taday."
"And youse gotta buncha lazy bums ta wake up an' one hundred papes ta sell."
Spot laughed at her and pulled on his shirt, rolling up the sleeves to the middle of his arms. Lizzy sat at the window seat and began brushing out her hair. After Spot pulled on his gray cabbie hat, he sat beside her. Lizzy leaned against him, resting her head against his chest. Spot wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her closer. They said nothing, just watched the fading moon and stars.
They didn't go out to the docks like they usually did. Spot and Lizzy just sat together, enjoying the other's silent presence. Lizzy listened to Spot's heart beating and wondered what she had done to deserve him. Then, they heard someone stirring in a bunk across the room. It was Knicks, one of the younger Newsies. The sun had risen and the others would be waking soon.
"I need ta get goin'," Lizzy whispered, even though she really didn't want to go anywhere. Spot moaned and held her tighter, kissing her in an attempt to persuade her to stay longer.
"Come on Spot," Lizzy laughed, prying his arms away from her, "Ya know what'll happen if I'm light."
"Yeah, yeah," Spot grumbled, reluctantly releasing her, "I know. When I asked ya why ya take dat crap from dat jockey, ya said it was 'cause it was all ya had. Well, now ya got da Newsies an' ya still take it. How come?"
Lizzy sighed. "Spot, I don't really know. I guess I jus' really like woikin' wit Blacky. I don't wanna lose dat."
Spot shook his head and said, "Ya know Lizzy, sometimes I tink ya like dat horse more den ya like me."
She smiled and walked back over to him. She sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Nevah," she whispered, kissing him.
"Aw, come on!" Knicks shouted from the other side of the room, "I'm only ten! Can't youse guys do dat when I'm not heah?"
Lizzy laughed, kissed Spot goodbye, and left, shoving Knicks' hat down over his eyes. Spot watched her go, then began to awaken the other Newsies. As they all left, Spot looked up at the sky. It was blood red and clouds were beginning to form,
"Looks like wese is in for a storm boys!" Spot shouted, "Let's get dis over wit so we can get back to da lodgin' house." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Spot ran as quickly as he could down to the racetracks as the first raindrops began to fall. If they hurried with Black Sand, then he and Lizzy could make it back to the Brooklyn lodging house before the storm got too bad.
As Spot ran into the stall, Lizzy looked up at him and smiled. "Where ya been?" she asked, coming over and kissing him, "I'm almost finished heah."
"Sorry 'bout dat," Spot answered, "I had ta soak dis guy who tried ta steal Knicks' sellin' money."
"Did ya punch 'im fer me?"
"Lotsa times."
Lizzy put a black and gold stable blanket over and Black Sand and kissed him goodbye. Spot and Lizzy ran out of the stables, hand in hand, and into the light sprinkling of rain. As they reached Manhattan, the rain began to come down in sheets.
"Wese gotta get outta da rain!" Lizzy shouted as a bolt of lightning lit the sky.
Spot looked around, then yelled back, "Dis way! We'll go ta Medda's place!" They burst in the back entrance and stood, panting and dripping, by the door.
"Who's down there?" came a voice from Medda's apartment. Medda appeared at the top of the stairs. "Look at you two!" she gasped, "Come up stairs and dry off."
Spot and Lizzy followed Medda into her apartment above the theater. There was a blazing fire in the fireplace. Medda gave them a warm blanket and Medda told them to sit in front of the fire. She disappeared for a moment, then returned with three cups of a hot drink. Spot leaned against an old wooden chest by the fireplace and Lizzy rested her head against him.
"Oh," Medda said, standing up from the chair she had sat in. She opened up a drawer in a vanity against the wall and pulled out a thin gold chain. "Here's that chain that you wanted Spot."
"Tanks Medda," Spot said, taking the chain from her and sticking it in his pocket.
"What's dat for?" Lizzy asked
"Oh, um, notin'," Spot answered.
"Oh, Lizzy," Medda interrupted, "I have something for you too." Medda left through a door that led to her bedroom. She returned a minute later with something pale blue folded in her arms. "It was mine when I was your age," she said, unfolding it. It was a beautiful dress with a swoop neckline and capped sleeves. It wasn't overly elaborate like all of Medda's show dresses.
Lizzy stood up and walked over to Medda. "Oh Medda," she said, "It's beautiful."
"I want you to have it now," Medda replied, "It should fit."
"Medda, I couldn't take dat. It's yours."
Medda thought for a moment, then answered, "How about you come over to see me once a week and we'll call it an even trade."
Lizzy nodded, then hugged Medda and gently took the dress from her. She sat back down beside Spot and he gently kissed her on the cheek. Lizzy and Spot stayed at Medda's for a few hours before the rain finally stopped.
"Come on Lizzy," Spot said, standing up, "We'd betta get goin'."
"Okay Spot," she replied, "Tanks a lot Medda."
Medda hugged them each goodbye and they left. The sun was already setting on the horizon and the two of them had to run in order to beat the darkness that was slowly enveloping the city.
**WooHoo! I'm so happy! I don't know why, it's probably because I'm listening to Newsies. Newsies music always makes me happy. It's so wonderful! Gotta go! Please R&R! Luv ya lots!**
~*spots_lil_boidie*~
Chapter Nine
The Brooklyn Newsies found it strange that their leader had a girl, especially one that he seemed to be really serious about. All of the Newsies could tell that Lizzy was different from all of the other girls that Spot had been with. Every morning, you could see Spot and Lizzy down by the docks, watching the sunrise. Whenever Lizzy had to work with Black Sand, Spot would sell his papers as quickly as possible, then run down to the racetracks. Not much else changed though. Spot was just as stern as ever with his Newsies and still soaked people. In fact, Lizzy seemed to encourage it.
One morning, Spot woke up earlier than usual. He jumped down off of his bunk and landed quietly on the floor. He looked at Lizzy sleeping peacefully with a slight smile on her face, and almost decided not to wake her. He changed his mind and gently kissed her on her forehead. Lizzy's eyes flickered open and she smiled up into his handsome face. (A/N- VERY handsome at that!)
"Mornin' beautiful," Spot whispered.
"Mornin'," Lizzy replied.
"Any nightmares dat ya need ta tell me about?"
"Nah, I slept great."
"Good, 'cause if I'm not mistaken, youse gotta racehorse ta take care of taday."
"And youse gotta buncha lazy bums ta wake up an' one hundred papes ta sell."
Spot laughed at her and pulled on his shirt, rolling up the sleeves to the middle of his arms. Lizzy sat at the window seat and began brushing out her hair. After Spot pulled on his gray cabbie hat, he sat beside her. Lizzy leaned against him, resting her head against his chest. Spot wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her closer. They said nothing, just watched the fading moon and stars.
They didn't go out to the docks like they usually did. Spot and Lizzy just sat together, enjoying the other's silent presence. Lizzy listened to Spot's heart beating and wondered what she had done to deserve him. Then, they heard someone stirring in a bunk across the room. It was Knicks, one of the younger Newsies. The sun had risen and the others would be waking soon.
"I need ta get goin'," Lizzy whispered, even though she really didn't want to go anywhere. Spot moaned and held her tighter, kissing her in an attempt to persuade her to stay longer.
"Come on Spot," Lizzy laughed, prying his arms away from her, "Ya know what'll happen if I'm light."
"Yeah, yeah," Spot grumbled, reluctantly releasing her, "I know. When I asked ya why ya take dat crap from dat jockey, ya said it was 'cause it was all ya had. Well, now ya got da Newsies an' ya still take it. How come?"
Lizzy sighed. "Spot, I don't really know. I guess I jus' really like woikin' wit Blacky. I don't wanna lose dat."
Spot shook his head and said, "Ya know Lizzy, sometimes I tink ya like dat horse more den ya like me."
She smiled and walked back over to him. She sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Nevah," she whispered, kissing him.
"Aw, come on!" Knicks shouted from the other side of the room, "I'm only ten! Can't youse guys do dat when I'm not heah?"
Lizzy laughed, kissed Spot goodbye, and left, shoving Knicks' hat down over his eyes. Spot watched her go, then began to awaken the other Newsies. As they all left, Spot looked up at the sky. It was blood red and clouds were beginning to form,
"Looks like wese is in for a storm boys!" Spot shouted, "Let's get dis over wit so we can get back to da lodgin' house." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Spot ran as quickly as he could down to the racetracks as the first raindrops began to fall. If they hurried with Black Sand, then he and Lizzy could make it back to the Brooklyn lodging house before the storm got too bad.
As Spot ran into the stall, Lizzy looked up at him and smiled. "Where ya been?" she asked, coming over and kissing him, "I'm almost finished heah."
"Sorry 'bout dat," Spot answered, "I had ta soak dis guy who tried ta steal Knicks' sellin' money."
"Did ya punch 'im fer me?"
"Lotsa times."
Lizzy put a black and gold stable blanket over and Black Sand and kissed him goodbye. Spot and Lizzy ran out of the stables, hand in hand, and into the light sprinkling of rain. As they reached Manhattan, the rain began to come down in sheets.
"Wese gotta get outta da rain!" Lizzy shouted as a bolt of lightning lit the sky.
Spot looked around, then yelled back, "Dis way! We'll go ta Medda's place!" They burst in the back entrance and stood, panting and dripping, by the door.
"Who's down there?" came a voice from Medda's apartment. Medda appeared at the top of the stairs. "Look at you two!" she gasped, "Come up stairs and dry off."
Spot and Lizzy followed Medda into her apartment above the theater. There was a blazing fire in the fireplace. Medda gave them a warm blanket and Medda told them to sit in front of the fire. She disappeared for a moment, then returned with three cups of a hot drink. Spot leaned against an old wooden chest by the fireplace and Lizzy rested her head against him.
"Oh," Medda said, standing up from the chair she had sat in. She opened up a drawer in a vanity against the wall and pulled out a thin gold chain. "Here's that chain that you wanted Spot."
"Tanks Medda," Spot said, taking the chain from her and sticking it in his pocket.
"What's dat for?" Lizzy asked
"Oh, um, notin'," Spot answered.
"Oh, Lizzy," Medda interrupted, "I have something for you too." Medda left through a door that led to her bedroom. She returned a minute later with something pale blue folded in her arms. "It was mine when I was your age," she said, unfolding it. It was a beautiful dress with a swoop neckline and capped sleeves. It wasn't overly elaborate like all of Medda's show dresses.
Lizzy stood up and walked over to Medda. "Oh Medda," she said, "It's beautiful."
"I want you to have it now," Medda replied, "It should fit."
"Medda, I couldn't take dat. It's yours."
Medda thought for a moment, then answered, "How about you come over to see me once a week and we'll call it an even trade."
Lizzy nodded, then hugged Medda and gently took the dress from her. She sat back down beside Spot and he gently kissed her on the cheek. Lizzy and Spot stayed at Medda's for a few hours before the rain finally stopped.
"Come on Lizzy," Spot said, standing up, "We'd betta get goin'."
"Okay Spot," she replied, "Tanks a lot Medda."
Medda hugged them each goodbye and they left. The sun was already setting on the horizon and the two of them had to run in order to beat the darkness that was slowly enveloping the city.
**WooHoo! I'm so happy! I don't know why, it's probably because I'm listening to Newsies. Newsies music always makes me happy. It's so wonderful! Gotta go! Please R&R! Luv ya lots!**
~*spots_lil_boidie*~