**Well, I'm listening to Newsies music right now, typing my Newsies fic,
thinking about Newsies, after just watching Newsies. I think you can tell
what my life centers around. Well, you didn't come here to read my blarg,
so here's chapter ten.**
Chapter Ten
It was already dark before Spot and Lizzy made it back to the lodging house. Lizzy carefully put the dress in a wooden box under her bed. Spot had never noticed the box before. The other Newsies began to ask questions all at once, causing an inaudible babble of voices.
"Hey!" Spot shouted, "If ya want any answers, den shut up and listen!"
Lizzy began, "When it started rainin', we went ta Medda's ta wait out da storm. We started talkin'," she paused, "an' Medda wants me ta perform for all da Newsies sometime!"
There were cheers from the Newsies and applause and whistling. They had all heard or heard of Lizzy's singing and had wanted her to have a chance to perform. Lizzy laughed and Spot wrapped her arms around her and kissed her. He found it hard to believe that this was his girl and that she really wanted him. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next week, Spot walked down to the racetracks to meet Lizzy. As he approached the stall, he could here her singing to Black Sand. He silently snuck up behind her so that she wouldn't notice him. Then, he suddenly threw his arms around her in a huge hug and kissed her neck, making her squeal in surprise and (let's face it) pleasure.
"Spot," she moaned playfully, "Why do ya always gotta do dat ta me? Ya know it scares me."
Lizzy looked up into his drop-dead gorgeous face and smiled. She kissed him and, as she did so, reached up and pulled off his gray cabbie hat. "Hey!" he shouted and chased after her, running all around the stall.
Spot caught her and as he wrestled his hat out of Lizzy's grasp, there came a voice at the stall door. "Hey!" Race shouted over the laughter, "I haven't seen youse guys in a long time. Where ya been?"
Spot pulled his hat back on his head and walked with Lizzy to the door to meet their friend. Lizzy opened the stall door and gave Race a hug. Spot shoved him back playfully and said smiling, "Hands off! Dis goil's mine."
Race laughed, "Well 'scuse me! I haven't seen youse guys in so long dat I didn't know." He leaned over to Spot. "Jus' so ya know Spot, you got da betta end a dis relationship."
Spot threw a playful punch, but Race avoided it. Lizzy laughed and threw Race a currycomb. "You know da routine Race," she said, "Come on Spot. If I'm your goil, den youse is comin' wit me." With that, she pulled him out of the stall to go get Black Sand's food.
When they returned, laughing and Spot with his arm around Lizzy's waist, a few of the reporters had already arrived. As they heard the two approaching, the reporters turned and watched them. Lizzy sighed discontentedly and murmured, "Oh, I really don't wanna deal wit dese guys right now."
"Well," Spot grinned, "We don't have ta."
"What are you talkin' about?"
"Leave Black Sand up ta Race. He knows what ta do. Meanwhile, you an' I can go somewhere private an' secluded."
"Are you makin' a pass at me Conlon?"
"Maybe..."
"Well," she grinned, "As temptin' as dat sounds, I gotta take care a Blacky."
Spot groaned and they worked their way past the reporters into the stall. They fed Black Sand and let Race finish grooming the horse as the two of them went over to listen to the reporters.
"Didn't you say before that you two were not a couple?" one asked.
"Well," Lizzy replied, "We wasn't."
"But we is now," Spot interrupted, "and you make sure dat ev'ry fella out dere knows dat dis slice a heaven is mine." He put his arm around Lizzy and pulled her close to him. The reporters eventually left and so did Spot, Lizzy, and Race. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Spot and Lizzy sat on the distribution center steps and looked at the picture on the front page. It showed Black Sand being groomed by Race. Race was smiling his gorgeous trademark smile (A/N- mine I LUV that smile!) and laughing at Spot who had caught Lizzy in a hug from behind. "Well look at dat!" Shiner exclaimed as he bought his papers, "Spot an' Lizzy are on da front page!" "Boy," Tricks murmured, sitting beside Spot, "da headlines must be pretty lousy den." Spot shoved him, nearly making him fall off the steps. The Newsies proceeded with selling their papers and the day continued as usual. Spot and Lizzy sold their papers fairly quickly. After all, they were on the front page. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Newsies weren't the only ones celebrating Spot, Lizzy, and Race being on the front page. Meanwhile, in Harlem...
"Mista Kay!" shouted the tall, dark-haired boy referred to as Simple, "We found her. She's stayin' in Brooklyn wit Spot Conlon."
"Good," growled the tall, burly man. There was a long scar running across the left side of his face. "Now I got her."
"But Mista Kay," Simple interrupted, "I know what Spot's like. He would neva leave her side. Dey're always togedda."
"Don't worry your empty little, Simple," Mr. Kay said, "If this Spot Conlon is a problem, then we'll just have to... 'dispose' of him."
Simple knew it wouldn't be that easy, but he wasn't about to argue with this man.
**DUN, dun, DUN!!!! Things are starting to get interesting. Well, I'll see you guys laterz! R&R please!**
~*spots_lil_boidie*~
Chapter Ten
It was already dark before Spot and Lizzy made it back to the lodging house. Lizzy carefully put the dress in a wooden box under her bed. Spot had never noticed the box before. The other Newsies began to ask questions all at once, causing an inaudible babble of voices.
"Hey!" Spot shouted, "If ya want any answers, den shut up and listen!"
Lizzy began, "When it started rainin', we went ta Medda's ta wait out da storm. We started talkin'," she paused, "an' Medda wants me ta perform for all da Newsies sometime!"
There were cheers from the Newsies and applause and whistling. They had all heard or heard of Lizzy's singing and had wanted her to have a chance to perform. Lizzy laughed and Spot wrapped her arms around her and kissed her. He found it hard to believe that this was his girl and that she really wanted him. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next week, Spot walked down to the racetracks to meet Lizzy. As he approached the stall, he could here her singing to Black Sand. He silently snuck up behind her so that she wouldn't notice him. Then, he suddenly threw his arms around her in a huge hug and kissed her neck, making her squeal in surprise and (let's face it) pleasure.
"Spot," she moaned playfully, "Why do ya always gotta do dat ta me? Ya know it scares me."
Lizzy looked up into his drop-dead gorgeous face and smiled. She kissed him and, as she did so, reached up and pulled off his gray cabbie hat. "Hey!" he shouted and chased after her, running all around the stall.
Spot caught her and as he wrestled his hat out of Lizzy's grasp, there came a voice at the stall door. "Hey!" Race shouted over the laughter, "I haven't seen youse guys in a long time. Where ya been?"
Spot pulled his hat back on his head and walked with Lizzy to the door to meet their friend. Lizzy opened the stall door and gave Race a hug. Spot shoved him back playfully and said smiling, "Hands off! Dis goil's mine."
Race laughed, "Well 'scuse me! I haven't seen youse guys in so long dat I didn't know." He leaned over to Spot. "Jus' so ya know Spot, you got da betta end a dis relationship."
Spot threw a playful punch, but Race avoided it. Lizzy laughed and threw Race a currycomb. "You know da routine Race," she said, "Come on Spot. If I'm your goil, den youse is comin' wit me." With that, she pulled him out of the stall to go get Black Sand's food.
When they returned, laughing and Spot with his arm around Lizzy's waist, a few of the reporters had already arrived. As they heard the two approaching, the reporters turned and watched them. Lizzy sighed discontentedly and murmured, "Oh, I really don't wanna deal wit dese guys right now."
"Well," Spot grinned, "We don't have ta."
"What are you talkin' about?"
"Leave Black Sand up ta Race. He knows what ta do. Meanwhile, you an' I can go somewhere private an' secluded."
"Are you makin' a pass at me Conlon?"
"Maybe..."
"Well," she grinned, "As temptin' as dat sounds, I gotta take care a Blacky."
Spot groaned and they worked their way past the reporters into the stall. They fed Black Sand and let Race finish grooming the horse as the two of them went over to listen to the reporters.
"Didn't you say before that you two were not a couple?" one asked.
"Well," Lizzy replied, "We wasn't."
"But we is now," Spot interrupted, "and you make sure dat ev'ry fella out dere knows dat dis slice a heaven is mine." He put his arm around Lizzy and pulled her close to him. The reporters eventually left and so did Spot, Lizzy, and Race. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Spot and Lizzy sat on the distribution center steps and looked at the picture on the front page. It showed Black Sand being groomed by Race. Race was smiling his gorgeous trademark smile (A/N- mine I LUV that smile!) and laughing at Spot who had caught Lizzy in a hug from behind. "Well look at dat!" Shiner exclaimed as he bought his papers, "Spot an' Lizzy are on da front page!" "Boy," Tricks murmured, sitting beside Spot, "da headlines must be pretty lousy den." Spot shoved him, nearly making him fall off the steps. The Newsies proceeded with selling their papers and the day continued as usual. Spot and Lizzy sold their papers fairly quickly. After all, they were on the front page. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Newsies weren't the only ones celebrating Spot, Lizzy, and Race being on the front page. Meanwhile, in Harlem...
"Mista Kay!" shouted the tall, dark-haired boy referred to as Simple, "We found her. She's stayin' in Brooklyn wit Spot Conlon."
"Good," growled the tall, burly man. There was a long scar running across the left side of his face. "Now I got her."
"But Mista Kay," Simple interrupted, "I know what Spot's like. He would neva leave her side. Dey're always togedda."
"Don't worry your empty little, Simple," Mr. Kay said, "If this Spot Conlon is a problem, then we'll just have to... 'dispose' of him."
Simple knew it wouldn't be that easy, but he wasn't about to argue with this man.
**DUN, dun, DUN!!!! Things are starting to get interesting. Well, I'll see you guys laterz! R&R please!**
~*spots_lil_boidie*~