I was uncomfortable around Spot now, it weirded me out way too much.
Yeah, I liked him, but. Okay, I admit, it was good. Still. Well anyways,
that night when the Manhattan boys were over playing poker, I was sitting
on my bed drinking some of my whiskey.
I wanted to write in my journal so I looked at the guys to make sure they weren't looking in my direction, not that they would be anyway, I mean come one, its poker. I am paranoid, so what cha gonna do? I took my journal from my pillow case; I had the pencil inside it marking the page. I started writing right below my last entry since it was the same day.
Later that night Dear Journal,
Guess what! Spot kissed me, Spot Conlon kissed me. It was so freaking awkward! It was good though. He ran his fingers through my hair and held my face. I was so shocked though. It was bizarre, but still so good. Yeah, I am a little torn, got a problem? When I pulled away, I know I must have had a horrified look on my face. I just walked away. I haven't talked to him since.
The Manhattan boys are here now. They are having so much fun playing poker. I will write in you later because I kind of want to join. Plus, I don't want anyone to see me writing. Tootles!
Courtney
"Hey Lightenin, why youse ova dere? Get ova here, youse should be having fun," I heard Spot's voice call from the poker table. I shut my journal and looked over at the table. There was Spot smiling at me and signaling me to come over. I put my journal back into my pillowcase. I looked back over at the poker game; Spot was still looking at me. "Come on, Lightenin. Ise need some luck. I ain't playin so good."
"If you aren't having any luck yet, it's just the way you're playing your hand. I ain't gonna be any help," I said smiling at him evilly.
Spot smirked. "Tankz, Lightenin. Youse should come ova anyways sose I can intraduce ya to da Manhattan boys."
"Fine, I'm coming," I said getting up and walking over. I stood next to Spot and looked around the table. There were a handful of good looking guys with class A looks.
"Dis is Jack Kelly, or Cowboy," Spot said signaling to the guy sitting on the right side of him. He was wearing a red bandana and a cowboy hat around his neck.
"Nice to meet you Jack," I said sticking my hand out to shake his. Instead of shaking my hand, however, he kissed it.
"It's a pleasure meetin such a lovely goil such as yerself," he said smiling at me. I blushed and took my hand back.
"Hey Jackey-boy don't try getting fresh wit 'er. She's one a me newsies. Off limits," Spot said glaring at him.
Jack took his eyes off me and looked at Spot. He sighed. "Spot youse ruin all da fun."
Spot introduced me to the rest of the guys at the table: Mush, Dutchey, Specs, Kid Blink, David, Bumlets, and Racetrack. I was silent through being introduced to the rest because I was embarrassed.
"Uh, do any of you want a cigar?" I asked in a meek voice which was unlike myself. The silence was making me uncomfortable.
"You got cigars?" Racetrack asked me with his eyes wide.
"Yeah, I have whiskey too."
"Can Ise have some whiskey?" Kid Blink said.
"Yeah, sure. I just got to go back to my bunk and get it." I walked back to my bunk. I retrieved my whiskey and cigars from my bag that I still kept all my stuff in.
I walked back to the table. I gave Race his cigar and Kid Blink one of my small flasks of whiskey. I kept the other for myself. "where am I going to sit?" I asked looking around and not seeing any extra chairs.
"Youse can sit on me lap," Jack said smiling.
"What'd Ise tell you Jack?" Spot said angrily.
"Yeah, yeah, Ise know. I is kidding," Jack replyed.
"You can't tell me what to do, Spot." I said as I sat on Jack's lap. Jack put his arms around me to make sure I wouldn't fall. I looked at Spot and stuck out my tongue.
Spot just scawled at me. I drank some of my whiskey. By the end of the night I drank at least seven or eight flasks of my whiskey. I was totally waisted.
I was back on Jack's lap after I retrieved another flask from my bunk. I started laughing uncontrollably for no reason, and Jack said, "Hey me hand ain't dat bad." I just laughed even harder at that comment. I fell out of Jack's lap and hit the floor with a loud thud.
"Youse ok, Lightenin?" I heard a voice ask as I crawled to the washroom, still laughing. When I got into the washroom, I crawled to a sink. But since I wasn't sure of the distance to it, I hit my head hard on the pipe. "Ah, Fuck!" I heard the newsies laugh. I propped myself up on the sink to a sitting position. Spot and Jack walked in.
"Hel-lo," I said in a weird accent.
"Hi?" Spot said questionably.
"Thank you for playing," I said. My words were slurred.
Jack sat next to me. "Youse ok?" He asked looking into my eyes.
"Yeah," I said. I then leaned in and kissed Jack. Jack kissed back. Suddenly he pulled away. I opened my eyes. I saw Spot holding on to Jack's arms pulling him away from me. "Hey, what did that you for do, Spot?" I asked kind of upset.
"Youse drunk," he said letting Jack go.
"No, you're kissed cuz I jealous Jack, and want you me," I said looking up at him.
"Lightenin, let's get youse to yer bed," Jack said helping me up.
"Fine," I said angrily. I had my arm around Jack's neck and he had his arm around my waist nearly carrying me to my bed because I could hardly walk. Spot just had a sour look on his face.
Jack sat me on my bed, and when he let me go I fell right on my pillow. I started cracking up again. "One last kiss?" I asked looking at Jack. Spot was back at the poker table. I grabbed the back of Jack's head and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him again, but this time with tongue. Jack was a really good kisser. He pulled away and went back to the game. After that, I damn near instantly passed out.
I wanted to write in my journal so I looked at the guys to make sure they weren't looking in my direction, not that they would be anyway, I mean come one, its poker. I am paranoid, so what cha gonna do? I took my journal from my pillow case; I had the pencil inside it marking the page. I started writing right below my last entry since it was the same day.
Later that night Dear Journal,
Guess what! Spot kissed me, Spot Conlon kissed me. It was so freaking awkward! It was good though. He ran his fingers through my hair and held my face. I was so shocked though. It was bizarre, but still so good. Yeah, I am a little torn, got a problem? When I pulled away, I know I must have had a horrified look on my face. I just walked away. I haven't talked to him since.
The Manhattan boys are here now. They are having so much fun playing poker. I will write in you later because I kind of want to join. Plus, I don't want anyone to see me writing. Tootles!
Courtney
"Hey Lightenin, why youse ova dere? Get ova here, youse should be having fun," I heard Spot's voice call from the poker table. I shut my journal and looked over at the table. There was Spot smiling at me and signaling me to come over. I put my journal back into my pillowcase. I looked back over at the poker game; Spot was still looking at me. "Come on, Lightenin. Ise need some luck. I ain't playin so good."
"If you aren't having any luck yet, it's just the way you're playing your hand. I ain't gonna be any help," I said smiling at him evilly.
Spot smirked. "Tankz, Lightenin. Youse should come ova anyways sose I can intraduce ya to da Manhattan boys."
"Fine, I'm coming," I said getting up and walking over. I stood next to Spot and looked around the table. There were a handful of good looking guys with class A looks.
"Dis is Jack Kelly, or Cowboy," Spot said signaling to the guy sitting on the right side of him. He was wearing a red bandana and a cowboy hat around his neck.
"Nice to meet you Jack," I said sticking my hand out to shake his. Instead of shaking my hand, however, he kissed it.
"It's a pleasure meetin such a lovely goil such as yerself," he said smiling at me. I blushed and took my hand back.
"Hey Jackey-boy don't try getting fresh wit 'er. She's one a me newsies. Off limits," Spot said glaring at him.
Jack took his eyes off me and looked at Spot. He sighed. "Spot youse ruin all da fun."
Spot introduced me to the rest of the guys at the table: Mush, Dutchey, Specs, Kid Blink, David, Bumlets, and Racetrack. I was silent through being introduced to the rest because I was embarrassed.
"Uh, do any of you want a cigar?" I asked in a meek voice which was unlike myself. The silence was making me uncomfortable.
"You got cigars?" Racetrack asked me with his eyes wide.
"Yeah, I have whiskey too."
"Can Ise have some whiskey?" Kid Blink said.
"Yeah, sure. I just got to go back to my bunk and get it." I walked back to my bunk. I retrieved my whiskey and cigars from my bag that I still kept all my stuff in.
I walked back to the table. I gave Race his cigar and Kid Blink one of my small flasks of whiskey. I kept the other for myself. "where am I going to sit?" I asked looking around and not seeing any extra chairs.
"Youse can sit on me lap," Jack said smiling.
"What'd Ise tell you Jack?" Spot said angrily.
"Yeah, yeah, Ise know. I is kidding," Jack replyed.
"You can't tell me what to do, Spot." I said as I sat on Jack's lap. Jack put his arms around me to make sure I wouldn't fall. I looked at Spot and stuck out my tongue.
Spot just scawled at me. I drank some of my whiskey. By the end of the night I drank at least seven or eight flasks of my whiskey. I was totally waisted.
I was back on Jack's lap after I retrieved another flask from my bunk. I started laughing uncontrollably for no reason, and Jack said, "Hey me hand ain't dat bad." I just laughed even harder at that comment. I fell out of Jack's lap and hit the floor with a loud thud.
"Youse ok, Lightenin?" I heard a voice ask as I crawled to the washroom, still laughing. When I got into the washroom, I crawled to a sink. But since I wasn't sure of the distance to it, I hit my head hard on the pipe. "Ah, Fuck!" I heard the newsies laugh. I propped myself up on the sink to a sitting position. Spot and Jack walked in.
"Hel-lo," I said in a weird accent.
"Hi?" Spot said questionably.
"Thank you for playing," I said. My words were slurred.
Jack sat next to me. "Youse ok?" He asked looking into my eyes.
"Yeah," I said. I then leaned in and kissed Jack. Jack kissed back. Suddenly he pulled away. I opened my eyes. I saw Spot holding on to Jack's arms pulling him away from me. "Hey, what did that you for do, Spot?" I asked kind of upset.
"Youse drunk," he said letting Jack go.
"No, you're kissed cuz I jealous Jack, and want you me," I said looking up at him.
"Lightenin, let's get youse to yer bed," Jack said helping me up.
"Fine," I said angrily. I had my arm around Jack's neck and he had his arm around my waist nearly carrying me to my bed because I could hardly walk. Spot just had a sour look on his face.
Jack sat me on my bed, and when he let me go I fell right on my pillow. I started cracking up again. "One last kiss?" I asked looking at Jack. Spot was back at the poker table. I grabbed the back of Jack's head and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him again, but this time with tongue. Jack was a really good kisser. He pulled away and went back to the game. After that, I damn near instantly passed out.