Disclaimer: Do I really need one of these things anymore? I don't own them… I have a friend that looks almost exactly like Spot, but alas, I don't own him either…
Shout Outs: Brooke Lyn, Let, and TheLoneReed. Thanks guys! You're awesome.
And TheLoneReed, I really didn't think I left you with that bad of a cliffhanger, but I guess you thought I did… sorry. But wait til you see this one. It's a doozy.
Author's Note: Um… nothing to note here. Except, I'm running out of characters! So send me your info.! And if you already sent it to me awhile ago, but aren't in here yet, please write to me again, because I probably have lost it. My e-mail address is bulldogchik05@hotmail.com. So please e-mail me! I need your real name, newsie name, personality, physical appearance, 'ships, and any other tidbit info.
A Dream Come TrueChapter Nine
Pup saw Race walking towards her and could see in his eyes that he knew. He knew where she had gone, and knew what she had done. He always told her that she was too nice. *Oh well* she thought, *I suppose it's true* Now all she wished was that he knew what she needed to tell him too. That way she *wouldn't* have to tell him. She was terrified and really didn't want to tell him, but she could tell by the look on his face that the time had come to tell him.
She started walking towards him as well, feeling as though she were walking on rubber legs rather than her own. She hated the fear she felt, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She had tried. It never worked unfortunately. The fear only came back.
Race watched as Pup slowly made her way towards him, and saw the fear in her eyes. He wondered, not for the first time, what made her fear his reaction so. It just didn't make any sense to him. She had never feared him before… He looked closer and realized that she was shaking. Considering that it was nowhere near cold in the Lodging House, which meant it was most likely from her terror.
The two met near the middle of the room. No words were spoken, but the meaning was implied. It was time. They would go talk at their spot. No talking before. They turned and left the lodging house unaware of the watchful eyes that watched them leave.
Spot looked up as Race and Pup turned and walked out. He felt an unnatural rage of jealousy well up inside of him. He just didn't understand why seeing those two together made him feel so jealous. Knowing he wouldn't be able to play, or at least play and win, until they returned, he got up and walked outside. He saw Pup and Race near the end of the street. He decided to follow them and see just what was going on. He slowly followed so as to not be detected by either one.
Pup and Race walked in silence until they reached Central Park. They made their way over to "their" tree, never speaking, and never noticing Spot following them. They made themselves comfortable, relaxing in each other's company. Race was the first to break the stillness.
"Pup, I really wish you would tell me what's going on. You're really worrying me." He started. Pup stared at the sky as though trying to figure out how to answer. She stayed quiet for so long, he thought that she hadn't heard him until she spoke.
"Track, what's going to become of us all?" She asked him. Of all the things he had been expecting, that was most definitely not one of them.
"What do you mean?" He asked, not bothering to correct her on his name, knowing that it was pointless.
"Well, we're slowly, but surely, getting older. None of us have parents. We can't be Newsies forever ya know? What's going to happen to us?" She asked, looking over at him.
Spot was hiding in the bushes, and listening to her and Race. She really did have a point. What would they do once they were too old to be Newsies? He had never really thought about it. He figured that Jacky-boy would go to Santa Fe, and Race might work at Sheepshead, but what about the rest of them? What would they do? What would he do? He almost groaned, it was too late and he was too drunk to be thinking about this stuff. He decided to put it off and think about it when he was coherent, not to mention sober. He tuned back into the conversation to hear Race say.
"What brought this up Pup?" Spot guessed he had said something before that but he didn't know what it had been.
"I don't know." She sighed. (AN: Neither do I! So we'll just see where this goes, shall we?) "I was just thinking about where we'll all be in a few years. I mean, now that people know I'm a girl, there are a lot of things I can't do."
"There are still plenty of things you can do." He said, wondering where exactly she was going with this. (He's really not the only one. Let me tell ya).
"Where do you plan on going?" She asked.
"I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it." He answered.
"Do you want to leave New York?"
"I don't know. Pup what is this all about?" Race asked frustrated.
Spot meanwhile really didn't want to know. With all the questions she was asking, it sounded like she was going to tell him she like him. And that was one thing he didn't want to hear.
Just then, it seemed as though she completely changed the topic of discussion.
"I found out some things before I left that I really should have told ya. But I didn't. I didn't know how you'd react and so I just ran. I didn't know what to do, so I took the coward's way out and ran. And then when I was taken to the orphanage, I only confirmed what I found out before."
"Pup, you're speaking in riddles. What are you on about?" Race interrupted.
Pup looked at him, with tears in her eyes, before mumbling four words he never thought he would hear.
"Track, you're my brother." She said.