"While You Were Sleeping"
While Mush was having tons of fun, Blink was groaning in pain. He saw a flash of red and glanced up. A fiery, green-eyed redhead was looking at him in concern.
"What did dey do to ya?" she inquired anxiously.
"Lent me uncle a whip," he grimaced. "What's yer name?"
"Irish. An' you?"
"Kid Blink," he winced, trying to get comfortable. Irish climbed up in his bunk and let him lay down his head in her lap. "T'anks," he murmured, already falling asleep.
"Yer welcome," she whispered to his unconscious form.
Ok, so maybe Blink wasn't so miserable either.
***
David woke up to a cool cloth on his forehead. The first thing he saw was a pair of angel blue eyes. "I think I'm in heaven," he murmured.
"Nah, ya ain't dead yet. Though if dey keeps on like dis, I wouldn't be surprised if ya kick da bucket in a week or less."
"That's an encouraging thought," Dave drawled humorlessly. "I couldn't be more excited about dying by my father's whip. So, when'd you get here, and why are you taking care of me?"
"I got heah las' night, an' you'se 'ad a fevah. So I'se doin' what I knows best-takin' care a' sick kids. I was a noise-in-trainin' when dey caught me."
"What'd you do? To get arrested, I mean."
"Stole some food, since da clinic I woiked at didn't 'ave enough money fah da kids."
"Oh. That's too bad."
"Yeah, but it's aiight. 'Cause when dey t'rew me in heah, I met you'se. Did anyone evah tell ya yer eyes are charming blue?"
"Did anyone ever tell you that you look like an angel?"
Ok, it looks like nobody's miserable anymore. Ah, better check on Jack.
***
Jack sat on his bunk in the lodging house, wallowing in guilt. David, Blink, and Mush had been missing for three days. He knew Mayer had David and Blink, but he didn't know where-he'd already checked the Jacobs' house, and while Mayer looked suspicious, he knew his friends weren't there.
But where the fuck was Mush?
***
well, he's fucking, to be exact. Sry, couldn't resist. --Chronicles
***
Racetrack walked in, eyes red from - crying? But. . . Racetrack never cried. . .
iI hope Mush an' Blink knows what dey'se doin' ta deir friends./i
***
ok, Jack's still depressed and that was only seven new sentences. Oh well. I'm lazy.
--Chronicles Bailey
While Mush was having tons of fun, Blink was groaning in pain. He saw a flash of red and glanced up. A fiery, green-eyed redhead was looking at him in concern.
"What did dey do to ya?" she inquired anxiously.
"Lent me uncle a whip," he grimaced. "What's yer name?"
"Irish. An' you?"
"Kid Blink," he winced, trying to get comfortable. Irish climbed up in his bunk and let him lay down his head in her lap. "T'anks," he murmured, already falling asleep.
"Yer welcome," she whispered to his unconscious form.
Ok, so maybe Blink wasn't so miserable either.
***
David woke up to a cool cloth on his forehead. The first thing he saw was a pair of angel blue eyes. "I think I'm in heaven," he murmured.
"Nah, ya ain't dead yet. Though if dey keeps on like dis, I wouldn't be surprised if ya kick da bucket in a week or less."
"That's an encouraging thought," Dave drawled humorlessly. "I couldn't be more excited about dying by my father's whip. So, when'd you get here, and why are you taking care of me?"
"I got heah las' night, an' you'se 'ad a fevah. So I'se doin' what I knows best-takin' care a' sick kids. I was a noise-in-trainin' when dey caught me."
"What'd you do? To get arrested, I mean."
"Stole some food, since da clinic I woiked at didn't 'ave enough money fah da kids."
"Oh. That's too bad."
"Yeah, but it's aiight. 'Cause when dey t'rew me in heah, I met you'se. Did anyone evah tell ya yer eyes are charming blue?"
"Did anyone ever tell you that you look like an angel?"
Ok, it looks like nobody's miserable anymore. Ah, better check on Jack.
***
Jack sat on his bunk in the lodging house, wallowing in guilt. David, Blink, and Mush had been missing for three days. He knew Mayer had David and Blink, but he didn't know where-he'd already checked the Jacobs' house, and while Mayer looked suspicious, he knew his friends weren't there.
But where the fuck was Mush?
***
well, he's fucking, to be exact. Sry, couldn't resist. --Chronicles
***
Racetrack walked in, eyes red from - crying? But. . . Racetrack never cried. . .
iI hope Mush an' Blink knows what dey'se doin' ta deir friends./i
***
ok, Jack's still depressed and that was only seven new sentences. Oh well. I'm lazy.
--Chronicles Bailey