Sorry I haven't posted anything in so long!! I've been really busy with school and everything that goes with it. Homework, tests, projects, after-school activities, extra-curricular activities; you name it, I've done it! Well, I hope you like this next chapter! I wrote it so long ago, but I haven't had ANY time to post!! Anyway, here it is, Chapter 7 of A Glitch In Time!!! Enjoy and please review if you can!!! Thanks! *Pyro 18*
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"Wow! It's really cool up here!" Sketch exclaimed as she and Spot walked onto the roof.
"Huh?" Spot gave her a quizzical look, "What does 'cool' mean?"
Oh shoot! Sketch thought, I can't talk like I'm from the future! Sketch giggled slightly, "D-Did I say 'cool'? I-I meant… cool--" She wracked her brain for any possible solutions, "--assal! Yeah! Colossal! It's really BIG up here!" She giggled again. Spot looked at her like she was absolutely insane.
"What are ya tawkin' about?!"
"Uhh… uhh…" Sketch stammered as she backed up against the wall. She could tell he was getting angry.
"You and you lil' friends are hiddin' somethin' from us an' I intend to find out what!" Sketch thought with all her might for a topic to change the subject to. Finally, something clicked.
"Can you show me around Brooklyn?" Spot's face brightened at the mention of his territory.
"Sure, sweet cheeks!" Spot exclaimed, offering his arm to her. Sketch giggled uneasily, but took what was offered to her anyway.
On the Brooklyn Bridge…"You said you were a Brooklyn newsie… So, why were you in Manhattan?"
"Well Jacky-boi's newsies is goin' on strike, an' yesta'day, he came an' asked me fou help so's I decided to come down fou a lil' visit."
"Oh…" said Sketch as she looked out across the water. DUH! I've only seen the movie a couple billion times! She sighed, deep in thought. I think I'm starting to like Spot even more… if that's even possible. He's really quite a gentleman!
"Watcha thinkin' 'bout?" Sketch jumped at the sound of Spot's voice.
"N… N… Nothing!" she stuttered, snapping back to reality.
"Why you keep stutterin' like that?" he inquired, cocking his head to one side.
"I'm just a little cold," was the best answer she could come up with, but turned out to be the best answer in this situation. Spot wrapped his arms around Sketch's waist and pulled her close to him.
"Better?" he asked. She turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Much," Sketch looked up at him, then closed her eyes as Spot leaned down and kissed her. I could stay like this forever, she thought. And that's exactly how it felt.