A/N-alright, alright. So maybe I lied, just a little. However, it was a
good lie, right? I know I said that I might not be able to update(see A/N
in Misery's Love Company, chapter six)because of school but I get around to
writing. Yes, I'm writing at like midnight when I should be asleep cause I
have to get up at 5:15 the next day but I can't help it! I just have to
write. So I'm gonna kinda repeat what I said in Misery's Love Company,
don't expect frequent updates. If I do update again soon you'll be happy
and if I don't you'll have been expecting it, right? Now, the next
chapter!
CHAPTER FIVE: THE GAME IS ON
"Good mohnin doll face" Aurora moaned and rolled over, swatting at whoever it was standing above her talking to her. "C'mon sweet cheeks" at that, much to the surprise of Spot, Aurora shot up quickly, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled his face about two inches away from hers.
"Ya call me sweet cheeks again and you'se won be able ta say anythin foah a veahy long time" she growled in his face and then pushed him back fiercely.
"Well den doll face" he tested. Aurora raised her eyebrows and gave him a look of extreme irritation but did nothing else. "Ya gotta get up and goin."
"Who ah you'se? Me muddah?" she glared and fell back down on her sleep pad, pulling the blanket over her head.
"Alright missy" Spot growled, leaning down and yanking the cover off. He then proceeded to pull a very tired and pissed off Aurora up and look her in the eyes. "Ya get up and you'se get movin or else you'se won be able ta sit foah a veahy long time."
"Great. I won sit and you'se won talk" she shot back. "Wheah am I goin? Home?"
"No, yoah sellin papes ta earn yoah stay heah" Spot said. Aurora nodded her head unenthusiastically, but decided not to argue and turned to head to the washroom. Spot grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back around. "You'll be sellin with me" he added fiercely with a growl.
"Oh, dis is gonna be one hell of a day" she let out a sigh and turned back around. "You'll regret this Spot, ya really will" she said as she made her way to the washroom.
"No" Spot said quietly to himself with his signature smirk. "You will."
Aurora stumbled into the washroom, groggy and irritated. "Damn him" she muttered to herself as she splashed cold water on her face. "Damn him and his prissy attitude" she continued to mutter things like this as she went about her business in the washroom. Fifteen minutes later she emerged, still wearing the same brown knee length skirt and gray three-quarters sleeve shirt with an unbuttoned blue blouse over it as she had the day before. She marched up to Spot, who was waiting impatiently and poked him in the chest with her finger.
"We'ah goin ta my place" she demanded.
"What?" Spot asked looking down at the short Italian in front of him.
"I said, we'ah goin ta my place" she repeated slowly for Spot. "Dese ah da same clothes I woah yestahday and they'ah filthy."
"So?" Spot asked.
"So. . . I don like weahin doity clothes."
"Can't you'se jus wash dem?" Spot asked dumbly.
"Spot, who washes yoah clothes? You'se don I suppose."
"Luna washes dem."
"Alright Spot, I'll walk ya through dis" she said deviously. "Foist, ya soak da clothes in watah. Now, in case ya didn't know, watah is wet. Then you'se clean dem wit soap. Aftah dat ya rinse dem off cause ya don wanna leave soap in dem" Spot glared at Aurora for making him sound like such a fool. "Now, aftah they've been rinsed, what ah dey?"
"Clean. . ." Spot said irritably. "And wet."
"Veahy good Spot!" she replied in mock excitement. "They'ah wet! Now it takes a while ta dry clothes and I'm shoah as hell not walkin around in soakin wet clothes and if I'm not mistaken, you'se have a deadline ta make at da distribution office."
"Fine" Spot sighed in defeat. "We'll go ta yoah place, AFTAH you'se get yoah papes."
"I'll go ta my place, you'se get da papes."
"No Aurora, yoah sellin wit me" Spot said forcefully. "And yoah not leavin me sight."
"You'se don trust me do you'se?" Spot let out a small laugh confirming Aurora's suspicions. "Like I said Spot, yoah gonna regret dis."
"Why, would ya rathah be sellin wit somebody else?"
"Of coise I would" Aurora replied bluntly, with a slight laugh.
"Who?"
"Reffy."
"Reffy?" Spot laughed again. "You'd end yoah day in da Refuge if you'se sell wit him. We don call him Reffy foah nothin."
"I know that" Aurora looked up at Spot, her eyes twinkling, which Spot had learned was a bad sign. "Well, why do they call you'se Spot? Not a fierce name foah da high and mighty leadah of da Brooklyn newsies" Aurora said in a mocking manner. "What's yoah real name?"
"No" Spot said firmly but also tensing up dome at the question. This was what he was expecting, she was trying to dig into his past, trying to find that way to really hurt him. "We have a strict don ask, don tell policy wit da newsies."
"Good thing I'm not a newsie" Aurora replied, observing Spot's stone cold face. "Well den, I suppose if yoah not gonna tell me, I'll have to find out meself. I like a challenge."
"Oh really" Spot replied. "Ya like a challenge but you'se seem ta dread the prospect of spending an entire day wit me" Aurora only rolled her eyes at this comment. "Fine den, I suppose if yoah goin go poking around, tryin ta get inta my past I'll have ta do some poking around on my own and find out about you'se."
"Theah's only one person who knows anythin about me and I doubt you'll want ta talk wit dem."
"Yeah, well theah's only one person who can tell you'se anythin about me and you'll have ta find dem foist."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"So it's a challenge huh? What do I get if I find out about you'se foist. What do I get if, and when, I win?" Aurora said deviously.
"If you'se win. . ." Spot repeated thoughtfully. "If you'se win ya can leave and I'll nevah bothah you'se again. And if I win?"
"Spot, I don't know what you'se want."
"Well think of what yoah doin as payback foah stealin me cane. If you'se win it's basically like I'm sayin I forget everythin you'se did and yoah debt is repaid."
"Oooh" Aurora said with a nod. "If you'se win I'll pay my debt as a Brooklyn newsie til I'm 18 or yoah no longah leadah. Whichevah comes foist. And. . ." Aurora added semi-reluctantly. "I'll treat you'se with some respect."
"Jus some?"
"As much as I can mustah foah you'se."
"Alright. Deal?" Spot spit on his hand and stuck it out to Aurora.
"Wait. . ." Aurora said thoughtfully, her eyes twinkling again. She looked around, disappointed to see there were still some newsies hanging around. "If I win you'll have ta. . ." and she stood on her tiptoes to whisper something in Spot's ear. She stepped down, grinning her rare grin, and Spot stood there fuming.
"Fine den. If I win den you'se have ta. . ." and he whispered something in Aurora's ear. The grin quickly disappeared from her face and he stepped back to see her face now turning red.
"No. . ." she gasped.
"Oh right. Why should I trust you'se ta keep yoah woid. Yoah jus a thief."
"I may be a thief Spot, but I'm a goil of me honah. It's jus dat. . ." she trailed off.
"Oh, I think I've found something dat da great Aurora feahs" he smirked triumphantly.
"Yeah, well it won't happen. Ya will regret dis Spot, I promise" and she spit in her hand. "It's a deal" she stuck her hand out to Spot. Spot spit on his hand and shook hands with Aurora, each holding eye contact with each other and gripping the others hand quite hard. The game was on.
CHAPTER FIVE: THE GAME IS ON
"Good mohnin doll face" Aurora moaned and rolled over, swatting at whoever it was standing above her talking to her. "C'mon sweet cheeks" at that, much to the surprise of Spot, Aurora shot up quickly, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled his face about two inches away from hers.
"Ya call me sweet cheeks again and you'se won be able ta say anythin foah a veahy long time" she growled in his face and then pushed him back fiercely.
"Well den doll face" he tested. Aurora raised her eyebrows and gave him a look of extreme irritation but did nothing else. "Ya gotta get up and goin."
"Who ah you'se? Me muddah?" she glared and fell back down on her sleep pad, pulling the blanket over her head.
"Alright missy" Spot growled, leaning down and yanking the cover off. He then proceeded to pull a very tired and pissed off Aurora up and look her in the eyes. "Ya get up and you'se get movin or else you'se won be able ta sit foah a veahy long time."
"Great. I won sit and you'se won talk" she shot back. "Wheah am I goin? Home?"
"No, yoah sellin papes ta earn yoah stay heah" Spot said. Aurora nodded her head unenthusiastically, but decided not to argue and turned to head to the washroom. Spot grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back around. "You'll be sellin with me" he added fiercely with a growl.
"Oh, dis is gonna be one hell of a day" she let out a sigh and turned back around. "You'll regret this Spot, ya really will" she said as she made her way to the washroom.
"No" Spot said quietly to himself with his signature smirk. "You will."
Aurora stumbled into the washroom, groggy and irritated. "Damn him" she muttered to herself as she splashed cold water on her face. "Damn him and his prissy attitude" she continued to mutter things like this as she went about her business in the washroom. Fifteen minutes later she emerged, still wearing the same brown knee length skirt and gray three-quarters sleeve shirt with an unbuttoned blue blouse over it as she had the day before. She marched up to Spot, who was waiting impatiently and poked him in the chest with her finger.
"We'ah goin ta my place" she demanded.
"What?" Spot asked looking down at the short Italian in front of him.
"I said, we'ah goin ta my place" she repeated slowly for Spot. "Dese ah da same clothes I woah yestahday and they'ah filthy."
"So?" Spot asked.
"So. . . I don like weahin doity clothes."
"Can't you'se jus wash dem?" Spot asked dumbly.
"Spot, who washes yoah clothes? You'se don I suppose."
"Luna washes dem."
"Alright Spot, I'll walk ya through dis" she said deviously. "Foist, ya soak da clothes in watah. Now, in case ya didn't know, watah is wet. Then you'se clean dem wit soap. Aftah dat ya rinse dem off cause ya don wanna leave soap in dem" Spot glared at Aurora for making him sound like such a fool. "Now, aftah they've been rinsed, what ah dey?"
"Clean. . ." Spot said irritably. "And wet."
"Veahy good Spot!" she replied in mock excitement. "They'ah wet! Now it takes a while ta dry clothes and I'm shoah as hell not walkin around in soakin wet clothes and if I'm not mistaken, you'se have a deadline ta make at da distribution office."
"Fine" Spot sighed in defeat. "We'll go ta yoah place, AFTAH you'se get yoah papes."
"I'll go ta my place, you'se get da papes."
"No Aurora, yoah sellin wit me" Spot said forcefully. "And yoah not leavin me sight."
"You'se don trust me do you'se?" Spot let out a small laugh confirming Aurora's suspicions. "Like I said Spot, yoah gonna regret dis."
"Why, would ya rathah be sellin wit somebody else?"
"Of coise I would" Aurora replied bluntly, with a slight laugh.
"Who?"
"Reffy."
"Reffy?" Spot laughed again. "You'd end yoah day in da Refuge if you'se sell wit him. We don call him Reffy foah nothin."
"I know that" Aurora looked up at Spot, her eyes twinkling, which Spot had learned was a bad sign. "Well, why do they call you'se Spot? Not a fierce name foah da high and mighty leadah of da Brooklyn newsies" Aurora said in a mocking manner. "What's yoah real name?"
"No" Spot said firmly but also tensing up dome at the question. This was what he was expecting, she was trying to dig into his past, trying to find that way to really hurt him. "We have a strict don ask, don tell policy wit da newsies."
"Good thing I'm not a newsie" Aurora replied, observing Spot's stone cold face. "Well den, I suppose if yoah not gonna tell me, I'll have to find out meself. I like a challenge."
"Oh really" Spot replied. "Ya like a challenge but you'se seem ta dread the prospect of spending an entire day wit me" Aurora only rolled her eyes at this comment. "Fine den, I suppose if yoah goin go poking around, tryin ta get inta my past I'll have ta do some poking around on my own and find out about you'se."
"Theah's only one person who knows anythin about me and I doubt you'll want ta talk wit dem."
"Yeah, well theah's only one person who can tell you'se anythin about me and you'll have ta find dem foist."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"So it's a challenge huh? What do I get if I find out about you'se foist. What do I get if, and when, I win?" Aurora said deviously.
"If you'se win. . ." Spot repeated thoughtfully. "If you'se win ya can leave and I'll nevah bothah you'se again. And if I win?"
"Spot, I don't know what you'se want."
"Well think of what yoah doin as payback foah stealin me cane. If you'se win it's basically like I'm sayin I forget everythin you'se did and yoah debt is repaid."
"Oooh" Aurora said with a nod. "If you'se win I'll pay my debt as a Brooklyn newsie til I'm 18 or yoah no longah leadah. Whichevah comes foist. And. . ." Aurora added semi-reluctantly. "I'll treat you'se with some respect."
"Jus some?"
"As much as I can mustah foah you'se."
"Alright. Deal?" Spot spit on his hand and stuck it out to Aurora.
"Wait. . ." Aurora said thoughtfully, her eyes twinkling again. She looked around, disappointed to see there were still some newsies hanging around. "If I win you'll have ta. . ." and she stood on her tiptoes to whisper something in Spot's ear. She stepped down, grinning her rare grin, and Spot stood there fuming.
"Fine den. If I win den you'se have ta. . ." and he whispered something in Aurora's ear. The grin quickly disappeared from her face and he stepped back to see her face now turning red.
"No. . ." she gasped.
"Oh right. Why should I trust you'se ta keep yoah woid. Yoah jus a thief."
"I may be a thief Spot, but I'm a goil of me honah. It's jus dat. . ." she trailed off.
"Oh, I think I've found something dat da great Aurora feahs" he smirked triumphantly.
"Yeah, well it won't happen. Ya will regret dis Spot, I promise" and she spit in her hand. "It's a deal" she stuck her hand out to Spot. Spot spit on his hand and shook hands with Aurora, each holding eye contact with each other and gripping the others hand quite hard. The game was on.
