A/N-yay! Another chapter!! And if you're wondering my ear has gotten
better! I wrote this chapter in the car as we took my brother back to
college (y'know his roommate is kinda cute). Haha, but anyway, if it seems
a little weird that's because I wasn't in my full writing mood. It's also
a little on the short side. . . But I did watch newsies last night :-D.
That helped! Thank you for my loverly reviews, I just love them! So if
you keep reviewing, I'll keep writing and we'll all be one big happy
family. Woohoo! Now, on with the story
CHAPTER EIGHT: SPRING CONFESSIONS
Spot and Aurora made their way to the apartment that Aurora had "borrowed" so she could change her clothes and get some stuff to bring back to the warehouse for the time being. He followed her to an alley, the same alley she had been dragged from yesterday, and she headed to the fire escape.
"Stay theah" she ordered as she began to climb up.
"How do I know you'll come back?"
"Yoah gonna have ta trust me" she climbed to the first platform and looked down at him. "Plus, I got a bet ta keep" Spot nodded and watched her climb some more and then slip into a window and out of his sight. He sighed and began pacing back and forth in front of the fire escape.
"Could ya stop?" a small voice piped up. Spot looked around in surprise and spotted a small girl leaning up against one of the brick walls. "Yoah makin me dizzy."
"Who ah you'se" Spot demanded after he had stopped pacing.
"Dey call me Spring" she said, stepping forward. Spot could now see her short, dirty blonde hair that stopped at her chin and shifty green eyes. Her clothes were slightly tattered and dirty but he didn't expect more from a street kid. "I suppose yoah Spot Conlon" she said, sizing him up.
"Dat I am" he said in a cocky manner. "How would you'se know?"
"Everybody's hoid of you'se" she said. "Well most everybody on da streets have."
"Well Aurora hadn't."
"She makes shoah that she only associates wit as few people as possible" Spot raised an eyebrow. "The less people she knows, the hardah to get caught."
"Oh" Spot nodded. "But you'se street thieves know each othah. . ."
"Ya know, newsies ain't da only organized group around heah" she rolled her eyes. "You'll find bunches of street kids round heah. And we all keep in touch, foah security reasons. We got thieves, sweat shop kids, factory kids, ya name em, we got em. But we don have any newsies."
"Coise not."
"I suppose dat would be yoah job, watchin ovah da newsies. So, yoah Spot Conlon" Spring began to smile. "And heah I was thinkin Bandit was only good at stealin."
"Bandit?"
"Aurora. . ." Spring said slowly.
"Oh" Spot replied again dumbly, not liking the girl's tone.
"Kinda weird dat you'se don know much about her. But I suppose ya wouldn't' if it's jus a one night thing."
"A one night thing?" Spot let out a laugh. "So dat's what ya think is goin on. No, ya see, Aurora's in my debt."
"Oh really? Foah what?"
"She stole my cane."
"Dat sounds just like her. Smaht goil" Spring laughed. "So, why ah ya hangin round heah jus cause she asked you'se too if she's in yoah debt?"
"Well, we gots a kinda bet goin on too" Spot looked at Spring thoughtfully. "Say, ya seem ta know Aurora pretty well."
"She taught me da tricks of da trade" Spring boasted.
"What can you'se tell me bout her?"
"Hang on jus one second heah" Spring held up her hand. "I don jus go round telling random people bout Bandit jus cause they'ah askin bout her" she stroked her chin. "What's in it foah me?"
"Foah you'se?"
"Yeah."
"I dunno" Spot shrugged. "What do you'se want?"
"I want. . ." Spring looked up at the sky in thought. "I want a brand new outfit wit brand new matchin shoes. It's hard ta steal clothes" she explained.
"Done" Spot spit on his hand and the two spit shook.
"What do you'se want ta know bout Bandit?"
"What's her full name?"
"Aurora. . ." Spring stopped. "Wait, why do you'se want ta know dese things?"
"It's foah our bet" he explained. Spring nodded and continued.
"Her full name is Aurora Marie Capone" she replied. "Anythin else?"
"Yeah, how do you'se. . ." Spot began but was cut off by Aurora's voice.
"Well I see you've met Spring, Spot" she called from the platform she was standing on.
"Dat I have" he replied in an annoyed tone. Aurora bounded down the fire escape, carrying a pillowcase stuffed with supplies and wearing a pair of black pants that were torn so they only stopped at the knee, a white undershirt with an unbuttoned red short-sleeved blouse over it, and her boots. After she got to the bottom, she dropped the case and embraced her friend.
"Hey theah Spring" she said, her eyes sparkling as she let go. "How ah you'se holdin up?"
"Fine, jus fine" Spring grinned and looked from Aurora to Spot. "Now I don wanna be keeping you'se two from yoah plans. Run along now" Aurora rolled her eyes and picked the case up again.
"Let's go drop dis off" she said looking at Spot.
"Alright" he said reluctantly. "Den we can go eat. I know dis good place in Manhattan."
"Fine" Aurora turned back to Spring. "Please take caeah of my place foah me."
"Shoah, shoah" Spring replied. Aurora nodded and headed out of the alley.
"Meet me heah tonight at ten" Spot hissed to Spring before sauntering off after Aurora. Spring grinned to herself before climbing up the fire escape and slipping away into a window.
CHAPTER EIGHT: SPRING CONFESSIONS
Spot and Aurora made their way to the apartment that Aurora had "borrowed" so she could change her clothes and get some stuff to bring back to the warehouse for the time being. He followed her to an alley, the same alley she had been dragged from yesterday, and she headed to the fire escape.
"Stay theah" she ordered as she began to climb up.
"How do I know you'll come back?"
"Yoah gonna have ta trust me" she climbed to the first platform and looked down at him. "Plus, I got a bet ta keep" Spot nodded and watched her climb some more and then slip into a window and out of his sight. He sighed and began pacing back and forth in front of the fire escape.
"Could ya stop?" a small voice piped up. Spot looked around in surprise and spotted a small girl leaning up against one of the brick walls. "Yoah makin me dizzy."
"Who ah you'se" Spot demanded after he had stopped pacing.
"Dey call me Spring" she said, stepping forward. Spot could now see her short, dirty blonde hair that stopped at her chin and shifty green eyes. Her clothes were slightly tattered and dirty but he didn't expect more from a street kid. "I suppose yoah Spot Conlon" she said, sizing him up.
"Dat I am" he said in a cocky manner. "How would you'se know?"
"Everybody's hoid of you'se" she said. "Well most everybody on da streets have."
"Well Aurora hadn't."
"She makes shoah that she only associates wit as few people as possible" Spot raised an eyebrow. "The less people she knows, the hardah to get caught."
"Oh" Spot nodded. "But you'se street thieves know each othah. . ."
"Ya know, newsies ain't da only organized group around heah" she rolled her eyes. "You'll find bunches of street kids round heah. And we all keep in touch, foah security reasons. We got thieves, sweat shop kids, factory kids, ya name em, we got em. But we don have any newsies."
"Coise not."
"I suppose dat would be yoah job, watchin ovah da newsies. So, yoah Spot Conlon" Spring began to smile. "And heah I was thinkin Bandit was only good at stealin."
"Bandit?"
"Aurora. . ." Spring said slowly.
"Oh" Spot replied again dumbly, not liking the girl's tone.
"Kinda weird dat you'se don know much about her. But I suppose ya wouldn't' if it's jus a one night thing."
"A one night thing?" Spot let out a laugh. "So dat's what ya think is goin on. No, ya see, Aurora's in my debt."
"Oh really? Foah what?"
"She stole my cane."
"Dat sounds just like her. Smaht goil" Spring laughed. "So, why ah ya hangin round heah jus cause she asked you'se too if she's in yoah debt?"
"Well, we gots a kinda bet goin on too" Spot looked at Spring thoughtfully. "Say, ya seem ta know Aurora pretty well."
"She taught me da tricks of da trade" Spring boasted.
"What can you'se tell me bout her?"
"Hang on jus one second heah" Spring held up her hand. "I don jus go round telling random people bout Bandit jus cause they'ah askin bout her" she stroked her chin. "What's in it foah me?"
"Foah you'se?"
"Yeah."
"I dunno" Spot shrugged. "What do you'se want?"
"I want. . ." Spring looked up at the sky in thought. "I want a brand new outfit wit brand new matchin shoes. It's hard ta steal clothes" she explained.
"Done" Spot spit on his hand and the two spit shook.
"What do you'se want ta know bout Bandit?"
"What's her full name?"
"Aurora. . ." Spring stopped. "Wait, why do you'se want ta know dese things?"
"It's foah our bet" he explained. Spring nodded and continued.
"Her full name is Aurora Marie Capone" she replied. "Anythin else?"
"Yeah, how do you'se. . ." Spot began but was cut off by Aurora's voice.
"Well I see you've met Spring, Spot" she called from the platform she was standing on.
"Dat I have" he replied in an annoyed tone. Aurora bounded down the fire escape, carrying a pillowcase stuffed with supplies and wearing a pair of black pants that were torn so they only stopped at the knee, a white undershirt with an unbuttoned red short-sleeved blouse over it, and her boots. After she got to the bottom, she dropped the case and embraced her friend.
"Hey theah Spring" she said, her eyes sparkling as she let go. "How ah you'se holdin up?"
"Fine, jus fine" Spring grinned and looked from Aurora to Spot. "Now I don wanna be keeping you'se two from yoah plans. Run along now" Aurora rolled her eyes and picked the case up again.
"Let's go drop dis off" she said looking at Spot.
"Alright" he said reluctantly. "Den we can go eat. I know dis good place in Manhattan."
"Fine" Aurora turned back to Spring. "Please take caeah of my place foah me."
"Shoah, shoah" Spring replied. Aurora nodded and headed out of the alley.
"Meet me heah tonight at ten" Spot hissed to Spring before sauntering off after Aurora. Spring grinned to herself before climbing up the fire escape and slipping away into a window.
