(AN: I know it's been a long time since I've updated, but oh well. What can
you do? LOL. Ok actually I've been pretty busy, I've been spending time
with my best friend. She is moving away Sunday. Yeah, sad I know. So now
I'm enrolling in different high school. This new high school is a lot
closer to where I live than the one I was going to before. Thanks to my two
Beta readers! You know who you are! Thanks guys! So anyway on with the
story!)
Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice By CiCi
Spot watched the carriage roll away. Sighing he turned to the lodging house and went inside only to face the 30 or so anxiously waiting boys. Yells and rude statements were heard through out the building.
"Wha'd money-bags want, Spot?"
"Spot, who da hell was he?"
"Wha'd he want?"
"God, he was tight wad! Wonder what's up his ass."
Each boy wanting to know who that man was and what he wanted, busted out loud with their own comments. Also a familiar voice was heard through out the commotion. A voice he knew so well. He couldn't see his face, but just by his voice he could find him.
"Hey leave da guy alone! Can't ya see he's worn down?"
Spot turned toward the voice. Right away he could spot his younger cousins' head in the crowd. He grinned in spite of himself. Runner always knew what he was feeling and thinking. At that simple statement the crowd quieted. The boys parted and Runner stepped through to the circle where the leader stood proudly.
"Runnah." Spot simply stated.
"Youah majesty." Runner answered back with a serious face, but the boys of Brooklyn weren't that kind, they busted out laughing at Runner's wit. Spot rolled his eyes.
"C'mon we gotta talk." Spot gestured up-stairs.
Spot strode up to his room with Runner in tow. Some of the boys had grim faces; others gave good luck signs to Runner obviously thinking that he was in trouble. Spot calmly walked into his room and leaned on the warped dresser. It was the only piece of furniture he had in his room not counting the three-legged stool that sat in the corner facing the window. Dirty clothes were put under the window, which wasn't very clean either. It was so dirty that one could barley see the cobblestone street. Spot had once tried to clean it, back when he first was appointed leader. He found a rag downstairs in a closet that was hidden away in the deserted kitchen. He grabbed it, hoping that no one would miss it. He jogged up to his bathroom to wet it and tried to clean the window, but that was easier said than done. Trying for about 10 minutes and not being able to get anything off, he deemed it un-cleanable and never bothered again.
Runner slowly walked to Spot's bed and sat down. After a few minutes of tense silence he started fidgeting under Spot's raw stare. He was absolutely sure that no one could ever match his cousin's stares. It was so intense that it could over take even the strongest willed man. He glanced up from his hands to look at Spot. The elder was still staring at him. The leader sighed and turned around to look in the mirror. Runner finally couldn't stand the deafening silence anymore.
"Was there a reason you called me up here Spot? Does it have to do with that man?" Runner asked.
Through the mirror Spot just smiled at Runner. He was laughing on the inside though. He was laughing at the fact that Runner was still switching accents. Through the years Runner had acquired a perfect Brooklyn, with the help of Spot of course, but refused to use it with his parents, or at school, or at other places involving adults and such. The only time he would talk with it was when he was with the boys. When he and Spot were alone Runner saw no need to use it. The Brooklyn leader already knew that he actually didn't have an accent, but pretended he did. Sighing Spot answered the question that was previously asked.
"Yeah, dere was a reason I called ya up heah. And yeah, it has ta do wit dat man. I know dat you would take ovah Brooklyn if anything would happen ta me. And I'm telling ya now that you're gonna have ta."
"What?" He asked to double check what he had heard through disbelieving ears.
"Yeah kid, ya gonna take over Brooklyn for awhile. Ya gonna get a taste of it. Foah a month, while I'm gone."
"Wait. Where are you going?" He asked with shock and peaking curiosity.
"Remember dat big headline we read about a month ago? It said something like Gates Runnin Foah Mayah. Da man was Gates' campaign managah. Well mistah Gates has it in his head dat I'm gonna come ta his hoity-toity mansion and live dere for a month for his campaign. I'm gonna have ta do it too. He said dat dey would call da bulls and I would have ta go ta the Refuge if I didn't. You know I'm not afraid of da Refuge, but kid I couldn't leave you to look over Brooklyn by ya self. I doubt you'll be able ta last a month, but I'm trusting ya, and I think ya can handle it if ya really set ya mind ta it."
"Well what about just going to the Refuge and then we could break you out?" Runner asked desperately.
"I already thought about dat. Ya know dat what Cowboy does doesn't always woik. And I'm not gonna chance it. Brooklyn would be in chaos if I wound up in da Refuge. You know it and I know it. And I know dat ya can take ovah foah me for da time I'm gone. So shut ya trap and accept it." 'I already have' Spot mentally added at the end of his short speech.
Sighing Runner got up off the bed and walked toward Spot. He stopped a good few feet behind him. Spot all the while was still turned to the mirror watching him closely. Sighing and running his fingers through his hair the younger Conlon asked another question.
"You'll be gone a month. You want me to be leader while your gone. And you want me to accept that. Ok I can accept it, but when are you going to tell the others? I doubt they will accept it."
"Hey," Runner was cut off sharply, "Dey all accepted it when I appointed ya my second. And who evah don't will get soaked da second dey say so." Spot grinned. "And it'll be you doin all da soakin. I'm gonna tell da boys tomorrah. I don't want ya ta go blabin ya mouth to dem bout dis. Ya get me?"
"Yes, I get you." Runner sighed, Spot could now tell that the youth was stressed, "I need a cigarette."
The simple statement wasn't taken lightly. Spot knew the kid only smoked on rare occasions. The only time he could remember the boy smoking was when he was trying to look tough, when he was drunk, or when he was stressed. He knew that Runner didn't have to look tough when they were alone, he didn't think Runner was drunk so it had to be that he was stressed. Still he rummaged through his top drawer, turned around and tossed a cigarette and matches to Runner who automatically caught it.
"Dat was my last one. Enjoy it." Spot turned and walked straight out of the room without another glance at the boy.
(AN: Ok I hope you enjoyed that. I know I did. It seems like every time I write a new chapter they seem to get longer. Yipee! Its 12:00 pm here and I'm freaking tired! LOL! Oh well! Spot might meet the family in the next chapter! We'll have to see! Hehehe!)
Shout-outs:
Morning Dew: I hope you liked my new summary! I made it just for you! Lol!!!! I'm glad you enjoy the story! I hope you enjoy this new chapter! Thanks for letting me use Runner in this chapter! I owe you one! I love your site! Are you going to be putting up others Fan fiction on it? If so can I put mine on there? Luvs and Hugs!
Shortstack and Fishface: thanks for the review! I hope you liked this chapter! I would of put it up sooner, but I didn't have time to write it! Oops on my part. I'm trying to get the chapters up as soon as I can, but I'm a procrastinator. I'm even surprised I got this far! I think it's the reviews that keep me going! I'm wanting to please everyone so I'm going to have to finish writing this! Luvs and Hugs!
Megabee Athlete: Thanks for your input! I'm glad you like the idea of the story! I hope you liked this chapter! Luvs and Hugs!
AA Battery: I loved your review! I cant wait for Spot to shut them up too! I'll see you next chapter! Ta Ta! Luvs and Hugs!
Butterfly: You review rocks my socks!!! LOL! If you would like to make me up a new summary I would be forever thankful! I just want to say that I love your stories! When's the next chapter coming out? *fidgets in her chair* I'm very impatient about that! If I read a good story I want an update right then and there! Your story Apple Pie and Broken Shoes is great! I love the sequal so far! I wish I could write as good as you do! But hey I'm working on it! I'm not quite there, but I think I'm improving with each chapter! Luvs and Hugs!
Seraph: Hey its ok that you missed the second chapter! I was a little disappointed that I got only one review, but if you missed it you missed it! At least you made it up to me and reviewed both chapters 2 and 3! LOL! So no worries! Yeah I think Spot would of gone for the good of Brooklyn , so he did! Isn't he righteous? LOL! Well hope you liked this chapter! Luvs and Hugs!
Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice By CiCi
Spot watched the carriage roll away. Sighing he turned to the lodging house and went inside only to face the 30 or so anxiously waiting boys. Yells and rude statements were heard through out the building.
"Wha'd money-bags want, Spot?"
"Spot, who da hell was he?"
"Wha'd he want?"
"God, he was tight wad! Wonder what's up his ass."
Each boy wanting to know who that man was and what he wanted, busted out loud with their own comments. Also a familiar voice was heard through out the commotion. A voice he knew so well. He couldn't see his face, but just by his voice he could find him.
"Hey leave da guy alone! Can't ya see he's worn down?"
Spot turned toward the voice. Right away he could spot his younger cousins' head in the crowd. He grinned in spite of himself. Runner always knew what he was feeling and thinking. At that simple statement the crowd quieted. The boys parted and Runner stepped through to the circle where the leader stood proudly.
"Runnah." Spot simply stated.
"Youah majesty." Runner answered back with a serious face, but the boys of Brooklyn weren't that kind, they busted out laughing at Runner's wit. Spot rolled his eyes.
"C'mon we gotta talk." Spot gestured up-stairs.
Spot strode up to his room with Runner in tow. Some of the boys had grim faces; others gave good luck signs to Runner obviously thinking that he was in trouble. Spot calmly walked into his room and leaned on the warped dresser. It was the only piece of furniture he had in his room not counting the three-legged stool that sat in the corner facing the window. Dirty clothes were put under the window, which wasn't very clean either. It was so dirty that one could barley see the cobblestone street. Spot had once tried to clean it, back when he first was appointed leader. He found a rag downstairs in a closet that was hidden away in the deserted kitchen. He grabbed it, hoping that no one would miss it. He jogged up to his bathroom to wet it and tried to clean the window, but that was easier said than done. Trying for about 10 minutes and not being able to get anything off, he deemed it un-cleanable and never bothered again.
Runner slowly walked to Spot's bed and sat down. After a few minutes of tense silence he started fidgeting under Spot's raw stare. He was absolutely sure that no one could ever match his cousin's stares. It was so intense that it could over take even the strongest willed man. He glanced up from his hands to look at Spot. The elder was still staring at him. The leader sighed and turned around to look in the mirror. Runner finally couldn't stand the deafening silence anymore.
"Was there a reason you called me up here Spot? Does it have to do with that man?" Runner asked.
Through the mirror Spot just smiled at Runner. He was laughing on the inside though. He was laughing at the fact that Runner was still switching accents. Through the years Runner had acquired a perfect Brooklyn, with the help of Spot of course, but refused to use it with his parents, or at school, or at other places involving adults and such. The only time he would talk with it was when he was with the boys. When he and Spot were alone Runner saw no need to use it. The Brooklyn leader already knew that he actually didn't have an accent, but pretended he did. Sighing Spot answered the question that was previously asked.
"Yeah, dere was a reason I called ya up heah. And yeah, it has ta do wit dat man. I know dat you would take ovah Brooklyn if anything would happen ta me. And I'm telling ya now that you're gonna have ta."
"What?" He asked to double check what he had heard through disbelieving ears.
"Yeah kid, ya gonna take over Brooklyn for awhile. Ya gonna get a taste of it. Foah a month, while I'm gone."
"Wait. Where are you going?" He asked with shock and peaking curiosity.
"Remember dat big headline we read about a month ago? It said something like Gates Runnin Foah Mayah. Da man was Gates' campaign managah. Well mistah Gates has it in his head dat I'm gonna come ta his hoity-toity mansion and live dere for a month for his campaign. I'm gonna have ta do it too. He said dat dey would call da bulls and I would have ta go ta the Refuge if I didn't. You know I'm not afraid of da Refuge, but kid I couldn't leave you to look over Brooklyn by ya self. I doubt you'll be able ta last a month, but I'm trusting ya, and I think ya can handle it if ya really set ya mind ta it."
"Well what about just going to the Refuge and then we could break you out?" Runner asked desperately.
"I already thought about dat. Ya know dat what Cowboy does doesn't always woik. And I'm not gonna chance it. Brooklyn would be in chaos if I wound up in da Refuge. You know it and I know it. And I know dat ya can take ovah foah me for da time I'm gone. So shut ya trap and accept it." 'I already have' Spot mentally added at the end of his short speech.
Sighing Runner got up off the bed and walked toward Spot. He stopped a good few feet behind him. Spot all the while was still turned to the mirror watching him closely. Sighing and running his fingers through his hair the younger Conlon asked another question.
"You'll be gone a month. You want me to be leader while your gone. And you want me to accept that. Ok I can accept it, but when are you going to tell the others? I doubt they will accept it."
"Hey," Runner was cut off sharply, "Dey all accepted it when I appointed ya my second. And who evah don't will get soaked da second dey say so." Spot grinned. "And it'll be you doin all da soakin. I'm gonna tell da boys tomorrah. I don't want ya ta go blabin ya mouth to dem bout dis. Ya get me?"
"Yes, I get you." Runner sighed, Spot could now tell that the youth was stressed, "I need a cigarette."
The simple statement wasn't taken lightly. Spot knew the kid only smoked on rare occasions. The only time he could remember the boy smoking was when he was trying to look tough, when he was drunk, or when he was stressed. He knew that Runner didn't have to look tough when they were alone, he didn't think Runner was drunk so it had to be that he was stressed. Still he rummaged through his top drawer, turned around and tossed a cigarette and matches to Runner who automatically caught it.
"Dat was my last one. Enjoy it." Spot turned and walked straight out of the room without another glance at the boy.
(AN: Ok I hope you enjoyed that. I know I did. It seems like every time I write a new chapter they seem to get longer. Yipee! Its 12:00 pm here and I'm freaking tired! LOL! Oh well! Spot might meet the family in the next chapter! We'll have to see! Hehehe!)
Shout-outs:
Morning Dew: I hope you liked my new summary! I made it just for you! Lol!!!! I'm glad you enjoy the story! I hope you enjoy this new chapter! Thanks for letting me use Runner in this chapter! I owe you one! I love your site! Are you going to be putting up others Fan fiction on it? If so can I put mine on there? Luvs and Hugs!
Shortstack and Fishface: thanks for the review! I hope you liked this chapter! I would of put it up sooner, but I didn't have time to write it! Oops on my part. I'm trying to get the chapters up as soon as I can, but I'm a procrastinator. I'm even surprised I got this far! I think it's the reviews that keep me going! I'm wanting to please everyone so I'm going to have to finish writing this! Luvs and Hugs!
Megabee Athlete: Thanks for your input! I'm glad you like the idea of the story! I hope you liked this chapter! Luvs and Hugs!
AA Battery: I loved your review! I cant wait for Spot to shut them up too! I'll see you next chapter! Ta Ta! Luvs and Hugs!
Butterfly: You review rocks my socks!!! LOL! If you would like to make me up a new summary I would be forever thankful! I just want to say that I love your stories! When's the next chapter coming out? *fidgets in her chair* I'm very impatient about that! If I read a good story I want an update right then and there! Your story Apple Pie and Broken Shoes is great! I love the sequal so far! I wish I could write as good as you do! But hey I'm working on it! I'm not quite there, but I think I'm improving with each chapter! Luvs and Hugs!
Seraph: Hey its ok that you missed the second chapter! I was a little disappointed that I got only one review, but if you missed it you missed it! At least you made it up to me and reviewed both chapters 2 and 3! LOL! So no worries! Yeah I think Spot would of gone for the good of Brooklyn , so he did! Isn't he righteous? LOL! Well hope you liked this chapter! Luvs and Hugs!
