Disclaimer: I wish I owned Newsies (especially Spot), but unfortunately, I
don't, Disney does. Please don't sue me!
A/N- Okay, I know I still have two other stories I haven't finished, but I thought of a cool idea that I just had to write. I promise that I will finish "The New Girl", so have no fear! As for "Out of This World", I dunno yet, we'll see. So, I hope you enjoy this first chapter, and please tell me what you think!
Chapter 1
I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on her. I was walking in downtown Brooklyn selling newspapers as usual. Everyday I would visit the local flower store because the owner always bought his paper from me. So, one day on my usual visit, I walked towards the store, and as my eyes veered towards the entrance, I saw her. She was the most radiant creature I had ever laid eyes on. She was tall and slender, with hair the color of gold, and the perfect skin tone to match. Her long, flowing hair brought out her aqua blue eyes. Covering her perfect body was a white blouse tucked in a long grey skirt.
I remember stopping dead in my tracks as I stared at this angel before me. Who was she? Why hadn't I seen her before? All sorts of questions raced though my mind as I stood there, motionless. That's when I caught her eye. Was she smiling at me? Yes, there it was, the most contagious smile I had ever seen. Seeing her smile at me made me return the favor.
Go talk to her, I thought to myself, but I couldn't move. I just watched as she turned her head and disappeared into the street. When I finally snapped myself out of this trance, I continued into the flower shop, determined to ask my old buddy Joe (the storekeeper) about her. He told me that she placed an order for flowers for her mother's birthday, and that she would be coming back two days later. That's my chance! I thought to myself. I would make it my goal to talk to her and ask her out. After all, who ever turned down the great Spot Conlon?
Things weren't as easy as I thought they'd be. I remember our first conversation. She had just barely walked out of the store, carrying a dozen different types of flowers when I greeted her.
"Mornin' miss," I said as I tipped my hat.
"Oh, I don't want a paper, my dad normally buys them," she replied.
"No, I wasn't tryin' to sell yous a papeh, I just thought I'd say hi to a pretty goil such as yaself." Nothing, not even a smile! I was used to girls giggling or blushing, or at least something! I wasn't getting much of a response from her, which only increased my interest.
"Oh." She started to walk away when I ran in front of her. She stopped and looked at me, puzzled.
"Do ya always take compliments so well?" I asked her.
"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I must be going." Again, she walked around me and tried to get away, but I was not about to let that happen.
"What's the rush?" I asked as I walked next to her.
"It's my mother's birthday, and she loves flowers, so I bought these to put on the table for her birthday dinner," she said as she continued walking.
"Dat's nice. Can I at least get a name outta ya?"
"Why do you want to know my name?" What kind of a question was that? Why wouldn't I want to know her name!
"Just curious, dat's all," was all I could think to say. I wasn't about to completely let my guard down and reveal all my thoughts to her, at least not right now.
"Well, if you really want to know its Isabelle." Isabelle, the most beautiful name in the world!
"Deh, dat wasn't so hard, now was it?" Finally! I got a smile out of her!
"I'll see you later!" And then she walked faster into the streets. I just stopped and let her go. She was all I thought about until our next meeting.
You know, not to sound too cocky or anything, but I have always been a ladies' man. I have never had a hard time getting girls, at least until I met Isabelle, boy was that girl a challenge or what! I mean, I could tell she was at least somewhat attracted to me, but no matter what I did, she always turned me down. Even though she never ceased to be polite about it, it still was discouraging, yet at the same time intriguing. Why was she being so difficult? What was she afraid of?
It wasn't until later that she finally confessed the reason why. Her friends had told her to stay away from me, that I was some sort of heartbreaker. I've had my heartbroken too, you know! Plus, I can't help it if girls like me and I don't feel the same way. I wouldn't exactly label myself as a heartbreaker! I don't play girls. If I like what I see, I try it out. Sometimes we click, sometimes we don't.
It wasn't until a couple months later that she finally let me be the man in her life. I'm proud to say, neither of us have regretted it since. It's been a little over a year now, and I still love her now as much as I did then, maybe even more. It's easy to love her, she's smart, beautiful, funny, and makes me want to be a better person. I don't know how I would live without her.
A/N- Okay, I know I still have two other stories I haven't finished, but I thought of a cool idea that I just had to write. I promise that I will finish "The New Girl", so have no fear! As for "Out of This World", I dunno yet, we'll see. So, I hope you enjoy this first chapter, and please tell me what you think!
Chapter 1
I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on her. I was walking in downtown Brooklyn selling newspapers as usual. Everyday I would visit the local flower store because the owner always bought his paper from me. So, one day on my usual visit, I walked towards the store, and as my eyes veered towards the entrance, I saw her. She was the most radiant creature I had ever laid eyes on. She was tall and slender, with hair the color of gold, and the perfect skin tone to match. Her long, flowing hair brought out her aqua blue eyes. Covering her perfect body was a white blouse tucked in a long grey skirt.
I remember stopping dead in my tracks as I stared at this angel before me. Who was she? Why hadn't I seen her before? All sorts of questions raced though my mind as I stood there, motionless. That's when I caught her eye. Was she smiling at me? Yes, there it was, the most contagious smile I had ever seen. Seeing her smile at me made me return the favor.
Go talk to her, I thought to myself, but I couldn't move. I just watched as she turned her head and disappeared into the street. When I finally snapped myself out of this trance, I continued into the flower shop, determined to ask my old buddy Joe (the storekeeper) about her. He told me that she placed an order for flowers for her mother's birthday, and that she would be coming back two days later. That's my chance! I thought to myself. I would make it my goal to talk to her and ask her out. After all, who ever turned down the great Spot Conlon?
Things weren't as easy as I thought they'd be. I remember our first conversation. She had just barely walked out of the store, carrying a dozen different types of flowers when I greeted her.
"Mornin' miss," I said as I tipped my hat.
"Oh, I don't want a paper, my dad normally buys them," she replied.
"No, I wasn't tryin' to sell yous a papeh, I just thought I'd say hi to a pretty goil such as yaself." Nothing, not even a smile! I was used to girls giggling or blushing, or at least something! I wasn't getting much of a response from her, which only increased my interest.
"Oh." She started to walk away when I ran in front of her. She stopped and looked at me, puzzled.
"Do ya always take compliments so well?" I asked her.
"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I must be going." Again, she walked around me and tried to get away, but I was not about to let that happen.
"What's the rush?" I asked as I walked next to her.
"It's my mother's birthday, and she loves flowers, so I bought these to put on the table for her birthday dinner," she said as she continued walking.
"Dat's nice. Can I at least get a name outta ya?"
"Why do you want to know my name?" What kind of a question was that? Why wouldn't I want to know her name!
"Just curious, dat's all," was all I could think to say. I wasn't about to completely let my guard down and reveal all my thoughts to her, at least not right now.
"Well, if you really want to know its Isabelle." Isabelle, the most beautiful name in the world!
"Deh, dat wasn't so hard, now was it?" Finally! I got a smile out of her!
"I'll see you later!" And then she walked faster into the streets. I just stopped and let her go. She was all I thought about until our next meeting.
You know, not to sound too cocky or anything, but I have always been a ladies' man. I have never had a hard time getting girls, at least until I met Isabelle, boy was that girl a challenge or what! I mean, I could tell she was at least somewhat attracted to me, but no matter what I did, she always turned me down. Even though she never ceased to be polite about it, it still was discouraging, yet at the same time intriguing. Why was she being so difficult? What was she afraid of?
It wasn't until later that she finally confessed the reason why. Her friends had told her to stay away from me, that I was some sort of heartbreaker. I've had my heartbroken too, you know! Plus, I can't help it if girls like me and I don't feel the same way. I wouldn't exactly label myself as a heartbreaker! I don't play girls. If I like what I see, I try it out. Sometimes we click, sometimes we don't.
It wasn't until a couple months later that she finally let me be the man in her life. I'm proud to say, neither of us have regretted it since. It's been a little over a year now, and I still love her now as much as I did then, maybe even more. It's easy to love her, she's smart, beautiful, funny, and makes me want to be a better person. I don't know how I would live without her.