Chapter 9
Shout outs!
To fivefold: You're darn right it was! *sighs as Race kisses her on the cheek* I've loved the stuffings out of him since I first watched the movie! He's so...for lack of a better word...witty ^_^
To Kawaii Julie Sama: I know the couples thing can get really sterotypical but I couldn't help myself...sorry. Thank you for the review, I only got 3 for this chapter *sniffs* Anyways, what's done is done.
To Sapphy: *Shifts uncomfortably* yeaaahhhh....but it wasn't REALLY lying, just improvin' da truth a little...And, no, you can not hug him. Sorry, but I must point out to you at this time that he's mine! ALL MINE!! Mwaahahahah!!! so there! As for the threat-
Skittery: Hey! Geneva!
Me: What?
Skitts: Look heah, it says dat "just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you!"
Me:...Yeah, so?
Skitts: I don't know, I just don't wan' you ta yell at Sapphy, must I remind you, she IS one of yoah favorite authers.
Me: *Sigh* Fine! have it your way!
Andyways...just a deep thought, one to see whether you're in a poetic mood or not. Which verb was invented first: "To Dance" or "To Live" ?
And now...THE DISCLAIMER!!! *Brass band starts playing and people cheer*
Announcer: My fellow citizens...Today is the day for something to be revealed about your author. She does NOT own the Newsies.
Reporter: Are you accusing Spazjoslyn of deception?
Announcer: No, I'm accusing Spazjoslyn of outright fraud!
Spazjoslyn: But you can't because of the speech you just made! you just announced that I wasn't the owner of the Newsies and my readers are witnesses, therefore, you cannot accuse me!
While the Announcer, who is not as bright as he should be (he is a part-time politician) is trying to figure out my last statment I will continue with the story.
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All of a sudden Red regretted that she did know what he did. That was it, they couldn't be friends. A tear ran down her cheek and then she couldn't stop the rest of them.
Race had an aggreived look on his face, "Red what's wrong?"
She could bearly speak through her tears, "Why'd you have to do that?" she sounded angry but was more angry at herself for letting it happen, it wouldn't ever be the same, they couldn't be best friends, let alone good friends for a while at least.
"Why'd you have to make me love you?" The words came unbidden. She loved him, never mind the fact that they would never be able to be friends, they wouldn't anyway. She loved him.
All of a sudden it seemed to Red like she was in the middle of a jigsaw puzzle that was putting itself together. She could talk to him for hours and not get mad, she couldn't do that with her best friend at home. She loved the way he laughed, the way he spoke, she might as well love the way he breathed. Maybe she did.
Race's hand found hers "Gawd, Red, I's so sorry..." He didn't know what to say, why couldn't he find anything to say. He would've started cursing every living member of his family for letting him be born, and perhaps down to great-great-great-grandfathers if his thoughts hadn't been interrupted.
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Jack was smoking a cigarett and getting more angry by the second. He knew Red and Race were best friends but this was taking to darn long.
"Hey, Boots," He called.
Boots looked annoyed, and he had a right to be, he was just woken up from a nap. "What?"
"Have you seen Race an' Red?" He got annoyed quickly himself when Boots was cranky. He could be as incooperative as heck.
"No, dey's always gone foah foreva."
Jack sighed, they'd better get back soon, or he'd have to give someone a soakin'.
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"I'm sorry too." Geneva answered quietly, just before she ran towards the direction of the loding house.
"Red! Wait!" Race started to run after her, he wanted to apologize, explain, anything, but was stopped short.
"Don't follow me!" She yelled behind her.
Race felt as though he had been punched in the stomach. Don't follow her...Don't follow her. The sentence seemed to repeat itself as he stomped his way, dazed, though the street.
He continued walking to the square where he knew Jack would be waiting, occasionally stopping long enough to kick a pebble at a cooing pigeon. One made a sort of squawking noise and Race looked as though he was going to throttle it. He might have if he had been able to get his hands on it, but it seemed to take a hint from the death-glare he gave it.
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Jack saw the distraught Racetrack Higgins walk towards the square, and something was definately wrong. For one, he was walking slow, and he never walked slow, unless it was away from the sheepshed. For another, Red, his constant companion, was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey! Race!" Jack yelled.
The newsboy took only a slight notice at Jack Kelly and muttered something between a "hey" and a "Go away". It did sound kind of like "Go a-hey" but was said so quietly that no one really knew what he was saying, and Snipeshooter, bless his soul, swears to this day that Race didn't say anything at all.
Jack jumped down from his perch on the Horace Greenley statue and grabbed Race by the shoulders.
"Wheah's Red?" He asked quickly, and quietly.
"Donwannatawkboutit" he mumbled, just loud and coherant enough for Jack to understand.
Jack was puzzled for a moment but then stood back and looked at him.
"Wha'd you do ta her?" He asked, malice in his voice.
"NUTTIN'! I SWEAH!" Race answered, much to loudly and quickly. Jack was anxious, Race wouldn't do anything to hurt her, and if she had been beat up Race would look worse than she did. Jack Kelly tried to keep his voice calm, but it had an edge on it like a razor.
"What...happened." He looked Racetrack in the eye, and then, he got it. "How long?" He asked finally.
Race looked up at the taller newsie. "You mean, 'how long was the kiss?', or, 'how long have I loved her?'." Jack stepped back, slightly startled.
"Both, I think." He answered slowly.
One tell-tale corner of Race's mouth curved, ever-so-slightly, upwards. "Da answers ah, 'not long enough', and 'since foaheveh'. Why?"
Jack would've laughed, but something was still wrong. "What happened? I mean, after the...kiss."
He said it somewhat hesitantly.
"She ran off. Said she was angry, said we couldn't be friends no more. We weren't friends foah a long time, foah me. Den, she said, well..." Race's voice trailed off quickly.
Jack sighed, this was taking too long, but Race was his friend and he needed to at least try and listen. "She said what?"
"Said she loved me. Den she ran off." Race looked ready to grin, but his own last sentence caught him. "I really wish she hadn't, even if I didn't have nuttin' ta say ta her."
Jack took off his newsie cap and stared him down. "Anthony Higgins! Youse a disgrace as a newsie. You go talk to da goil oah I's trowing you out a da lodgin' house! Got it?"
Racetrack sighed. "Yes, sir." And he marched off.
After Racetrack was out of ear-shot Jack doubled over with laughter. " 'Not long enough'. Da doity scabbah."
Shout outs!
To fivefold: You're darn right it was! *sighs as Race kisses her on the cheek* I've loved the stuffings out of him since I first watched the movie! He's so...for lack of a better word...witty ^_^
To Kawaii Julie Sama: I know the couples thing can get really sterotypical but I couldn't help myself...sorry. Thank you for the review, I only got 3 for this chapter *sniffs* Anyways, what's done is done.
To Sapphy: *Shifts uncomfortably* yeaaahhhh....but it wasn't REALLY lying, just improvin' da truth a little...And, no, you can not hug him. Sorry, but I must point out to you at this time that he's mine! ALL MINE!! Mwaahahahah!!! so there! As for the threat-
Skittery: Hey! Geneva!
Me: What?
Skitts: Look heah, it says dat "just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you!"
Me:...Yeah, so?
Skitts: I don't know, I just don't wan' you ta yell at Sapphy, must I remind you, she IS one of yoah favorite authers.
Me: *Sigh* Fine! have it your way!
Andyways...just a deep thought, one to see whether you're in a poetic mood or not. Which verb was invented first: "To Dance" or "To Live" ?
And now...THE DISCLAIMER!!! *Brass band starts playing and people cheer*
Announcer: My fellow citizens...Today is the day for something to be revealed about your author. She does NOT own the Newsies.
Reporter: Are you accusing Spazjoslyn of deception?
Announcer: No, I'm accusing Spazjoslyn of outright fraud!
Spazjoslyn: But you can't because of the speech you just made! you just announced that I wasn't the owner of the Newsies and my readers are witnesses, therefore, you cannot accuse me!
While the Announcer, who is not as bright as he should be (he is a part-time politician) is trying to figure out my last statment I will continue with the story.
~~~~~~~~~
All of a sudden Red regretted that she did know what he did. That was it, they couldn't be friends. A tear ran down her cheek and then she couldn't stop the rest of them.
Race had an aggreived look on his face, "Red what's wrong?"
She could bearly speak through her tears, "Why'd you have to do that?" she sounded angry but was more angry at herself for letting it happen, it wouldn't ever be the same, they couldn't be best friends, let alone good friends for a while at least.
"Why'd you have to make me love you?" The words came unbidden. She loved him, never mind the fact that they would never be able to be friends, they wouldn't anyway. She loved him.
All of a sudden it seemed to Red like she was in the middle of a jigsaw puzzle that was putting itself together. She could talk to him for hours and not get mad, she couldn't do that with her best friend at home. She loved the way he laughed, the way he spoke, she might as well love the way he breathed. Maybe she did.
Race's hand found hers "Gawd, Red, I's so sorry..." He didn't know what to say, why couldn't he find anything to say. He would've started cursing every living member of his family for letting him be born, and perhaps down to great-great-great-grandfathers if his thoughts hadn't been interrupted.
~~~~~~~~
Jack was smoking a cigarett and getting more angry by the second. He knew Red and Race were best friends but this was taking to darn long.
"Hey, Boots," He called.
Boots looked annoyed, and he had a right to be, he was just woken up from a nap. "What?"
"Have you seen Race an' Red?" He got annoyed quickly himself when Boots was cranky. He could be as incooperative as heck.
"No, dey's always gone foah foreva."
Jack sighed, they'd better get back soon, or he'd have to give someone a soakin'.
~~~~~~~~
"I'm sorry too." Geneva answered quietly, just before she ran towards the direction of the loding house.
"Red! Wait!" Race started to run after her, he wanted to apologize, explain, anything, but was stopped short.
"Don't follow me!" She yelled behind her.
Race felt as though he had been punched in the stomach. Don't follow her...Don't follow her. The sentence seemed to repeat itself as he stomped his way, dazed, though the street.
He continued walking to the square where he knew Jack would be waiting, occasionally stopping long enough to kick a pebble at a cooing pigeon. One made a sort of squawking noise and Race looked as though he was going to throttle it. He might have if he had been able to get his hands on it, but it seemed to take a hint from the death-glare he gave it.
~~~~~~~~~
Jack saw the distraught Racetrack Higgins walk towards the square, and something was definately wrong. For one, he was walking slow, and he never walked slow, unless it was away from the sheepshed. For another, Red, his constant companion, was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey! Race!" Jack yelled.
The newsboy took only a slight notice at Jack Kelly and muttered something between a "hey" and a "Go away". It did sound kind of like "Go a-hey" but was said so quietly that no one really knew what he was saying, and Snipeshooter, bless his soul, swears to this day that Race didn't say anything at all.
Jack jumped down from his perch on the Horace Greenley statue and grabbed Race by the shoulders.
"Wheah's Red?" He asked quickly, and quietly.
"Donwannatawkboutit" he mumbled, just loud and coherant enough for Jack to understand.
Jack was puzzled for a moment but then stood back and looked at him.
"Wha'd you do ta her?" He asked, malice in his voice.
"NUTTIN'! I SWEAH!" Race answered, much to loudly and quickly. Jack was anxious, Race wouldn't do anything to hurt her, and if she had been beat up Race would look worse than she did. Jack Kelly tried to keep his voice calm, but it had an edge on it like a razor.
"What...happened." He looked Racetrack in the eye, and then, he got it. "How long?" He asked finally.
Race looked up at the taller newsie. "You mean, 'how long was the kiss?', or, 'how long have I loved her?'." Jack stepped back, slightly startled.
"Both, I think." He answered slowly.
One tell-tale corner of Race's mouth curved, ever-so-slightly, upwards. "Da answers ah, 'not long enough', and 'since foaheveh'. Why?"
Jack would've laughed, but something was still wrong. "What happened? I mean, after the...kiss."
He said it somewhat hesitantly.
"She ran off. Said she was angry, said we couldn't be friends no more. We weren't friends foah a long time, foah me. Den, she said, well..." Race's voice trailed off quickly.
Jack sighed, this was taking too long, but Race was his friend and he needed to at least try and listen. "She said what?"
"Said she loved me. Den she ran off." Race looked ready to grin, but his own last sentence caught him. "I really wish she hadn't, even if I didn't have nuttin' ta say ta her."
Jack took off his newsie cap and stared him down. "Anthony Higgins! Youse a disgrace as a newsie. You go talk to da goil oah I's trowing you out a da lodgin' house! Got it?"
Racetrack sighed. "Yes, sir." And he marched off.
After Racetrack was out of ear-shot Jack doubled over with laughter. " 'Not long enough'. Da doity scabbah."
