Chapter 11
I have nothing to say, except...um...here are the shout-outs!
To Sapphy: Yeah, it was definately the cookie that brought about my conciousness. And, yes, you CAN hug poor Spotty, and give him a small kiss, just to make him feel better. I can't do that, Race is watching *^_^*
To Cabby1: Ooooh! Veggies and Dip! And, all of the questions you asked in your review are answered in this chappie, so have fun! And here's a banana! Sorry, I don't have any desert at my house = (
To ShortAtntionSpaz: I know, I am mearely an apprentice to artist Spazes like yourselves. See? *walks downstairs, carefully, trips, and falls down the last half of the stairs* Andyways, yeah, *blushes* the narrating thing wasn't THAT good. OK, so maybe it was, but I have a reputation as being modest, gotta keep it up ; )
To Hearts: Dat's OK, and, Yes, I am, in fact, updating. Thanks for the Reveiw!!!
To JustDuck: VEGGIETALES!!!! That's really all there is to say on that subject = ) I miss *sobs* DC Talk! *starts crying untill some one taps her on the sholder* What?
Boots: I got you the Toby Mac CD, "Momentum"
Me: *screams insanely* Where'd you find it?
Boots: E-Bay
Me: Ooooh. And don't worry, Ducky, my friend, Racy gets da goily, but don't take my word for it, read it for yourself. A FELLOW DORY!!! I find there are many of us, there shouldn't be a Sharks anonymus thingy, there should be a Dory Anonymus, definately. *shouts* Go...! what's our name again?
Disclaimer:
I do not own Newsies, (crap) or Racy (double crap) nor do I own Woffard, which I forgot to mention last chappie. He's my former Bible teacher. I do own Red, which is really the only thing I DO own.
The song "I've Always Loved You" is by Third Day, and the song "In My Arms Again" is by Michael W. Smith.
~Tally-Ho!~
Spot just stared at her, unmoving, debating whether or not to say anything at all. That voice, when she sang that song, how did she know it? she sounded just like his mother. He was the leader, the one who had to be tough, he COULD NOT let himself cry.
"I's fine" He made the last comment after rubbing the welling up tears in his eyes. he had to change the subject, but was uneasy at the look the red-head gave him.
"What happened to you? Why were youse in an alleyway?"
Red sighed, "I'm not sure. Not really anyway."
Spot looked at Red, confused. "Whatcha talkin' about? Did someone slip ya a micky oah sumptin like dat?"
She looked like she was about to giggle and cry at the same time. Spot was trying to figure out whether it was a girl thing,or if she was just tired.
She finally started giggling, and then it turned into a deep laugh. "You wouldn't belive me if I told you."
Spot looked at her, unconvinced. "Try me."
She stopped giggling but was smiling tiredly. "I...I...um..."
"Get on wid it goily, I ain't got all day." Spot said impatiently.
Red almost started giggling again. He had definately been at the back of the line when they handed out tact.
"I kissed Racetrack Higgins. Believe me?" She raised an eybrow at him for emphasis.
"Whoa, OK, hold it one second. You mean to tell me, you were kissed by, ours truly, Anthony Michael Higgins?" Spot tripped on the words, slightly.
"One and the same. The story does NOT have a happy ending though."
"Whatcha talkin' about? Why aren't you wid...oh." Spot finished lamely.
"That's right, your highness. I REJECTED, ours truly, Anthony Micheal Higgins." She looked rather dissapointed, and she was, but with herself.
"Why?"
Red looked at Spot's face and could have sworn that he was the spitting image of Aristotle.
"Ya know Spot, that's about the smartest thing you've ever said."
She knew she was confusing him, but thought it was kinda fun to watch him squirm. Red stood up and walked out the bunk-room door.
As she rounded a corner to talk to Woffard she heard a shout from behind her.
"RED! What did I say?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Race burst out of the Loding house. She wasn't there. She could be anywhere, everywhere, she could be in Brooklyn for all he...knew. He shouted at Dutchy, who was about a hundred paces in front of him walking towards the square.
"Dutchy!" Race waited for the blond boy to turn around "Have you seen Red?"
Dutchy nodded and yelled something Race couldn't hear and continued walking
Race was annoyed, angry, sad, and had no choice but to follow, maybe Dutchy did know something.
When Race did catch up with Dutchy the only thing he figured out was they were going by the Distribution center again to have another shoot-out, in a manner of speaking.
Things were not going well when they started and they got worse when he saw the doors behind open, and there, for all the world to see, was the Crib.
Race, never one short with words could only manage to shout out one warning.
"Jack! Jack! It's da Crib!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All of a sudden two smaller boys passed her, and no joking to her this time, they went strait to Spot, who came barging out in less than ten seconds, running past Red and yelling behind him.
"RED! Jack's boys are gonna face da Crib, but day don't know it yet, day gots um behind the doors at da Manhattan Distribution Center!"
Red was behind him in a second, her ankles only hurting slightly, and everyone else was behind her, it seemed.
As they ran through the streets and over the bridge she could hear Spot talking to himself, saying such things as "Dis is foah you Jacky-Boy." and "Now we'se gonna be even."
They arrived as fast as they could, sometimes going from roof-top to roof-top, and then popping up from the low walls on the roof of the Distribution Center. The reaction from the Manhattan boys made Red stifle several giggles thinking of the little bugle tune that the cavalry used.
But where was Race? Red looked through the crowd several times before spotting him, getting rid of first one guy and then another. Red finally got down to ground-level to find him, and, Red would swear for years afterwards, time stopped.
Later Red, or while at home, Geneva, would compare it to the one scene from "West Side Story" at the dance when the pair see each other, and everything else goes out of focus, for a while at least.
The thing that interrupted it was Race decking some member of the Crib, and then scurrying behind him, running towards her.
Oh, heaven help her, he was comming towards her, but she had to keep fighting in order to keep herself intact.
"Race is coming, it's alright." Red kept repeating to herself, trying to keep fighting, but her hands hurt, and her shin that had been kicked hard in one scuffle, and, ouch, that was going to turn colors.
Just as she fell, and felt herself getting stepped on, not a pleasant feeling, she felt a strong hand pull her up and off to the side.
She looked up, and spat out blood from her mouth to the side. "Come to rescue me, Eh?"
She recieved a smile and just as she was about to sit down and examine her shin, there was Denton. Go figure, they were fighting, and Denton was taking pictures.
Race dragged her into the picture, and, quite to her surprise, just as Denton was about to take the picture, he pulled her close, sliding his arms around her waist.
"Boys! Freeze!"
And the whole world stopped.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Lookie here boys!" Jack was crowing, looking quite satisfied with himself.
Several boys crowded around Jack and the newpaper, and there, for all the world to see, were Racetrack Higgins and Red Rockeman, caught red-handed, or, red-lipped, as the case was.
There were several hoots, and a general laugh of approval, at which Red snatched the paper.
"If ya'll WANT me to burn this..."
She never finished her sentence, as the paper was taken out of her hands with due haste, and, Race rather dragged her out of Tibby's to talk to her.
He started walking, and didn't stop untill he got to a bench underneath a tree, almost at the very middle, and almost nobody was out, rich people being senistive about the heat...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Race
Dear me, she was beautiful, well, to me she was. She knew ME and she loved me, at least I hoped she did.
"Red, I was gonna ask ya, um, if well, um, if, ya know..." I am a royal idiot.
She was smiling, trying not to laugh, I had seen that look before, but she was so herself when she smiled like that.
"Spit it out, I don't have all day, Higgins." She kept smiling.
That was a good sign, she never called me by my last name except when she was in a really good mood. I tried to summon the courage again.
"Um, Red?" goodness, I am just incredibly intelegent, ain't I?
"Yeah Higgins?"
I smiled, weakly, it was better than nothing but I couldn't keep looking into her light blue eyes, and it was definately a good thing that my cap started sliding down. But, the cap started going up, and then, she was looking at me.
"I SAID, I...don't...have...all...day."
I gave up and said it strait, no fancy words, not like I used on some girls, it was strait with her.
"I...I love you, moah den anything. I can't live like dis, you not knowing."
I tried to get closer to her, we were sitting on a park bench, her in her usual sliding down so she had her sholder blades and seat on the bench, but her midding back not touching a thing, and she was looking up at me. I'm not tall so that was always a novelty for me, even though she's less than 2 inches shorter than me.
She just sat there, looking up at me, and I was getting closer, and closer...
"Race?" She was talking very quietly.
"Yeah?"
She was whispering, but I could hear every, single, wonderful word.
"I can't breathe." Her breath shuddered
"Maybe you're not supposed to."
And her lips met mine.
Don't know how to expain it
But I know it was honey dew
Don't you know
I've always loved you
Even before there was time
You may turn away
But I'll tell you still
Don't you know
I've always loved you
And I always will
"Can you breathe now?" It came as a very horse whisper.
"Perfectly."
She scooched around and placed her head on my lap, her hair now out of its braid and falling around my knees, like a copper river, with small streams all over of gold and bronze. She started to sing, she had a small quiet voice, but it sounded perfect to me.
*******************
It was written in the stars
On the pages of my heart
Oh that someday I would find
The love I feel for you right now
On the ocean of our dreams
Like a prayer you came to me
And the longing that had been
Is ending in your eyes
I really want to touch you
I really want to hold you
In my arms, again and again
I really want to reach to you
Forever be with you
If only I could, forever
Even if, the waves the sea
Seperate you from me
Here's a promise
And it's mine
I will love you for all time
I'm so glad you are here
********************
She loved me, and everything was perfect, and always would be.
__________________________________________
I couldn't give ya'll a clif-hanger. I'm not that cruel = ) Do R&R, I liked this chapter, but I need to know what you think...Don't flame me, just saying.
I have nothing to say, except...um...here are the shout-outs!
To Sapphy: Yeah, it was definately the cookie that brought about my conciousness. And, yes, you CAN hug poor Spotty, and give him a small kiss, just to make him feel better. I can't do that, Race is watching *^_^*
To Cabby1: Ooooh! Veggies and Dip! And, all of the questions you asked in your review are answered in this chappie, so have fun! And here's a banana! Sorry, I don't have any desert at my house = (
To ShortAtntionSpaz: I know, I am mearely an apprentice to artist Spazes like yourselves. See? *walks downstairs, carefully, trips, and falls down the last half of the stairs* Andyways, yeah, *blushes* the narrating thing wasn't THAT good. OK, so maybe it was, but I have a reputation as being modest, gotta keep it up ; )
To Hearts: Dat's OK, and, Yes, I am, in fact, updating. Thanks for the Reveiw!!!
To JustDuck: VEGGIETALES!!!! That's really all there is to say on that subject = ) I miss *sobs* DC Talk! *starts crying untill some one taps her on the sholder* What?
Boots: I got you the Toby Mac CD, "Momentum"
Me: *screams insanely* Where'd you find it?
Boots: E-Bay
Me: Ooooh. And don't worry, Ducky, my friend, Racy gets da goily, but don't take my word for it, read it for yourself. A FELLOW DORY!!! I find there are many of us, there shouldn't be a Sharks anonymus thingy, there should be a Dory Anonymus, definately. *shouts* Go...! what's our name again?
Disclaimer:
I do not own Newsies, (crap) or Racy (double crap) nor do I own Woffard, which I forgot to mention last chappie. He's my former Bible teacher. I do own Red, which is really the only thing I DO own.
The song "I've Always Loved You" is by Third Day, and the song "In My Arms Again" is by Michael W. Smith.
~Tally-Ho!~
Spot just stared at her, unmoving, debating whether or not to say anything at all. That voice, when she sang that song, how did she know it? she sounded just like his mother. He was the leader, the one who had to be tough, he COULD NOT let himself cry.
"I's fine" He made the last comment after rubbing the welling up tears in his eyes. he had to change the subject, but was uneasy at the look the red-head gave him.
"What happened to you? Why were youse in an alleyway?"
Red sighed, "I'm not sure. Not really anyway."
Spot looked at Red, confused. "Whatcha talkin' about? Did someone slip ya a micky oah sumptin like dat?"
She looked like she was about to giggle and cry at the same time. Spot was trying to figure out whether it was a girl thing,or if she was just tired.
She finally started giggling, and then it turned into a deep laugh. "You wouldn't belive me if I told you."
Spot looked at her, unconvinced. "Try me."
She stopped giggling but was smiling tiredly. "I...I...um..."
"Get on wid it goily, I ain't got all day." Spot said impatiently.
Red almost started giggling again. He had definately been at the back of the line when they handed out tact.
"I kissed Racetrack Higgins. Believe me?" She raised an eybrow at him for emphasis.
"Whoa, OK, hold it one second. You mean to tell me, you were kissed by, ours truly, Anthony Michael Higgins?" Spot tripped on the words, slightly.
"One and the same. The story does NOT have a happy ending though."
"Whatcha talkin' about? Why aren't you wid...oh." Spot finished lamely.
"That's right, your highness. I REJECTED, ours truly, Anthony Micheal Higgins." She looked rather dissapointed, and she was, but with herself.
"Why?"
Red looked at Spot's face and could have sworn that he was the spitting image of Aristotle.
"Ya know Spot, that's about the smartest thing you've ever said."
She knew she was confusing him, but thought it was kinda fun to watch him squirm. Red stood up and walked out the bunk-room door.
As she rounded a corner to talk to Woffard she heard a shout from behind her.
"RED! What did I say?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Race burst out of the Loding house. She wasn't there. She could be anywhere, everywhere, she could be in Brooklyn for all he...knew. He shouted at Dutchy, who was about a hundred paces in front of him walking towards the square.
"Dutchy!" Race waited for the blond boy to turn around "Have you seen Red?"
Dutchy nodded and yelled something Race couldn't hear and continued walking
Race was annoyed, angry, sad, and had no choice but to follow, maybe Dutchy did know something.
When Race did catch up with Dutchy the only thing he figured out was they were going by the Distribution center again to have another shoot-out, in a manner of speaking.
Things were not going well when they started and they got worse when he saw the doors behind open, and there, for all the world to see, was the Crib.
Race, never one short with words could only manage to shout out one warning.
"Jack! Jack! It's da Crib!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All of a sudden two smaller boys passed her, and no joking to her this time, they went strait to Spot, who came barging out in less than ten seconds, running past Red and yelling behind him.
"RED! Jack's boys are gonna face da Crib, but day don't know it yet, day gots um behind the doors at da Manhattan Distribution Center!"
Red was behind him in a second, her ankles only hurting slightly, and everyone else was behind her, it seemed.
As they ran through the streets and over the bridge she could hear Spot talking to himself, saying such things as "Dis is foah you Jacky-Boy." and "Now we'se gonna be even."
They arrived as fast as they could, sometimes going from roof-top to roof-top, and then popping up from the low walls on the roof of the Distribution Center. The reaction from the Manhattan boys made Red stifle several giggles thinking of the little bugle tune that the cavalry used.
But where was Race? Red looked through the crowd several times before spotting him, getting rid of first one guy and then another. Red finally got down to ground-level to find him, and, Red would swear for years afterwards, time stopped.
Later Red, or while at home, Geneva, would compare it to the one scene from "West Side Story" at the dance when the pair see each other, and everything else goes out of focus, for a while at least.
The thing that interrupted it was Race decking some member of the Crib, and then scurrying behind him, running towards her.
Oh, heaven help her, he was comming towards her, but she had to keep fighting in order to keep herself intact.
"Race is coming, it's alright." Red kept repeating to herself, trying to keep fighting, but her hands hurt, and her shin that had been kicked hard in one scuffle, and, ouch, that was going to turn colors.
Just as she fell, and felt herself getting stepped on, not a pleasant feeling, she felt a strong hand pull her up and off to the side.
She looked up, and spat out blood from her mouth to the side. "Come to rescue me, Eh?"
She recieved a smile and just as she was about to sit down and examine her shin, there was Denton. Go figure, they were fighting, and Denton was taking pictures.
Race dragged her into the picture, and, quite to her surprise, just as Denton was about to take the picture, he pulled her close, sliding his arms around her waist.
"Boys! Freeze!"
And the whole world stopped.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Lookie here boys!" Jack was crowing, looking quite satisfied with himself.
Several boys crowded around Jack and the newpaper, and there, for all the world to see, were Racetrack Higgins and Red Rockeman, caught red-handed, or, red-lipped, as the case was.
There were several hoots, and a general laugh of approval, at which Red snatched the paper.
"If ya'll WANT me to burn this..."
She never finished her sentence, as the paper was taken out of her hands with due haste, and, Race rather dragged her out of Tibby's to talk to her.
He started walking, and didn't stop untill he got to a bench underneath a tree, almost at the very middle, and almost nobody was out, rich people being senistive about the heat...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Race
Dear me, she was beautiful, well, to me she was. She knew ME and she loved me, at least I hoped she did.
"Red, I was gonna ask ya, um, if well, um, if, ya know..." I am a royal idiot.
She was smiling, trying not to laugh, I had seen that look before, but she was so herself when she smiled like that.
"Spit it out, I don't have all day, Higgins." She kept smiling.
That was a good sign, she never called me by my last name except when she was in a really good mood. I tried to summon the courage again.
"Um, Red?" goodness, I am just incredibly intelegent, ain't I?
"Yeah Higgins?"
I smiled, weakly, it was better than nothing but I couldn't keep looking into her light blue eyes, and it was definately a good thing that my cap started sliding down. But, the cap started going up, and then, she was looking at me.
"I SAID, I...don't...have...all...day."
I gave up and said it strait, no fancy words, not like I used on some girls, it was strait with her.
"I...I love you, moah den anything. I can't live like dis, you not knowing."
I tried to get closer to her, we were sitting on a park bench, her in her usual sliding down so she had her sholder blades and seat on the bench, but her midding back not touching a thing, and she was looking up at me. I'm not tall so that was always a novelty for me, even though she's less than 2 inches shorter than me.
She just sat there, looking up at me, and I was getting closer, and closer...
"Race?" She was talking very quietly.
"Yeah?"
She was whispering, but I could hear every, single, wonderful word.
"I can't breathe." Her breath shuddered
"Maybe you're not supposed to."
And her lips met mine.
Don't know how to expain it
But I know it was honey dew
Don't you know
I've always loved you
Even before there was time
You may turn away
But I'll tell you still
Don't you know
I've always loved you
And I always will
"Can you breathe now?" It came as a very horse whisper.
"Perfectly."
She scooched around and placed her head on my lap, her hair now out of its braid and falling around my knees, like a copper river, with small streams all over of gold and bronze. She started to sing, she had a small quiet voice, but it sounded perfect to me.
*******************
It was written in the stars
On the pages of my heart
Oh that someday I would find
The love I feel for you right now
On the ocean of our dreams
Like a prayer you came to me
And the longing that had been
Is ending in your eyes
I really want to touch you
I really want to hold you
In my arms, again and again
I really want to reach to you
Forever be with you
If only I could, forever
Even if, the waves the sea
Seperate you from me
Here's a promise
And it's mine
I will love you for all time
I'm so glad you are here
********************
She loved me, and everything was perfect, and always would be.
__________________________________________
I couldn't give ya'll a clif-hanger. I'm not that cruel = ) Do R&R, I liked this chapter, but I need to know what you think...Don't flame me, just saying.
