Bitty's Secret
Chapter 5
Nevermind
Disclaimer: I own Bitty! Yaaaaaaaaaay. And in my dreams, I own Jack... But only in my dreams. Disney has the pleasure of that particular ownership...(
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"Git up! Up! Come on, boys, it's mornin! Papes to be sol!"
Bitty groaned. The story of her life could have been being woken first by Kloppman, the most unmerciful alarm clock in the world. She stretched as she sat up, glad to be back, but determined to switch bunks with somebody. She looked around the room as all of the other boys had to suffer his torture, and noticed that Jack was already up and ready for the day. Which was extremely odd, as getting up in the morning had always been his finest failure.
Bitty got up to go over to him, but she noticed he was regarding her in an expectant way. "Darn," she muttered under her breath. She figured he wanted to talk to her about last night. "Nevahmind..." She whipped around to get out of there before he had a chance to interrogate her, and walked right into Race.
"Now hey, dere, somebody ad bettah watch out wheah dey's goin," he exclaimed grinning. "You could git you'se self intah..." He trailed off as Bitty looked up. She was never one for masking her emotions, and Race had gotten a good look at her "upset face" before she made a lame attempt to switch over to her "combative face."
"Trouble, Race? Am I'se gonna get meself intah trouble?" She laughed, and looked at him. And he looked worried. She stared at him with a questioning look on his face that was both angry and defiant. "Yes? What is it, Race," she spit through her teeth.
He gazed back at her. "Nevahmind, Bits." She knew he wasn't going to drop it, however, and sure enough, when she glanced back, he was headed straight towards Jack's bunk. She sighed. She knew they were trying to be protective, and deep down, she even knew that to some degree, she needed, wanted, and esteemed how much they did for her. But closer to the surface, and at that moment, she was furious at them.
She walked out of the Lodging House, and instead of going towards the distribution office, she headed in the other direction, towards Brooklyn. She figured she would just wander around for a while, until she was sure that she could catch Spot without all his cronies. She practically giggled in spite of herself. For someone as laid back and friendly as he was, he sure put on a show with all of his "bodyguards." She had, of course, found that out the hard way. One of the first times she got frustrated with Jack, and had run off to Brooklyn, his buddies had almost soaked her, simply regarding her as a wimpy short newsie that could be doing nothing but stirring up trouble...
She wandered past building after building, looking around wistfully. She disliked coming to Brooklyn, mainly because she liked being surrounded by people that she knew, and they were scarce in Brooklyn.
"Oi! Bitty! On the wrong side o the bridge tahday, are we?"
She grinned as she turned around. "Jus dah scab I was looking for!"
Spot walked up to her and murmured, "So what did Kelly do dis time?"
"Can't fool you, can I?" She shook her head. "You'se know, jus a bit frustratin, is all. Dis whole 'tellin somebody else' ting..." She trailed off as she glanced at Spot and saw his "guilty" look pass across his face. He was just as bad at hiding his feelings as she was.
"Actually, Bits, dat was my fault. After everting dat happened las month, I tawt it'd be a good idea to have somebody else out dere who could watch yer back."
She stared at him. "Now, Bits, cool it, aight? I was jus tryin to..." She held up her hand.
"It's...okay. I wasn't heah, I'se got no idea wat happened, I got no right to argue wit dah two most respected newsies in New Yawk. I guess. You'se right. It's gonna woik itself out, I'se guess."
Spot looked pleased with himself. "Oh, git ovah yerself, mistah high and mighty," she grumbled. "I guess I'll head back ovah da bridge and find Jacky boy. See you'se around..."
Spot, "the most respected and feared newsie in the world," stuck his tongue out at her, and turned around, yelling the day's headlines and doing his job. She grinned. It was all going to work out...
**Bitty wandered over the bridge, sobbing uncontrollably. She had lived in New York with the newsies for four years now, and had wandered the city daily, and never had she been to the train station. She didn't even know where it was to be able to avoid it, which wound up being the problem. She had been walking around with Mush selling, and they split up towards the end of the day to finish up their papers. She had found herself in a part of the neighborhood that she didn't know very well. She trailed around, half exploring, and half selling, when she suddenly found herself in a part of the neighborhood that she did know, a part that looked eerily familiar. She gasped at she realized that this must be it. The place she had been subconsciously avoiding.
She found herself, minutes later, running towards Brooklyn, and running right into the one person in the world she wanted to see that most. Spot had had no clue what could have happened to make Bitty, a girl who was always composed and nonchalant, sob so hysterically.
"Shhh, it's okay, Bitty." She hugged him tightly, and he rubbed her back. He led her over to a bench on the bridge to sit down, and she started telling him what had happened, between bouts of shed tears. After she relayed what occurred, they sat there for a while, and Bitty fell asleep curled up on the bench with Spot's arm around her. It was not surprising, then that the voice that broke the silence exclaimed, "New goil, Spot?"
Race walked a little closer, and Spot tried frantically to do something that would shield Bitty's identitiy from him. But he only succeeded in waking her up. She groggily sat up, and within a few moments, had gained a new brother.**
Bitty smiled as she crossed the bridge and saw the bench where they had sat for at least an hour, while Spot did the best he could to explain everything to Race. She grinned even wider when she thought that she was probably very detrimental to that conversation, between her crying and her yawning. Of course, it turned out to be a very good thing that Race found out about her, because that year had been the same year that the Delancy brothers moved in with their uncle to help "control" the newsies.
As she wandered back into Manhattan, she was re-reassured that Jack and Spot were right. Somebody else watching her back would probably be for the best. It couldn't do any harm, at the very least. She started scanning the crowd for a familiar face, and spotted Jack and Les almost immediately. She started to head in their direction, but turned when she heard someone say her name.
"Oh, hiya, Dave."
"No papes today?" She shook her head.
"Jus tryin to get intah da swing ah tings again, you'se know?"
David laughed. "Yeah, it took me awhile, seeing as Jack kidnapped my brother to be his selling partner, so I actually have to work. I've only been here for about a month and a half, so I'm still getting used to some of it. But from what I hear, you're a pro..."
She grinned. "Yeah, you'se could say that. I'se been heah foah six yeahs."
He looked a little surprised. "How old were you when you started? You don't look that old...?"
Bitty grimaced. "Yeah, I guess I'se always looked a little young for me age. I'm seventeen," she laughed, "aw, now I don't look dat young, do I?"
"Well, like I'se said yestahday, I made yer name ovious, din't I?" Jack raised his eyebrows at Bitty. "And wheah did you'se dissapeah off to dis moahnin?"
She flashed her characteristically defiant look at him, and exclaimed, "Aftah bein gone foah six months, I'se can't have a day to meself to get reacquainted wit dis lovely city we call home?"
"I'm hungary, Davey, let's go home and get lunch!" David ruffled up Les's hair.
"If I'm a walking mouth, Les here is a walking stomach," he explained to Bitty, smirking. "Would you like to come by with us, Bitty, Jack?"
"Sure, Davey!" Bitty practically jumped at the force of Jack's exclamation. He looked at her, and added, "you'se know, if yer muddah don't mind or nuttin..."
David laughed. "You know you're just coming by for Sarah's cookies, anyway. Bitty, you are welcome to come as well."
"Um, tanks, Dave, but I tink I'll pass, dis once. I'm gonna see if I'se can catch up wit Race. Any ideah wheah he might be, by dah way?"
Jack gave Bitty a pointed look. She laughed. "Still hangin out by dah racetracks, is he?"
"Wheah else would he be," he exclaimed, laughing.
"Bitty, you have to come with us next time, Sarah makes the best cookies in the whole wide world!"
"Les is rather fond of anything with sugar in it that he can put in his mouth. Well, anything he can out in his mouth really. But he's right, tomorrow, you'll come with us for lunch?"
"Most assuredly, kind sois! Until, latah, den, folks?"
They turned to leave, and she said, "Oi, Jack?" He turned, and she said, "aw, nevahmind. I'll git you'se latah." She grinned. "Off tah dah races!"
She was still laughing as she headed towards the tracks. What a crew Jack always had around him! She started inspecting the crowd for Race, but spotted trouble instead...
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A/N : Sorry. I am a cliffhanger freak, and I know it. I am just bad at resolving things...hehehe. Chapter six coming soon! R/R, cause you guys rock and I heart you'se all! grin
Chapter 5
Nevermind
Disclaimer: I own Bitty! Yaaaaaaaaaay. And in my dreams, I own Jack... But only in my dreams. Disney has the pleasure of that particular ownership...(
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"Git up! Up! Come on, boys, it's mornin! Papes to be sol!"
Bitty groaned. The story of her life could have been being woken first by Kloppman, the most unmerciful alarm clock in the world. She stretched as she sat up, glad to be back, but determined to switch bunks with somebody. She looked around the room as all of the other boys had to suffer his torture, and noticed that Jack was already up and ready for the day. Which was extremely odd, as getting up in the morning had always been his finest failure.
Bitty got up to go over to him, but she noticed he was regarding her in an expectant way. "Darn," she muttered under her breath. She figured he wanted to talk to her about last night. "Nevahmind..." She whipped around to get out of there before he had a chance to interrogate her, and walked right into Race.
"Now hey, dere, somebody ad bettah watch out wheah dey's goin," he exclaimed grinning. "You could git you'se self intah..." He trailed off as Bitty looked up. She was never one for masking her emotions, and Race had gotten a good look at her "upset face" before she made a lame attempt to switch over to her "combative face."
"Trouble, Race? Am I'se gonna get meself intah trouble?" She laughed, and looked at him. And he looked worried. She stared at him with a questioning look on his face that was both angry and defiant. "Yes? What is it, Race," she spit through her teeth.
He gazed back at her. "Nevahmind, Bits." She knew he wasn't going to drop it, however, and sure enough, when she glanced back, he was headed straight towards Jack's bunk. She sighed. She knew they were trying to be protective, and deep down, she even knew that to some degree, she needed, wanted, and esteemed how much they did for her. But closer to the surface, and at that moment, she was furious at them.
She walked out of the Lodging House, and instead of going towards the distribution office, she headed in the other direction, towards Brooklyn. She figured she would just wander around for a while, until she was sure that she could catch Spot without all his cronies. She practically giggled in spite of herself. For someone as laid back and friendly as he was, he sure put on a show with all of his "bodyguards." She had, of course, found that out the hard way. One of the first times she got frustrated with Jack, and had run off to Brooklyn, his buddies had almost soaked her, simply regarding her as a wimpy short newsie that could be doing nothing but stirring up trouble...
She wandered past building after building, looking around wistfully. She disliked coming to Brooklyn, mainly because she liked being surrounded by people that she knew, and they were scarce in Brooklyn.
"Oi! Bitty! On the wrong side o the bridge tahday, are we?"
She grinned as she turned around. "Jus dah scab I was looking for!"
Spot walked up to her and murmured, "So what did Kelly do dis time?"
"Can't fool you, can I?" She shook her head. "You'se know, jus a bit frustratin, is all. Dis whole 'tellin somebody else' ting..." She trailed off as she glanced at Spot and saw his "guilty" look pass across his face. He was just as bad at hiding his feelings as she was.
"Actually, Bits, dat was my fault. After everting dat happened las month, I tawt it'd be a good idea to have somebody else out dere who could watch yer back."
She stared at him. "Now, Bits, cool it, aight? I was jus tryin to..." She held up her hand.
"It's...okay. I wasn't heah, I'se got no idea wat happened, I got no right to argue wit dah two most respected newsies in New Yawk. I guess. You'se right. It's gonna woik itself out, I'se guess."
Spot looked pleased with himself. "Oh, git ovah yerself, mistah high and mighty," she grumbled. "I guess I'll head back ovah da bridge and find Jacky boy. See you'se around..."
Spot, "the most respected and feared newsie in the world," stuck his tongue out at her, and turned around, yelling the day's headlines and doing his job. She grinned. It was all going to work out...
**Bitty wandered over the bridge, sobbing uncontrollably. She had lived in New York with the newsies for four years now, and had wandered the city daily, and never had she been to the train station. She didn't even know where it was to be able to avoid it, which wound up being the problem. She had been walking around with Mush selling, and they split up towards the end of the day to finish up their papers. She had found herself in a part of the neighborhood that she didn't know very well. She trailed around, half exploring, and half selling, when she suddenly found herself in a part of the neighborhood that she did know, a part that looked eerily familiar. She gasped at she realized that this must be it. The place she had been subconsciously avoiding.
She found herself, minutes later, running towards Brooklyn, and running right into the one person in the world she wanted to see that most. Spot had had no clue what could have happened to make Bitty, a girl who was always composed and nonchalant, sob so hysterically.
"Shhh, it's okay, Bitty." She hugged him tightly, and he rubbed her back. He led her over to a bench on the bridge to sit down, and she started telling him what had happened, between bouts of shed tears. After she relayed what occurred, they sat there for a while, and Bitty fell asleep curled up on the bench with Spot's arm around her. It was not surprising, then that the voice that broke the silence exclaimed, "New goil, Spot?"
Race walked a little closer, and Spot tried frantically to do something that would shield Bitty's identitiy from him. But he only succeeded in waking her up. She groggily sat up, and within a few moments, had gained a new brother.**
Bitty smiled as she crossed the bridge and saw the bench where they had sat for at least an hour, while Spot did the best he could to explain everything to Race. She grinned even wider when she thought that she was probably very detrimental to that conversation, between her crying and her yawning. Of course, it turned out to be a very good thing that Race found out about her, because that year had been the same year that the Delancy brothers moved in with their uncle to help "control" the newsies.
As she wandered back into Manhattan, she was re-reassured that Jack and Spot were right. Somebody else watching her back would probably be for the best. It couldn't do any harm, at the very least. She started scanning the crowd for a familiar face, and spotted Jack and Les almost immediately. She started to head in their direction, but turned when she heard someone say her name.
"Oh, hiya, Dave."
"No papes today?" She shook her head.
"Jus tryin to get intah da swing ah tings again, you'se know?"
David laughed. "Yeah, it took me awhile, seeing as Jack kidnapped my brother to be his selling partner, so I actually have to work. I've only been here for about a month and a half, so I'm still getting used to some of it. But from what I hear, you're a pro..."
She grinned. "Yeah, you'se could say that. I'se been heah foah six yeahs."
He looked a little surprised. "How old were you when you started? You don't look that old...?"
Bitty grimaced. "Yeah, I guess I'se always looked a little young for me age. I'm seventeen," she laughed, "aw, now I don't look dat young, do I?"
"Well, like I'se said yestahday, I made yer name ovious, din't I?" Jack raised his eyebrows at Bitty. "And wheah did you'se dissapeah off to dis moahnin?"
She flashed her characteristically defiant look at him, and exclaimed, "Aftah bein gone foah six months, I'se can't have a day to meself to get reacquainted wit dis lovely city we call home?"
"I'm hungary, Davey, let's go home and get lunch!" David ruffled up Les's hair.
"If I'm a walking mouth, Les here is a walking stomach," he explained to Bitty, smirking. "Would you like to come by with us, Bitty, Jack?"
"Sure, Davey!" Bitty practically jumped at the force of Jack's exclamation. He looked at her, and added, "you'se know, if yer muddah don't mind or nuttin..."
David laughed. "You know you're just coming by for Sarah's cookies, anyway. Bitty, you are welcome to come as well."
"Um, tanks, Dave, but I tink I'll pass, dis once. I'm gonna see if I'se can catch up wit Race. Any ideah wheah he might be, by dah way?"
Jack gave Bitty a pointed look. She laughed. "Still hangin out by dah racetracks, is he?"
"Wheah else would he be," he exclaimed, laughing.
"Bitty, you have to come with us next time, Sarah makes the best cookies in the whole wide world!"
"Les is rather fond of anything with sugar in it that he can put in his mouth. Well, anything he can out in his mouth really. But he's right, tomorrow, you'll come with us for lunch?"
"Most assuredly, kind sois! Until, latah, den, folks?"
They turned to leave, and she said, "Oi, Jack?" He turned, and she said, "aw, nevahmind. I'll git you'se latah." She grinned. "Off tah dah races!"
She was still laughing as she headed towards the tracks. What a crew Jack always had around him! She started inspecting the crowd for Race, but spotted trouble instead...
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A/N : Sorry. I am a cliffhanger freak, and I know it. I am just bad at resolving things...hehehe. Chapter six coming soon! R/R, cause you guys rock and I heart you'se all! grin
