Song Fic Collection Chapter 6: Quick Silver, a newsies fanfic

*~PUDDLES~*

Quick Silver - Doris Day

"Hey Puddles! Whatcha up to?" Bottle Cap greeted the tan beauty as she walked in the front door of Tibby's. Puddles swept her short brown hair behind her ears as she plopped down across from Tipsy and Bottle Cap.

"Not much." She sighed half-heartedly.

"What's wrong?" Tipsy questioned sweetly, "Spot again?"

"I really thought I had 'im dis time, Tip." She shook her head sadly, then broke into gentle laughter.

"What's so funny?" Caps asked, twirling a strand of auburn hair around her finger, almost involuntarily.

"I guess dats why I like 'im so bad." Puddles laughed. "Because 'e's so hard ta get." The girls' giggles died down when Davey came and stole Tipsy away.

"I'm gonna go find Dibs." Caps sighed, standing. "Wanna come?"

"Naw." Puddles declined, "I bettah head back ta Brooklyn." The girls headed their separate ways. Puddles had liked Spot ever since she showed up in Brooklyn two months ago. She was a very attractive girl of seventeen and her quick come backs and strong personality made her even more attractive to the Brooklyn leader.

"Heya Puddles." Spot smirked as the girl neared his perch on the pier. "Wheah ya been?"

"Manhattan." She shrugged with a smile. No matter what happened, she always found herself smiling at him. He hopped down and walked with her toward the lodging house.

"I don't like when ya jist go off like dat." Spot informed her firmly. She looked over at him in surprise, stopping in her tracks.

"Excuse me?" She replied, her tone drenched in her well-known attitude, "I didn't know I had ta check in wit' you b'fore I went ta visit my friends."

"Well, ya do." Spot shrugged, sending the girl an authoritive look.

"You a'e so conceded." Puddles said, disbelieving his words, "I'll go wheah I want, when I want an' deah's not a damn thing you can do..." Her smart remark was silence when Spot suddenly brought his lips to her's. It was unexpected, yet welcome by Puddles. He barely took the time to look into her greenish gray eyes before turning and walking away.

Puddles was left speechless, a confused expression stamped all over her lovely face. He had kissed her before, but never like that. She smiled to herself slyly as she went up the stairs to her bunk. I knew I'd get 'im.

The next day inched by slowly, the previous night's kiss vivid in Puddles' mind. She was heading to Tibby's after she sold to tell Tipsy and Bottle Cap that she was Spot's girl.

She was nearly there, humming softly to herself, when she saw Spot. Her first reaction was to run up and throw her arms around him, but then she got closer. He wasn't alone in Manhattan. Spot's lips were momentarily detained by another girl's. She was a high class dame, unlike Puddles.

With a faded smile and a broken heart, Puddles entered Tibby's to search out her friends.

"Hey Puddles, want me ta buy ya a drink?" Jack offered, a handsome smile gracing his lips.

"Sure, Cowboy. I could use one." Puddles smiled. All the time she was wasting, trying to catch Spot, Jack was right there.

"Spot got ya upset again?" Bottle Cap smiled as she took a seat across from the two, beside Dibs.

"Don't worry 'bout Spot, sweety." Jack consoled, "You'se much bettah den him."

"He's like quick silvah." Puddles laughed, "I guess I like shiny things." The group laughed at the joke as Jack slid his arm around her shoulders, Spot standing outside the window. He thought she liked him.

Quick Silver by Doris Day

Your as hard to hold as quick silver

when you kiss and run away

I dream your mine and then as quick as quick silver

all my dreams are lead astray

I keep chasing you til im facing you

and embracing you with all your charms

then you slip through my fingers

just like quick silver

right into someone elses arms

seems like I am having trouble with you

and I dont know what im gonna do

seems like your fickle, fickle as can be

and your fickle ways have got me up a tree

your as hard to hold as quick silver