Ok, I have no life! You want proof? The most exciting thing that happened
today was finding out that I had more reviews! Lol, oh well...Does anyone
think that I should change Spot's name when I'm done and turn it in as
writing for my English class? My teacher would think I'm a psycho for
writing about Newsies!
Wisecracker88- I hate to give up on my Spot, but I guess I can settle for having Race, Blink or Jack...unless they're taken....and I'm afraid that this isnt gonna be too much of a 'comic' story... it's a drama, of course there will be lighter moments, but if funny and light-hearted is what you want, then this aint the story for you.
NaughteeLady- you're right, it is special that you feel special because I feel special because you think my story is good.
Moon- Wow. I guess I'm a better writer than I thought! Don't worry your not annoying, I loved your review! Btw, you have to finish "Danger Embedded with Truth"!!
Stacey- Danke for the review!
I added a new character and this starts out with her POV, so don't go getting all confused on me, it'll all work out.
A New Friend
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Slick's POV ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I'd never gotten caught before. I'd been doing it for almost a year, and no one ever even suspected me. I should have known that if I kept stealing I would get caught. Jack warned me... (End POV)
Slick ran down the street dodging women and children and occasionally carts. She glanced back, her short black hair partially blocking her view, and saw that that damn cop was still hot on her trail. Every instinct in her told her to run, and she was trying, but she was running out of breath and she didn't exactly know where she was going. She took a deep breath and put on an extra burst of speed. Again she looked back, she was losing the cop now, he seemed to be out of breath to, and not in as good of shape as Slick. She rounded one last corner and saw Tibby's looming in the distance. 'I can make it.' She thought, 'Almost there!' Slick skidded to a halt and walked into the diner as calmly as possible so as not to attract any extra attention. Just as she had thought, most of the Manhattan newsboys were already there eating food and waiting for the second edition of the paper to come out for the day.
"Jack!" Slick called out to him in a stage-whisper.
The boy she was calling to had sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. He was tall and skinny with a red bandana tied around his neck and a cowboy hat hanging on his back. A smile formed on his face, but soon disapeared when he saw the desperate look on Slick's face.
"What's up Slick?" She quickly walked over to where he sat and told him what happened.
"Well, I know you'se told me I shouldn't steal but I saw dis real nice uh... pair of suspenders and so I jist grabbed 'em and I got caught. Jack you gotta help me, the bulls were right behind me!" Jack glanced up to the door and sure enough a cop was walking in, looking around. He jumped over the table and stood between the cop and Slick, blocking his view.
"Follow my lead." He mouthed. He put his hat on her head and pulled her real close. As they walked towards the door, he put his mouth to hers and began to kiss her, completely blocking any view of her face the policeman might have had. They continued walking as they kissed and soon got out the door. Jack pulled Slick into the alley.
"Does he know you'se a newsie?" he asked.
Slick nodded, "I sold him a pape about five minutes 'afore I, ya know, took the nec- uh...suspenders."
"I know you'se didn't steal suspenders, Slick, but I am gonna take you to da Brooklyn Lodgin' 'ouse for da week 'till dis clears up."
Again Slick nodded and folloed him out of the alley with his cap pulled over her face, casting it into shadow. Her jade green eyes darted back and forth, watching for any sign of the bulls as Jack held her hand and pulled her through the streets.
They reached the Brooklyn bridge in no time, for they were practically running, and suddenly Jack stopped. He turned to Slick who wore a surprised look on her face.
"I know you didn't take suspenders, you wouldn't be so worried if dat's all it was. What did you REALLY take?" Slick shoved her hand in her pocket and her feet became the center of her attention as she pulled out a solid silver necklace. "Gawd, Slick! Are you off ya trolley?? You woulda got a year or two for takin' dat! I cant believe you!" She started to put it back in her pocket, but Jack stopped her. "Are you'se gonna keep it?"
Slick looked at him like he was crazy, "Of course I'm keepin' it! If I return it, I'll get turned over to da bulls!" Jack nodded and kept walking. It was starting to get dark so they quickened their pace, it wasn't smart to be caught on the streets of Brooklyn after dark. Soon enough, the bright light of the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House came into view.
"Evenin' Jack, what can I do for you and your friend?" Terry was sitting behind the desk reading a paper, but looked up when they entered the building.
"Spot around?" Terry pointed up the stairs to where the bunk room was. They walked up the stairs and heard the familiar chatter of any newsboys bunkroom after the day was done. Jack opened the door and everyone dropped silent and looked in their direction. They were hit by a chorus of
"Jack!" and "Heya Cowboy!" and "Woo, who's the girl?"'s.
"Where's Spot?" He demanded over the noise. Spot stood up from the poker game he was in the middle of.
"I'm right here. Heya jackey-boy, how's it rollin'?" Spot sauntered over and they spit-shook.
"Slick heah," he pointed to her and she shot Spot a smile, which he responded to with a suggestive grin, "needs a place to stay for, maybe a week. She's in a little trouble wid da bulls back home."
"Shoah ting, Jackey-boy. Both a you'se can stay as long as ya like."
"Nah, I'se only stayin' for da night, I'm outta heah tomorrow mornin'." Spot nodded his acknowledgement and headed back to his poker game.
Slick and Jack searched the room and found an empty bunk, Jack ended up doubling with Dog. Slick lied down on her bed and stuck her hand in her pocket. As she played with the necklace a shiver of excitement ran down her spine.
Normally, she only took food, or little things like that, but this necklace had called to her. There had been three on the small wooden rack and she picked up two. She studied it and sighed, pretending she wished she had the money to buy it. She replaced one necklace and crumpled the other in her fist. Then she began to amble away, shoving the necklace into her pocket. She stopped dead when she heard the woman's voice.
"Theif! You took my necklace! She took it!" that's when the cop had come after her and she took off running blindly down the street.
"So what'd you'se do?" The voice startled Slick into jumping. She looked up into the face of Hook who was standing above her looking down. She sat up and swung her feet over the edge onto the floor. Jack slid onto the bed next to her.
"Aw, Slick's jist a little thief. Dat's why we call her Slick."
"What'd you'se steal?" Hook asked curiously. Slick took her hand out of her pocket along with the necklace. A few of the boys had gathered aound them by this point and they all gasped. Hook reached forward and took it into her own hands. She recognized it as the style of a necklace she had left back home. "Hey! I got one like dis-"she paused and looked around at the puzzled faces of the boys around her, "for me muddah's birthday a couple a years ago..." they nodded, understanding now.
Hook had decided earlier that day that she was going to bathe that night, once everyone had gone to sleep. Over the next few hours a few of the younger boys went to bed, but when Terry came up and said 'Lights out!' everyone went to bed. Spot, Jack, Hook, Dog and Slick were the last one's to go to bed.
"G'night Slick." Spot winked at her and turned to go to his private bunk.
"Night Spot." She answered, smiling.
They were in their beds when Jack turned on his side to face Slick's bunk.
"So, Slick, Whaddaya tink of Spot?" he asked teasingly.
"He's a cutie." She said with a slight giggle, "G'night Jack."
"Yeah, shoah, g'night" he grunted in response.
As soon as Hook was sure everyone was sleeping soundly, she sat up and snuck to the washroom. She knew she would have to bathe in slightly dirty water, but any bath was a good bath. She took off her hat first, it felt good to let her hair fall around her shoulders again. Since she was only wearing her underwear, she didn't have much to take off. She began unbuttoning her underwear, when the door to the washroom opened. Hook, with her shirt partially unbuttoned, looked up at her intruder, eyes wide, filled with horror. She relaxed a little when she saw who it was, but only a little.
"Uh...I'm sorry, was I uh...intruding?" Slick stared, just as surprised as Hook. "I didn't realize that-" Hook put her finger to her lips.
"Shhh! They don't know!" Slick nodded knowingly.
"I guess we all have our little secrets. Don't worry, I'll keep yours. Hook right?" She nodded. "Well g'night Hook" Slick laughed a little, "Happy bathing." She left the washroom and Hook's heart stopped pounding. She was safe. She had been caught, but she was safe.
She took her bath, undisturbed, and went back to bed, not fully clean, but cleaner than before.
"Up! Everyone up! The presses are rolling and the people want their news!" No one sat up, except Hook. Hook touched her head and found she didn't have her cap. She anxiously looked around her bed, but didn't find it. Hook tossed a glance over the side of her bed and saw it lieing on the floor by Socks bed. The boys were beginning to stir now and she was beginning to panic. She jumped down off her bed, grabbed the cap and ran to the washroom as fast as she could. She slammed the door behind her and began to stuff her hair up into her hat, afraid that someone would come in. Some one did.
"Lemme help." Slick took the hat from Hook's hands and began to calmly pull her hair into a bun. She held it htere and slid the cap over her head just as the door opened again. This time Spot walked in looking great (very tired and with messy hair, but great nonetheless).
"Hey Hook, think you'se ready to sell widdout Dog?"
"Yeah."
"Good. You'se can sell wid Slick today." Hook glanced at her, she didn't seem to object.
"You'se wanna sell wid me today, Slick?" She asked, even though they had no choice.
"Shoah." She answered with a smile.
They both got dressed and went to the distribution office for their papes. (AN: unfortunately, there's no hot guys singing and dancing when they wake up in this story.)
Hook pulled out a quarter and Slick stopped walking. She grabbed Hook's arm and held out another quarter to her.
"Buy me fifty please, I'se gotta go say bye to Jack." Hook took the quarter.
"Shoah ting." Slick ran off and left Hook to her thoughts.
She was really looking forward to her lessons today. Especially the ones with Spot. She didn't understand why everyone thought he was such a womanizer. Hook hadnt seen him with one girl since she had been there and he wasn't hitting on her at all. 'Could that be because he thinks I'm a BOY? I still can't believe I actually like him! I mean, he is good looking, and charming, and nice and-' Hook's thoughts were interuppted by Spot and Slick walking up, arms entwined and staring at eachother. Her jaw dropped.
"I know!" Socks' voice came from behind her, "I don't understand how he gets all dose pretty goils! What's so great about him? Didn't get your hopes up, did you? Ya shoulda known Spot would get her first." Socks thought she wanted Slick, not Spot! She supposed it was all for the best. 'What's so great about him?' she thought in response to Socks' question, 'Nuthin anymore. Except for the fact that he's good looking, and charming and nice and...'
Wisecracker88- I hate to give up on my Spot, but I guess I can settle for having Race, Blink or Jack...unless they're taken....and I'm afraid that this isnt gonna be too much of a 'comic' story... it's a drama, of course there will be lighter moments, but if funny and light-hearted is what you want, then this aint the story for you.
NaughteeLady- you're right, it is special that you feel special because I feel special because you think my story is good.
Moon- Wow. I guess I'm a better writer than I thought! Don't worry your not annoying, I loved your review! Btw, you have to finish "Danger Embedded with Truth"!!
Stacey- Danke for the review!
I added a new character and this starts out with her POV, so don't go getting all confused on me, it'll all work out.
A New Friend
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Slick's POV ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I'd never gotten caught before. I'd been doing it for almost a year, and no one ever even suspected me. I should have known that if I kept stealing I would get caught. Jack warned me... (End POV)
Slick ran down the street dodging women and children and occasionally carts. She glanced back, her short black hair partially blocking her view, and saw that that damn cop was still hot on her trail. Every instinct in her told her to run, and she was trying, but she was running out of breath and she didn't exactly know where she was going. She took a deep breath and put on an extra burst of speed. Again she looked back, she was losing the cop now, he seemed to be out of breath to, and not in as good of shape as Slick. She rounded one last corner and saw Tibby's looming in the distance. 'I can make it.' She thought, 'Almost there!' Slick skidded to a halt and walked into the diner as calmly as possible so as not to attract any extra attention. Just as she had thought, most of the Manhattan newsboys were already there eating food and waiting for the second edition of the paper to come out for the day.
"Jack!" Slick called out to him in a stage-whisper.
The boy she was calling to had sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. He was tall and skinny with a red bandana tied around his neck and a cowboy hat hanging on his back. A smile formed on his face, but soon disapeared when he saw the desperate look on Slick's face.
"What's up Slick?" She quickly walked over to where he sat and told him what happened.
"Well, I know you'se told me I shouldn't steal but I saw dis real nice uh... pair of suspenders and so I jist grabbed 'em and I got caught. Jack you gotta help me, the bulls were right behind me!" Jack glanced up to the door and sure enough a cop was walking in, looking around. He jumped over the table and stood between the cop and Slick, blocking his view.
"Follow my lead." He mouthed. He put his hat on her head and pulled her real close. As they walked towards the door, he put his mouth to hers and began to kiss her, completely blocking any view of her face the policeman might have had. They continued walking as they kissed and soon got out the door. Jack pulled Slick into the alley.
"Does he know you'se a newsie?" he asked.
Slick nodded, "I sold him a pape about five minutes 'afore I, ya know, took the nec- uh...suspenders."
"I know you'se didn't steal suspenders, Slick, but I am gonna take you to da Brooklyn Lodgin' 'ouse for da week 'till dis clears up."
Again Slick nodded and folloed him out of the alley with his cap pulled over her face, casting it into shadow. Her jade green eyes darted back and forth, watching for any sign of the bulls as Jack held her hand and pulled her through the streets.
They reached the Brooklyn bridge in no time, for they were practically running, and suddenly Jack stopped. He turned to Slick who wore a surprised look on her face.
"I know you didn't take suspenders, you wouldn't be so worried if dat's all it was. What did you REALLY take?" Slick shoved her hand in her pocket and her feet became the center of her attention as she pulled out a solid silver necklace. "Gawd, Slick! Are you off ya trolley?? You woulda got a year or two for takin' dat! I cant believe you!" She started to put it back in her pocket, but Jack stopped her. "Are you'se gonna keep it?"
Slick looked at him like he was crazy, "Of course I'm keepin' it! If I return it, I'll get turned over to da bulls!" Jack nodded and kept walking. It was starting to get dark so they quickened their pace, it wasn't smart to be caught on the streets of Brooklyn after dark. Soon enough, the bright light of the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House came into view.
"Evenin' Jack, what can I do for you and your friend?" Terry was sitting behind the desk reading a paper, but looked up when they entered the building.
"Spot around?" Terry pointed up the stairs to where the bunk room was. They walked up the stairs and heard the familiar chatter of any newsboys bunkroom after the day was done. Jack opened the door and everyone dropped silent and looked in their direction. They were hit by a chorus of
"Jack!" and "Heya Cowboy!" and "Woo, who's the girl?"'s.
"Where's Spot?" He demanded over the noise. Spot stood up from the poker game he was in the middle of.
"I'm right here. Heya jackey-boy, how's it rollin'?" Spot sauntered over and they spit-shook.
"Slick heah," he pointed to her and she shot Spot a smile, which he responded to with a suggestive grin, "needs a place to stay for, maybe a week. She's in a little trouble wid da bulls back home."
"Shoah ting, Jackey-boy. Both a you'se can stay as long as ya like."
"Nah, I'se only stayin' for da night, I'm outta heah tomorrow mornin'." Spot nodded his acknowledgement and headed back to his poker game.
Slick and Jack searched the room and found an empty bunk, Jack ended up doubling with Dog. Slick lied down on her bed and stuck her hand in her pocket. As she played with the necklace a shiver of excitement ran down her spine.
Normally, she only took food, or little things like that, but this necklace had called to her. There had been three on the small wooden rack and she picked up two. She studied it and sighed, pretending she wished she had the money to buy it. She replaced one necklace and crumpled the other in her fist. Then she began to amble away, shoving the necklace into her pocket. She stopped dead when she heard the woman's voice.
"Theif! You took my necklace! She took it!" that's when the cop had come after her and she took off running blindly down the street.
"So what'd you'se do?" The voice startled Slick into jumping. She looked up into the face of Hook who was standing above her looking down. She sat up and swung her feet over the edge onto the floor. Jack slid onto the bed next to her.
"Aw, Slick's jist a little thief. Dat's why we call her Slick."
"What'd you'se steal?" Hook asked curiously. Slick took her hand out of her pocket along with the necklace. A few of the boys had gathered aound them by this point and they all gasped. Hook reached forward and took it into her own hands. She recognized it as the style of a necklace she had left back home. "Hey! I got one like dis-"she paused and looked around at the puzzled faces of the boys around her, "for me muddah's birthday a couple a years ago..." they nodded, understanding now.
Hook had decided earlier that day that she was going to bathe that night, once everyone had gone to sleep. Over the next few hours a few of the younger boys went to bed, but when Terry came up and said 'Lights out!' everyone went to bed. Spot, Jack, Hook, Dog and Slick were the last one's to go to bed.
"G'night Slick." Spot winked at her and turned to go to his private bunk.
"Night Spot." She answered, smiling.
They were in their beds when Jack turned on his side to face Slick's bunk.
"So, Slick, Whaddaya tink of Spot?" he asked teasingly.
"He's a cutie." She said with a slight giggle, "G'night Jack."
"Yeah, shoah, g'night" he grunted in response.
As soon as Hook was sure everyone was sleeping soundly, she sat up and snuck to the washroom. She knew she would have to bathe in slightly dirty water, but any bath was a good bath. She took off her hat first, it felt good to let her hair fall around her shoulders again. Since she was only wearing her underwear, she didn't have much to take off. She began unbuttoning her underwear, when the door to the washroom opened. Hook, with her shirt partially unbuttoned, looked up at her intruder, eyes wide, filled with horror. She relaxed a little when she saw who it was, but only a little.
"Uh...I'm sorry, was I uh...intruding?" Slick stared, just as surprised as Hook. "I didn't realize that-" Hook put her finger to her lips.
"Shhh! They don't know!" Slick nodded knowingly.
"I guess we all have our little secrets. Don't worry, I'll keep yours. Hook right?" She nodded. "Well g'night Hook" Slick laughed a little, "Happy bathing." She left the washroom and Hook's heart stopped pounding. She was safe. She had been caught, but she was safe.
She took her bath, undisturbed, and went back to bed, not fully clean, but cleaner than before.
"Up! Everyone up! The presses are rolling and the people want their news!" No one sat up, except Hook. Hook touched her head and found she didn't have her cap. She anxiously looked around her bed, but didn't find it. Hook tossed a glance over the side of her bed and saw it lieing on the floor by Socks bed. The boys were beginning to stir now and she was beginning to panic. She jumped down off her bed, grabbed the cap and ran to the washroom as fast as she could. She slammed the door behind her and began to stuff her hair up into her hat, afraid that someone would come in. Some one did.
"Lemme help." Slick took the hat from Hook's hands and began to calmly pull her hair into a bun. She held it htere and slid the cap over her head just as the door opened again. This time Spot walked in looking great (very tired and with messy hair, but great nonetheless).
"Hey Hook, think you'se ready to sell widdout Dog?"
"Yeah."
"Good. You'se can sell wid Slick today." Hook glanced at her, she didn't seem to object.
"You'se wanna sell wid me today, Slick?" She asked, even though they had no choice.
"Shoah." She answered with a smile.
They both got dressed and went to the distribution office for their papes. (AN: unfortunately, there's no hot guys singing and dancing when they wake up in this story.)
Hook pulled out a quarter and Slick stopped walking. She grabbed Hook's arm and held out another quarter to her.
"Buy me fifty please, I'se gotta go say bye to Jack." Hook took the quarter.
"Shoah ting." Slick ran off and left Hook to her thoughts.
She was really looking forward to her lessons today. Especially the ones with Spot. She didn't understand why everyone thought he was such a womanizer. Hook hadnt seen him with one girl since she had been there and he wasn't hitting on her at all. 'Could that be because he thinks I'm a BOY? I still can't believe I actually like him! I mean, he is good looking, and charming, and nice and-' Hook's thoughts were interuppted by Spot and Slick walking up, arms entwined and staring at eachother. Her jaw dropped.
"I know!" Socks' voice came from behind her, "I don't understand how he gets all dose pretty goils! What's so great about him? Didn't get your hopes up, did you? Ya shoulda known Spot would get her first." Socks thought she wanted Slick, not Spot! She supposed it was all for the best. 'What's so great about him?' she thought in response to Socks' question, 'Nuthin anymore. Except for the fact that he's good looking, and charming and nice and...'