Omg, I am so sorry I haven't written since like Saturday!! I've been busy
with stupid school and have been writers blocking major. Ok, here's the
next chappie, hope its ok!
Feelings? Nah!
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Jenna lay awake on her bed for hours just staring at the ceiling in her misery. She was certain that now her mother would make her life more of a living hell than before. How could she do that to her? Her nightdress felt strange on her, being used to wearing pants and a shirt to bed. She also felt strange trying to sleep with out a hat on her head. Every time she heard someone walking she would grab her head to check for her hat, and then realize she didn't need it.
Jenna closed her eyes for the sixtieth time and rolled onto her side, facing the wall. But she had to open them again within the next moment, for every time she closed her eyes, she saw Spot. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She was certain now that she didn't REALLY like him; she just thought he was good looking. Very good looking. And kind of nice. Maybe a little charming. (AN: The list goes on, lol.) No. She wasn't going to think about him.
There had to be something about this life that wasn't completely terrible. Like the fact that she didn't have to work to have a place to sleep or to get something to eat. And the fact that when she wanted something she would actually be able to afford it. And that she could actually bathe without worrying about getting caught. And that she wouldn't wake up to thirty good- looking, muscular guys walking around shirtless... hmmm, now that's something she would miss.
Jenna shrieked, though not very loudly, when she heard a tapping at her window. She bolted straight up in her bed, her long hair whipping out behind her. Her blue eyes were wide; it had been dead silent for what seemed like six hours except for the sound of her breathing. Jenna was sure she was dreaming when she saw what had made the tapping noise, or rather WHO had made the tapping noise.
Crouched out side her window was Spot. Her heart jumped. Spot! Jenna rubbed her eyes and squinted, trying to see better. No, it was definitely Spot. This was a strange dream, but Jenna wasn't too sure that she really was dreaming, so she pinched herself...hard. She let out a small yelp and saw Spot laughing. How could he laugh at a time like this? She got out of her bed, the floor was cold and hard under her bare feet, and she went to the window.
"What are you doing?" She mouthed, remembering that she couldn't open the window.
"Open the window." He mouthed back.
"I can't"
"Why?"
"They nailed it shut."
"What?"
"They nailed it shut."
"What?"
If she could have she would have been yelling, "They nailed it shut!" She repeated for the last time, pretending to hold a nail with one hand and hammer it in with the other.
"They nailed it shut?"
"Yes!"
"Why didn't you say so?" A look of exasperation came over Jenna's face, but Spot continued, "Front door?"
Jenna nodded and walked toward her door, her feet still not quite used to the seemingly frozen floor.
'She's actually really pretty. Maybe once I'se get 'er back...honestly, is dat all I'se think about? Yeah.' Spot climbed down the viney-thingies (AN: what are those things that are made of wood that are on the sides of really old houses called?) thinking. He was about halfway down when his foot caught in a hole. He fell backwards towards the ground.... but caught himself. He continued downwards, his hearting beating like crazy from his near-death experience.
The floor just wouldn't warm up. Jenna walked down her stairs carefully so as not to make them creak. She was terribly frightened that one of her parents or her sister would awaken to find her creeping down the stairs in the dead of night to meet a boy who wanted to help her get out of there.
'I wont be able to get out. They'll hear the door, it's too loud. Why didn't I oil it when I was told to last week?'
Finally, after what seemed like an excruciatingly long period of time, she arrived at her front door. As quietly as possible, she opened the milk- shoot and saw Spot waiting impatiently at her door.
"Pssst! Spot!" He glanced around and finally saw her. He smiled and crouched down to talk.
"Come out 'ere and leave!" He said, expecting her to just walk out.
"Ha, do you think I could really do that? That door is so loud, my mother would wake up and hear, then come down and drag me back in., and she probably wont be too nice about it."
"Do it anyway, the guys keep asking about you." He paused and smiled sheepishly, "We kinda miss you." Just to see how he would react Jenna replied:
"We, meaning you?" If it hadn't been so dark and she hadn't been so tired (and if she hadn't been talking to Spot Conlon.), Jenna would have thought she saw him blushing.
"We, meaning the boys, Slick AND me." She couldn't believe Spot was fessing up to missing her! She opened her mouth to say something but froze, her filling with fear. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Shhhh, don't say anything." She whispered and shut the milk-shoot. Jenna turned to see her mother and her sister standing at the foot of the stairs.
"Jenna Morgan Tavaleer. What are you doing out of bed and sitting on the floor in front of the door?" Her mother's voice portrayed a slight amount of anger, but Jenna knew she was mad, probably beyond mad.
"Um, I was uh... what I was er..." She rackered her brain, but she couldn't find an excuse. "I uh..." Jenna was still at a loss for words so she decided to just shut her mouth.
"I see." Her mother replied scornfully, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well in that case, Maria escort her to her bedroom and wait there until she goes to sleep.'
"yes mother." Maria's sweet green eyes looked at Jenna and they seemed to be saying 'I'm sorry.' so Jenna decided it was time to make her move.
She side-stepped slightly so that she was directly in front of the door. Jenna's hands were already behind her back so she moved them up and unlocked the door. Moving faster than she thought she could, she open the door and was going out at a sprint. Spot had seen her and had taken off as well. But Jenna's mother was quicker and before she knew what was happening, she had her by the collar of her nightgown and was dragging her back to the house. Spot turned and started towards her but stopped when she shook her head, she didn't want him getting in any trouble.
"Stupid child. Stupid! You're so ungrateful, I'm clothing you I'm feeding you, what else do you want?" She had let go of her collar by now and they were standing on the porch.
"Respect!" Jenna shot back and stormed into the house and up the stairs to her room. Her mother didn't have to say anything, she just pointed and Maria scurried to follow her. She knocked softly on Jenna's door but didn't wait for her to say come in, she just entered and found her sitting on her bed crying quietly.
"Hey, Jen. It cant be that bad here, can it?" Maria sat down next to her sister.
"You don't understand. I hate it here. The past few days were the first that I've been actually happy since...I don't even know. I had fun. I had friends and then she comes along and takes it away. How do you stand her attitude? You know, that 'I'm better than you and you know it' air she has around her? I hate it." Jenna looked her sister in the eye and saw a strange look in her eyes. Maybe she did understand. "Maria, can we go for a walk tomorrow?" Her eyes changed from that strange look to one on delightment (AN: I couldn't think of a better word...).
"Of course! Where would you like to go?" She asked her little sister.
"The bridge." Maria looked at at her funny. Why would anyone want to go to the bridge?
"Alright." She said hesitantly, "We'll leave right after breakfast, is that ok with you?" Jenna nodded and lied down to go to sleep, she was excaping tomorrow for sure. Maria stood and walked to the door. She might have said good night, but Jenna wasn't sure.
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"Spot, is that you?" the quiet voice came from behind him and he turned around to see Slick in her nightclothes.
"Yeah, come 'ere." He motioned for her to sit next to him, his feet were hanging off the ledge of the roof. She declined and stood next to him.
Spot looked at her as she stared up at the stars. She was beautiful. That's about it though. She had no spark, no personality. Sure she was a great thief, but...there was nothing to her. She was just a girl. That's it.
"Ya know Slick, I don't think that there's really uh, anything between us."
She turned when he said her name and stared at him not quite open mouthed, but clearly shocked. Obviously she'd never been dumped.
"Spot, it's been a day. One day." She answered, quiet anger slipping into her voice.
"I know, but I guess I jist sont like ya like that..." Spot looked away, he hated this part of a relationship. But he did have a reputation to keep,and that was part of the reason he didn't want to be with her anymore. He hated it, going from girl to girl, but he felt like he had to to keep up his rep as well as his morale. He liked the feeling that almost every girl in Brooklyn wanted him. But he hated that they really just wanted his good looks, they didn't care about his personality. He was hot. Hell, he was damn sexy, and that's all that mattered.
"Ok Spot, what ever you say." Slick faced away from him and climbed back through the window to go back to bed. Now Spot felt guilty, not just about Slick, but about not being able to get Jenna back. He stared out the skyline. If he wasn't mistaken, the sun was beginning to rise and he hadn't slept at all. So he climbed back in as well and crawled into his bed.
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"Up child! Breakfast is ready and Maria has requested that you run errands with her. Why? I have no idea, you'll probably just mope around complaining. Oh well, get up!" Her mother barged into her room and demanded that she awake, so she sat up and got out of bed to shut her up, but it didn't work. "I forgive you for trying to run away last night, you were just tired. I'm giving you a second chance, but Maria is to keep you in her sight the whole time. And what I said when I got you back the first time still stands, I will get you no matter where you are. Come eat." She stalked out of the room and Jenna followed after getting dressed in her plainest clothes.
"Good morning Jenna, are you up to running errands with me today?" Maria said with a wink.
"Of course." Jenna answered and placed her hat on her head, her sister wasn't as bad as she thought, she was almost human.
"Then let's be on our way."
The pair walked out onto a people filled street and Jenna recognized a few people she knew, newsies of course. Maria was holding her hand like she was a little child. She felt a pang in her stomach, realizing that she had actually enjoyed working for her food and a place to stay.
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"Slick!" Spot yelled, "It's Hook, this is our chance." Slick listened carefully, seeming to have forgotten that she was mad in the chance to save her friend. "Ok, here's what we'se gonna do..."
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"Newsie Friend Snatches Girl From Sister!" Jenna looked at the headline yeller and recognized her as Slick. She was staring right at Jenna and she motioned with her head for Jenna to glance to her right. She did and saw Spot looking at her as well, they were going to help her escape! She nodded her understanding of the headline and Spot began to walk towards her. Maria wasn't paying attention, but she was still holding onto Jenna's hand, though lightly.
Soon, Spot was walking next to her and he took her hand as well. She felt a rush go up her arm, but chose to ignore it, not knowing her felt it too. Suddenly he pulled and they began to run and to her surprise Maria didn't try to stop them, she didn't even looked surprised. In fact, she was smiling slightly.
Jenna's heart was pounding. They had done it! She was going home!
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"They took her mother! They took her!" Maria barged into the house, looking dishelved. Her mother rushed up to her demanding an explanation. "I was attacked by a streetrat," she spat the word out like poison, "and he ran off with Jenna!" Her mother looke outraged.
(Mother's POV)
She doesn't understand why I need her here. I don't really either fpr that matter, but that's unimportant. She has no right ot embarrass our family by running off with a dirty streetrat instead of living with people of her class! I'm going to get her back, I swear I will.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I sincerely apologize for the long time it took to post that chapter, I wanted it done Friday, but I didn't get it finished. Oh well! I just have to say Happy belated birthday to Gabriel Damon. He turned 28 on Friday (that's why I wanted it posted then) If you don't know, and you should, he played Spot Conlon in the movie Newsies! I'm planning on finishing this story soon and writing a sequal,s o if things do nt end the way you want them to, keep calm, im not done!
Feelings? Nah!
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Jenna lay awake on her bed for hours just staring at the ceiling in her misery. She was certain that now her mother would make her life more of a living hell than before. How could she do that to her? Her nightdress felt strange on her, being used to wearing pants and a shirt to bed. She also felt strange trying to sleep with out a hat on her head. Every time she heard someone walking she would grab her head to check for her hat, and then realize she didn't need it.
Jenna closed her eyes for the sixtieth time and rolled onto her side, facing the wall. But she had to open them again within the next moment, for every time she closed her eyes, she saw Spot. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She was certain now that she didn't REALLY like him; she just thought he was good looking. Very good looking. And kind of nice. Maybe a little charming. (AN: The list goes on, lol.) No. She wasn't going to think about him.
There had to be something about this life that wasn't completely terrible. Like the fact that she didn't have to work to have a place to sleep or to get something to eat. And the fact that when she wanted something she would actually be able to afford it. And that she could actually bathe without worrying about getting caught. And that she wouldn't wake up to thirty good- looking, muscular guys walking around shirtless... hmmm, now that's something she would miss.
Jenna shrieked, though not very loudly, when she heard a tapping at her window. She bolted straight up in her bed, her long hair whipping out behind her. Her blue eyes were wide; it had been dead silent for what seemed like six hours except for the sound of her breathing. Jenna was sure she was dreaming when she saw what had made the tapping noise, or rather WHO had made the tapping noise.
Crouched out side her window was Spot. Her heart jumped. Spot! Jenna rubbed her eyes and squinted, trying to see better. No, it was definitely Spot. This was a strange dream, but Jenna wasn't too sure that she really was dreaming, so she pinched herself...hard. She let out a small yelp and saw Spot laughing. How could he laugh at a time like this? She got out of her bed, the floor was cold and hard under her bare feet, and she went to the window.
"What are you doing?" She mouthed, remembering that she couldn't open the window.
"Open the window." He mouthed back.
"I can't"
"Why?"
"They nailed it shut."
"What?"
"They nailed it shut."
"What?"
If she could have she would have been yelling, "They nailed it shut!" She repeated for the last time, pretending to hold a nail with one hand and hammer it in with the other.
"They nailed it shut?"
"Yes!"
"Why didn't you say so?" A look of exasperation came over Jenna's face, but Spot continued, "Front door?"
Jenna nodded and walked toward her door, her feet still not quite used to the seemingly frozen floor.
'She's actually really pretty. Maybe once I'se get 'er back...honestly, is dat all I'se think about? Yeah.' Spot climbed down the viney-thingies (AN: what are those things that are made of wood that are on the sides of really old houses called?) thinking. He was about halfway down when his foot caught in a hole. He fell backwards towards the ground.... but caught himself. He continued downwards, his hearting beating like crazy from his near-death experience.
The floor just wouldn't warm up. Jenna walked down her stairs carefully so as not to make them creak. She was terribly frightened that one of her parents or her sister would awaken to find her creeping down the stairs in the dead of night to meet a boy who wanted to help her get out of there.
'I wont be able to get out. They'll hear the door, it's too loud. Why didn't I oil it when I was told to last week?'
Finally, after what seemed like an excruciatingly long period of time, she arrived at her front door. As quietly as possible, she opened the milk- shoot and saw Spot waiting impatiently at her door.
"Pssst! Spot!" He glanced around and finally saw her. He smiled and crouched down to talk.
"Come out 'ere and leave!" He said, expecting her to just walk out.
"Ha, do you think I could really do that? That door is so loud, my mother would wake up and hear, then come down and drag me back in., and she probably wont be too nice about it."
"Do it anyway, the guys keep asking about you." He paused and smiled sheepishly, "We kinda miss you." Just to see how he would react Jenna replied:
"We, meaning you?" If it hadn't been so dark and she hadn't been so tired (and if she hadn't been talking to Spot Conlon.), Jenna would have thought she saw him blushing.
"We, meaning the boys, Slick AND me." She couldn't believe Spot was fessing up to missing her! She opened her mouth to say something but froze, her filling with fear. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Shhhh, don't say anything." She whispered and shut the milk-shoot. Jenna turned to see her mother and her sister standing at the foot of the stairs.
"Jenna Morgan Tavaleer. What are you doing out of bed and sitting on the floor in front of the door?" Her mother's voice portrayed a slight amount of anger, but Jenna knew she was mad, probably beyond mad.
"Um, I was uh... what I was er..." She rackered her brain, but she couldn't find an excuse. "I uh..." Jenna was still at a loss for words so she decided to just shut her mouth.
"I see." Her mother replied scornfully, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well in that case, Maria escort her to her bedroom and wait there until she goes to sleep.'
"yes mother." Maria's sweet green eyes looked at Jenna and they seemed to be saying 'I'm sorry.' so Jenna decided it was time to make her move.
She side-stepped slightly so that she was directly in front of the door. Jenna's hands were already behind her back so she moved them up and unlocked the door. Moving faster than she thought she could, she open the door and was going out at a sprint. Spot had seen her and had taken off as well. But Jenna's mother was quicker and before she knew what was happening, she had her by the collar of her nightgown and was dragging her back to the house. Spot turned and started towards her but stopped when she shook her head, she didn't want him getting in any trouble.
"Stupid child. Stupid! You're so ungrateful, I'm clothing you I'm feeding you, what else do you want?" She had let go of her collar by now and they were standing on the porch.
"Respect!" Jenna shot back and stormed into the house and up the stairs to her room. Her mother didn't have to say anything, she just pointed and Maria scurried to follow her. She knocked softly on Jenna's door but didn't wait for her to say come in, she just entered and found her sitting on her bed crying quietly.
"Hey, Jen. It cant be that bad here, can it?" Maria sat down next to her sister.
"You don't understand. I hate it here. The past few days were the first that I've been actually happy since...I don't even know. I had fun. I had friends and then she comes along and takes it away. How do you stand her attitude? You know, that 'I'm better than you and you know it' air she has around her? I hate it." Jenna looked her sister in the eye and saw a strange look in her eyes. Maybe she did understand. "Maria, can we go for a walk tomorrow?" Her eyes changed from that strange look to one on delightment (AN: I couldn't think of a better word...).
"Of course! Where would you like to go?" She asked her little sister.
"The bridge." Maria looked at at her funny. Why would anyone want to go to the bridge?
"Alright." She said hesitantly, "We'll leave right after breakfast, is that ok with you?" Jenna nodded and lied down to go to sleep, she was excaping tomorrow for sure. Maria stood and walked to the door. She might have said good night, but Jenna wasn't sure.
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"Spot, is that you?" the quiet voice came from behind him and he turned around to see Slick in her nightclothes.
"Yeah, come 'ere." He motioned for her to sit next to him, his feet were hanging off the ledge of the roof. She declined and stood next to him.
Spot looked at her as she stared up at the stars. She was beautiful. That's about it though. She had no spark, no personality. Sure she was a great thief, but...there was nothing to her. She was just a girl. That's it.
"Ya know Slick, I don't think that there's really uh, anything between us."
She turned when he said her name and stared at him not quite open mouthed, but clearly shocked. Obviously she'd never been dumped.
"Spot, it's been a day. One day." She answered, quiet anger slipping into her voice.
"I know, but I guess I jist sont like ya like that..." Spot looked away, he hated this part of a relationship. But he did have a reputation to keep,and that was part of the reason he didn't want to be with her anymore. He hated it, going from girl to girl, but he felt like he had to to keep up his rep as well as his morale. He liked the feeling that almost every girl in Brooklyn wanted him. But he hated that they really just wanted his good looks, they didn't care about his personality. He was hot. Hell, he was damn sexy, and that's all that mattered.
"Ok Spot, what ever you say." Slick faced away from him and climbed back through the window to go back to bed. Now Spot felt guilty, not just about Slick, but about not being able to get Jenna back. He stared out the skyline. If he wasn't mistaken, the sun was beginning to rise and he hadn't slept at all. So he climbed back in as well and crawled into his bed.
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"Up child! Breakfast is ready and Maria has requested that you run errands with her. Why? I have no idea, you'll probably just mope around complaining. Oh well, get up!" Her mother barged into her room and demanded that she awake, so she sat up and got out of bed to shut her up, but it didn't work. "I forgive you for trying to run away last night, you were just tired. I'm giving you a second chance, but Maria is to keep you in her sight the whole time. And what I said when I got you back the first time still stands, I will get you no matter where you are. Come eat." She stalked out of the room and Jenna followed after getting dressed in her plainest clothes.
"Good morning Jenna, are you up to running errands with me today?" Maria said with a wink.
"Of course." Jenna answered and placed her hat on her head, her sister wasn't as bad as she thought, she was almost human.
"Then let's be on our way."
The pair walked out onto a people filled street and Jenna recognized a few people she knew, newsies of course. Maria was holding her hand like she was a little child. She felt a pang in her stomach, realizing that she had actually enjoyed working for her food and a place to stay.
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"Slick!" Spot yelled, "It's Hook, this is our chance." Slick listened carefully, seeming to have forgotten that she was mad in the chance to save her friend. "Ok, here's what we'se gonna do..."
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"Newsie Friend Snatches Girl From Sister!" Jenna looked at the headline yeller and recognized her as Slick. She was staring right at Jenna and she motioned with her head for Jenna to glance to her right. She did and saw Spot looking at her as well, they were going to help her escape! She nodded her understanding of the headline and Spot began to walk towards her. Maria wasn't paying attention, but she was still holding onto Jenna's hand, though lightly.
Soon, Spot was walking next to her and he took her hand as well. She felt a rush go up her arm, but chose to ignore it, not knowing her felt it too. Suddenly he pulled and they began to run and to her surprise Maria didn't try to stop them, she didn't even looked surprised. In fact, she was smiling slightly.
Jenna's heart was pounding. They had done it! She was going home!
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"They took her mother! They took her!" Maria barged into the house, looking dishelved. Her mother rushed up to her demanding an explanation. "I was attacked by a streetrat," she spat the word out like poison, "and he ran off with Jenna!" Her mother looke outraged.
(Mother's POV)
She doesn't understand why I need her here. I don't really either fpr that matter, but that's unimportant. She has no right ot embarrass our family by running off with a dirty streetrat instead of living with people of her class! I'm going to get her back, I swear I will.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I sincerely apologize for the long time it took to post that chapter, I wanted it done Friday, but I didn't get it finished. Oh well! I just have to say Happy belated birthday to Gabriel Damon. He turned 28 on Friday (that's why I wanted it posted then) If you don't know, and you should, he played Spot Conlon in the movie Newsies! I'm planning on finishing this story soon and writing a sequal,s o if things do nt end the way you want them to, keep calm, im not done!