A.N. –and true to my word, I'm writing more~now! Yay! I'm proud of me! J/m.
enjoy! ~me
Chapter Fourteen
As Blink sauntered into the room, Mush couldn't help but notice his air of having accomplished something. "Hey, Blink! Wat's Goin' on?" Mush inquired. He was definitely confused. Just like twenty minutes ago, a calm, pensive Blink went out of the room, and now he was back—all smiles...something was fishy. "Oh, nuthin, mush. Hey, have ya seen Race anywheres?" Mush Mentally shrugged. Oh, well, he'd just have to wait to figure it out. "yeah, I think he's downstairs playin' pokah with Spot." Spot was a common visitor at the Manhattan Lodging House, mainly to play poker with race. Race would give Spot pointers on the game, and they almost always paid off at the next all-of-New York City-newsies gathering. "Oh, okay. I gots a question for ya. Whatcha doin' tonight?" he innocently asked. "I dunno. Nuthin, I think. Why?" Mush asked, not hiding the suspicion that he felt. "Just wonderin' Mush. I gotta go find Race. See ya in a little while." And with that, he was off, bounding towards the stairs, in hot pursuit of Racetrack Higgins.
*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Double Down! An' I win again!" Racetrack was truly the king of New York when it came to cards. Spot through his cards down with disgust. "Oh, man! Not again!" Spot groaned. Race smiled his bona fide Italian smile and said, "Dontcha worry, Spot. One day youse'll be competition for me." He smirked again and dodged Spot's mock punch just in time. "So how do ya tink you'll do dis Saturday at da gatherin'?" Race asked. "Oh, I tink I'll do just peachy, Race. I—"He stopped short when he saw Kid Blink bounding down the stairs, obviously in search of someone or something. "Well what have we heah?" Spot asked with a grin on his handsome face. Race turned around and saw Blink running down the stairs. "Hey, Blink! What's your hurry?" He welcomed. Blink looked up, and saw Racetrack with a grin on his face, and he jumped the banister and landed right in middle of Race and Spot. "Heya boys, Who won the game?" Blink asked nonchalantly. "Gee, thanks for rubbin' it in, Blink," Spot said with a fake frown, then smiled. "But I'se is getting better though," he added. "Oh, that's good. Hey Race, I gotta talk to ya for a minute," Blink converted the conversation. With a quizzical look in his eyes, Race told Spot, "Be practicin'. I'll be back in a sec." And with that, Blink and race went into the next room to discuss the plan.
"So what's going on, Blink?" Race asked with a mischievous look on his face. "Well, I hoid that you kinda did mushy boy a favor today by letting him walk Bobbie home, an' you said dat you was goin' to Tibby's, but he's a smart boy, dat Mush. He noticed dat you went in da OPPOSITE direction of Tibby's. He's onta ya, pal," Blink explained. Race meditated upon that thought for a second, then replied with a huge smile, "I wonder when theyse'll figure out dat they like each othuh." The two began laughing uproariously. After finally coming under control, Kid Blink went on to explain, "Well, I kinda made a 'date' if ya wanna call it dat, with Bobbie tonight, an I already checked wit mush ta see if he was doin' sumthin' tonight, so I can say dat I forgot dat I had sumpthin else ta do and if he wouldn't mind takin' my place on dis 'date.' Ya tink it'll woik?" He asked, out of breath. Race pondered the idea, then with another huge smile, (trademark of Racetrack Higgins) he said, "It's brilliant, Blink." Then as an afterthought, he added, "Ya know, I nevah knew how fun it was ta play Cupid, especially for Mush." Blink burst out laughing. Race shot him a quizzical look, making Blink explain, inbetween breaths and holding his sides, cuz he was laughing so hard, "Dat—is exactly—what I'se was—thinkin'—earlier when I—set up da date thing with Bobbie!" Now Race joined in laughing, and they both agreed that they would do whatever was in their power to get Mush and Bobbie together.
Race went back in to Spot again to give him some more tips, and Blink bounded back up the stairs to go set Mush up. 'It's 5:30. I gots 'bout an hour or so ta get 'im ready ta go.' He thought to himself. When he reached the room, he saw Mush sitting on his bed reading the day's paper. "Anyting good today?" Blink asked. "Nah, not really," Mush replied. "Ah, okay," Blink said, then headed towards his bunk. About half-way there, he stopped dead in his tracks and slapped himself on the forehead. This caused Mush to look up from his paper, and ask, "Hey, what's wrong?" Blink turned around slowly with a pained expression on his face. "Ah! I was supposed ta go to Medda's place tonight, but I accidentally made somewhat of a date for tonight. If it wouldn't be too much ta ask..." He let his voice trail off. "What? You want me to go ta Medda's? Well, I guess I could, but—"He was cut off by Blink. "No, I meant couldja go on dis date for me?" he quickly intervened. He wasn't really lying, cuz hey, he was gonna stop by Medda's for maybe a minute, but that wasn't important right now. "Well—"Mush looked doubtful. "I mean, she'll be expectin' you, and it'd won't be you." Blink let out a sigh of relief. "Hey, don't worry about it. She'll understand. Please? Just do dis for me?" Blink gave him the most pathetic and miserable look in the world, which gave mush no choice but to say, "Oh, okay. What time? An' where?" Blink gave another sigh of relief and informed him, "Tibby's at seven o'clock, corner table, left side, ya know da one. She'll meet you there." Mush smiled, and said, "I'll be dere."
Blink left the room, smiling...'now I gotta get Jacky-boy ta bring her ovah.' As he was walking down the hallway, speaking of the devil, around the corner came Jack Kelly. "Hey, Jack! I gotta talk to ya," he told him. Jack stopped and gave Blink his full attention. "Okay. Go ahead." Blink took a deep breath and explained the situation to Jack. "...and now alls you gotta do is bring her ta Tibby's at seven o'clock. C'mon Jack. Do it for Mush," Blink ended. Jack smiled, and said, "We'll leave 5 minutes before Mush does." Blink did a little victory dance out in the hallway, while Jack just smiled and said, "Let me go tell her that she's goin'. Congratulations, cupid."
6:35 p.m. Mush stepped out onto the darkening streets of Manhattan. Tibby's was about a 15 minute walk away on a day when the streets weren't crowded. They were decent today, yet he knew he would have to hurry in order to get there by 6:50. 'Blink told me ta be a bit early, so I could get settled in before she gets dere.' 'Brr. It's not dat warm out heah tonight.' 'What time is it?' 'I wonder who dis goil is.' Many questions and thoughts ran through his mind as he made the trek to Tibby's. At 6:44 she arrived and got the table that Blink had specified, and settled down. Exactly five minutes later, the bell on the door signaled that someone had entered. The girl already seated at a certain table on the left side was not paying attention and did not see the handsome young man enter the restaurant. As the boy crossed the threshold of the restaurant, he stopped dead in his tracks. The back of the head did not move, but he was thinking that it looked very familiar...then it hit him...Mush gasped. It was Bobbie.
A.N. How am I doing on my cliff hanger ones? Like it? Hate it? Tell me truthfully. I am not afraid of criticism. Tell me how to improve! Just R&R please!
Chapter Fourteen
As Blink sauntered into the room, Mush couldn't help but notice his air of having accomplished something. "Hey, Blink! Wat's Goin' on?" Mush inquired. He was definitely confused. Just like twenty minutes ago, a calm, pensive Blink went out of the room, and now he was back—all smiles...something was fishy. "Oh, nuthin, mush. Hey, have ya seen Race anywheres?" Mush Mentally shrugged. Oh, well, he'd just have to wait to figure it out. "yeah, I think he's downstairs playin' pokah with Spot." Spot was a common visitor at the Manhattan Lodging House, mainly to play poker with race. Race would give Spot pointers on the game, and they almost always paid off at the next all-of-New York City-newsies gathering. "Oh, okay. I gots a question for ya. Whatcha doin' tonight?" he innocently asked. "I dunno. Nuthin, I think. Why?" Mush asked, not hiding the suspicion that he felt. "Just wonderin' Mush. I gotta go find Race. See ya in a little while." And with that, he was off, bounding towards the stairs, in hot pursuit of Racetrack Higgins.
*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Double Down! An' I win again!" Racetrack was truly the king of New York when it came to cards. Spot through his cards down with disgust. "Oh, man! Not again!" Spot groaned. Race smiled his bona fide Italian smile and said, "Dontcha worry, Spot. One day youse'll be competition for me." He smirked again and dodged Spot's mock punch just in time. "So how do ya tink you'll do dis Saturday at da gatherin'?" Race asked. "Oh, I tink I'll do just peachy, Race. I—"He stopped short when he saw Kid Blink bounding down the stairs, obviously in search of someone or something. "Well what have we heah?" Spot asked with a grin on his handsome face. Race turned around and saw Blink running down the stairs. "Hey, Blink! What's your hurry?" He welcomed. Blink looked up, and saw Racetrack with a grin on his face, and he jumped the banister and landed right in middle of Race and Spot. "Heya boys, Who won the game?" Blink asked nonchalantly. "Gee, thanks for rubbin' it in, Blink," Spot said with a fake frown, then smiled. "But I'se is getting better though," he added. "Oh, that's good. Hey Race, I gotta talk to ya for a minute," Blink converted the conversation. With a quizzical look in his eyes, Race told Spot, "Be practicin'. I'll be back in a sec." And with that, Blink and race went into the next room to discuss the plan.
"So what's going on, Blink?" Race asked with a mischievous look on his face. "Well, I hoid that you kinda did mushy boy a favor today by letting him walk Bobbie home, an' you said dat you was goin' to Tibby's, but he's a smart boy, dat Mush. He noticed dat you went in da OPPOSITE direction of Tibby's. He's onta ya, pal," Blink explained. Race meditated upon that thought for a second, then replied with a huge smile, "I wonder when theyse'll figure out dat they like each othuh." The two began laughing uproariously. After finally coming under control, Kid Blink went on to explain, "Well, I kinda made a 'date' if ya wanna call it dat, with Bobbie tonight, an I already checked wit mush ta see if he was doin' sumthin' tonight, so I can say dat I forgot dat I had sumpthin else ta do and if he wouldn't mind takin' my place on dis 'date.' Ya tink it'll woik?" He asked, out of breath. Race pondered the idea, then with another huge smile, (trademark of Racetrack Higgins) he said, "It's brilliant, Blink." Then as an afterthought, he added, "Ya know, I nevah knew how fun it was ta play Cupid, especially for Mush." Blink burst out laughing. Race shot him a quizzical look, making Blink explain, inbetween breaths and holding his sides, cuz he was laughing so hard, "Dat—is exactly—what I'se was—thinkin'—earlier when I—set up da date thing with Bobbie!" Now Race joined in laughing, and they both agreed that they would do whatever was in their power to get Mush and Bobbie together.
Race went back in to Spot again to give him some more tips, and Blink bounded back up the stairs to go set Mush up. 'It's 5:30. I gots 'bout an hour or so ta get 'im ready ta go.' He thought to himself. When he reached the room, he saw Mush sitting on his bed reading the day's paper. "Anyting good today?" Blink asked. "Nah, not really," Mush replied. "Ah, okay," Blink said, then headed towards his bunk. About half-way there, he stopped dead in his tracks and slapped himself on the forehead. This caused Mush to look up from his paper, and ask, "Hey, what's wrong?" Blink turned around slowly with a pained expression on his face. "Ah! I was supposed ta go to Medda's place tonight, but I accidentally made somewhat of a date for tonight. If it wouldn't be too much ta ask..." He let his voice trail off. "What? You want me to go ta Medda's? Well, I guess I could, but—"He was cut off by Blink. "No, I meant couldja go on dis date for me?" he quickly intervened. He wasn't really lying, cuz hey, he was gonna stop by Medda's for maybe a minute, but that wasn't important right now. "Well—"Mush looked doubtful. "I mean, she'll be expectin' you, and it'd won't be you." Blink let out a sigh of relief. "Hey, don't worry about it. She'll understand. Please? Just do dis for me?" Blink gave him the most pathetic and miserable look in the world, which gave mush no choice but to say, "Oh, okay. What time? An' where?" Blink gave another sigh of relief and informed him, "Tibby's at seven o'clock, corner table, left side, ya know da one. She'll meet you there." Mush smiled, and said, "I'll be dere."
Blink left the room, smiling...'now I gotta get Jacky-boy ta bring her ovah.' As he was walking down the hallway, speaking of the devil, around the corner came Jack Kelly. "Hey, Jack! I gotta talk to ya," he told him. Jack stopped and gave Blink his full attention. "Okay. Go ahead." Blink took a deep breath and explained the situation to Jack. "...and now alls you gotta do is bring her ta Tibby's at seven o'clock. C'mon Jack. Do it for Mush," Blink ended. Jack smiled, and said, "We'll leave 5 minutes before Mush does." Blink did a little victory dance out in the hallway, while Jack just smiled and said, "Let me go tell her that she's goin'. Congratulations, cupid."
6:35 p.m. Mush stepped out onto the darkening streets of Manhattan. Tibby's was about a 15 minute walk away on a day when the streets weren't crowded. They were decent today, yet he knew he would have to hurry in order to get there by 6:50. 'Blink told me ta be a bit early, so I could get settled in before she gets dere.' 'Brr. It's not dat warm out heah tonight.' 'What time is it?' 'I wonder who dis goil is.' Many questions and thoughts ran through his mind as he made the trek to Tibby's. At 6:44 she arrived and got the table that Blink had specified, and settled down. Exactly five minutes later, the bell on the door signaled that someone had entered. The girl already seated at a certain table on the left side was not paying attention and did not see the handsome young man enter the restaurant. As the boy crossed the threshold of the restaurant, he stopped dead in his tracks. The back of the head did not move, but he was thinking that it looked very familiar...then it hit him...Mush gasped. It was Bobbie.
A.N. How am I doing on my cliff hanger ones? Like it? Hate it? Tell me truthfully. I am not afraid of criticism. Tell me how to improve! Just R&R please!