JLXS: I'm back! Now, this chapter reveals more about Jaylex's character, particularly on her past relationship with Sepher. I now have you under my hypnotic psychic powers. Read, I say, read!
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"It is time to wake up, Miss Jaylex," Willum said as he tapped Jaylex's shoulder.
"I'm awake," she yawned. "Is that suspender-ed boy still here?" she asked, slipping on her black robe.
"Yes, Madam, he's in the kitchen."
"Great, another thing I don't want to deal with…" she sighed, putting a hand to her forehead. "You're dismissed. I'll get my own breakfast."
"Lunch Madam, it's noon."
"Well, lunch then."
"Miss Jaylex, Kenneth called to remind you about the dinner interview…"
"Alright, 6:00?"
"Yes Madam."
"You may leave."
Willum left the room without another word.
"How best to deal with the problem downstairs…" she thought aloud intently.
" 'Bout time youse woke up."
"What's that supposed to mean? Normal, well, Non-Newsie people anyway, don't wake up at 10:00..."
"7:30," Spot interrupted, correcting her.
"Fine, 7:30 in the morning."
"Ise used to gettin' up early to deliva' me papes."
"You're not a Newsie."
"Youse don't know nuttin'."
"Look. Just tell me the friggin' truth."
"Ise is."
"Prove it."
"How?"
"Well, for starters, tell me your real name. I know for a fact that no one would name their kid Spot unless they had weird dog fetishes or something."
"I ain't telling' youse my real name."
"Fine then, Doggy-Boy…"
"Gabriel… Gabriel "Spot" Conlon."
"That's more like it."
"I hate youse."
"The feeling's mutual." Jaylex looked at Spot's puzzled face. "Don't hurt yourself trying to think of what mutual means."
Jaylex got up from her chair and headed to the pantry. "You ever eaten Lasagna?" she asked, picking the box off of the shelf.
"What?"
"Never mind, I'll make you eat it anyway."
"Whateva'." Spot sighed, losing interest.
"Well then, Gabriel…"
"Don't call me dat."
"Fine, weirdo. Well then, Spot, until I find out who you really are, you're staying under my close surveillance. If you need me, I'll be up in my room, searching for your family on my computer."
"Ya' what?"
"Computer… please tell me you've heard of computers…"
"Never hoid of a computa'."
"Swell… I'm starting to think that you really are a Newsie."
"Ise is a Newsie."
"Whatever."
Jaylex, after putting the instant lasagna in the microwave, headed up the stairs to her room.
"What's this thing?" Spot asked, five minutes after reaching the top of the stairway, his mouth full of lasagna.
"A computer."
"What's a computa'?
"This thing."
"What's this thing?"
"Grr, look, this is a computer. It can do anything we humans can."
"Can it deliva' papes."
"I don't know what era you've been living in for the past ten years, but newsies don't exist anymore. Everyone either gets it delivered to their house, buys it from a store, or gets it off the Internet."
"No newsies?"
"Nope. The need for newsies disappeared when the need for shoe shiners disappeared."
"No shoe shiners?"
"Nope."
There was a brief silence, as though Spot was trying to figure out the situation. "What's the Internet?" he asked.
"A huge database."
"What's 'dat?"
"The Internet is a huge collection of facts."
"Oh."
"You can access the internet through a computer or cell phone."
"What's a cell phone?" Spot asked. He wasn't really interested, but he liked pushing people to their limits and making them snap.
"A phone that you can take anywhere."
"How does a computa' woik?"
Jaylex, now very pissed off, turned from the computer screen to Spot. "Look, just leave me the hell alone for a while, okay?"
"Okay."
"Thank you."
Spot then left with a smirk.
5:00-Jaylex's Room
Dear Diary,
God, suspender boy is annoying. He won't SHUT UP! All he does is ask, ask, ask. He's like a toddler or something.
Just then, her phone rang.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Heys Jaylex," came Sepher's voice from the other line.
"Leave me alone, you stupid drunk."
"Aw, don't be likes thatsh baby."
Jaylex hung up right when a knock sounded at her door. She opened, revealing Sepher with his cell phone in hand.
"Bitch, don't you ever hang up on me." With that said, he tackled her.
"Get off!" she yelped.
Spot raised an eyebrow as heard Jaylex scream. "What's she screamin' 'bout?" he asked himself as he got up from his bed. He headed down the hallway to her room.
"Get off you bastard," Jaylex screamed again.
"Why don't you just do what you did at the recording studio and use your 'mind' powers."
'Cuz I can't when I'm tired. Couldn't you have attacked me before my workout?' she thought silently.
"Am I interruptin' sumtin'?" Spot asked, leaning against Jaylex's doorway.
"Who're you, squirt?" Sepher asked skeptically.
"Don't call me squirt." Spot raised his cane and promptly hit Sepher upside the head, knocking him out.
"Youse okay?" Spot asked, extending his hand for Jaylex to take.
She grabbed it and he pulled her up. "Yeah." She had been really scared, though she would never admit it. She pushed her hair behind her ears, looking away from Spot. "Thanks."
"No problem. Who's this guy anyway?"
"An Ex-Boyfriend." Jaylex walked to her intercom. "Willum, could you please call Kenneth and ask him to pick up his brother?" she spoke into the speaker.
"Of course, Miss Jaylex."
Spot looked at Jaylex as she sat on her bed an put her face in her hands.
"What's botherin' ya'?"
"Are you asking to annoy or because you really want to know."
"I wanna' know."
"It's personal."
"Are ya' sure?"
She nodded.
'She's diff'rent from that evil goil I met yesta'day,' he thought to himself.
"Hey Spot…"
"Yeah?"
"Could you come with me to the interview?"
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"What's it for?"
"Well, my band is doing a Christmas Gig two months from now at Madison Square Garden, so a magazine wants to interview us for their December edition."
"Your whole band's gonna' be there?" he asked warily.
"Yeah."
"Depends."
"On what?"
"Hey Jaylex, are you okay?" Kenneth asked from the doorway.
Jaylex turned to face Kenneth. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just get him outta' here."
"Gotcha'." Kenneth turned to look at Spot. "Who's this guy?"
"Me name's Spot Conlon."
"Spot?"
"Yeah, Spot. Do ya' have a problem wit' 'dat?"
"No." Kenneth walked over to Jaylex and whispered in her ear. "I need to talk to you."
She nodded and followed him out the door as he carried Sepher.
"Who's that guy?"
"A boarder."
"Why's he boarding."
"It's a very long and complicated story."
Kenneth gave her a "don't try that excuse with me" look.
"I'll explain later. He might be coming to the interview."
"Why?"
"Don't ask. Lately, the only word I've heard is why… or the occasional what or how…"
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
Kenneth sighed. "Ya' know I worry about you, right?"
"I know."
Kenneth patted her on the head as he descended the stairs, holding Sepher over his shoulder. "See ya'."
"Sayonara," she said with a tilt of her head. She turned around and headed back to her room. Spot was looking at the picture on her bedside table. The picture was of the entire band, but Jaylex liked it the most because Kenneth was actually smiling and Sepher wasn't drunk.
"I'll go wit' youse."
"Thanks."
"On one toim." (A/N: Toim is term in case you're confused.)
"And what would that be?"
" 'Dat you fin'ly believe me."
"You mean believe that you're an actual newsie?"
Spot nodded.
"I already believe that. I was searching through your genealogy records. You actually were a newsie…"
"What's…"
"No questions."
"Fine." Spot looked up from the picture. "So, Kenneth is 'dat guy's…"
"Sepher's older brother," she finished.
"An' ya' liked Kenneth?"
That remark brought Jaylex to Earth very quickly. Her "fall" back to Earth also brought blood to her cheeks. "Where'd ya' get that idea?"
"Ise knowse these things."
"Look, I gotta' get ready. So shoo."
"Gone," he said as he exited her room.
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A/N: Next, they go the interview, obviously… oh, and yes, Sepher is an underage drinker… Expect the next chappie… I don't know when.