Disclaimer-You know the drill. I don't own it, Disney does.
A/N-Just so you guys know, this story has nothing to do with 'Broken
Lives,' its complety different! This is dedicated to misfits998 for giving
me the inspiration for it. THANK YOU!
Sara was dancing in circles around the girls' bunkroom and laughing. She was getting married! Spot chose her! Not Mellie! HER! She was so excited she didn't notice the sick feeling in her stomach until she nearly threw up. That's when she sat down. Ace walked in and gave her a perplexed look.'
"What are ya doin?!"
"What's it look like I'm doing, Dillon? I'm dancing!"
"Yeah, to the beat of ya own drum! Psychopath..." He whispered the insult just loud enough to make it funny.
"ACE! You stupid jerk!" She threw a pillow at him and it hit him in the head.
"Ouch!" He laughed and sat down. "So why are ya so happy?"
She giggled furiously and hugged the pillow in her lap tighter. "Spot didn't tell you yet?!"
"Uh...I don't think so. Why? What happened?"
She jumped up and began to do cartwheels around the room, ignoring the dull ache in her abdomen. "Tell me what you think about this...SVC. My new initials!"
Ace thought for a good five minutes while she did cartwheels. "I don't get it. Gimme anuddah clue?"
"Sara Valerie...not Porter."
"Ya changin ya name?! Why are ya doin dat...wait...are you an Spot getting'...married?!"
"YES! We have a winner! I'm getting married! Sara Valerie Conlon. It's a dream come true!" She stopped spinning cartwheels and showed Ace the engagement ring.
"Dat's mom's...wow...I didn't know he still had dat." He pulled a box out of his pocket and showed her another ring. "Its my god-mother's. She died right after my muddah went...uh...crazy."
Sara hugged him. "Hey, don't be sad! You'll make me sad! Be happy Dillon!" She squealed.
Ace laughed. "I am happy! I've got a sistah now! I'm gonna go attack Kyle for not tellin' me sooner okay?"
She nodded. "I wanna help!" They ran out of the room and into Thomas's office where Spot was half-asleep on the desk. Sara jumped over the top and landed on him. He jumped and nearly threw her off him.
"Sara? What da hell was dat?"
"Me attacking you for not telling Ace about us sooner."
Ace was sitting on the desk and staring at his brother. "Yeah, Spot. Why didn't ya tell me?"
Spot groaned. "I just didn't get around ta it. Sorry."
"Oh yeah, sure you didn't," Sara said in a teasing manner. "I'm going to Manhattan to tell Race about it and then I'm going to run around in circles until I collapse from exhaustion because I have to much energy right now."
Spot stared at her with wide eyes. "Sometimes I worry about ya sanity, Sara."
She laughed. "What sanity?"
"Exactly," Ace muttered under his breath. "Ya nevah had any!"
Sara stood up and skipped out of the room, whistling to herself. She made her way out of the Lodging House rather quickly. The boys never bothered her. They were to scared of Spot to even joke with Sara when he, Ace, or Shots wasn't around.
She was greeted at Manhattan like she had never left them. Jack hugged her. "Hey Sara! How's it rollin' back in Brooklyn?"
Sara shrugged. "Fast and wild as usual. We don't have rules like you do. Its kill or be killed, remember?" Then she grinned. "Racetrack around?"
Race stood up from a poker table and came over. "Behind ya smart one."
Sara turned to face him. "Hi to you too." She looked around at the other boys. "Have you got anything I can stand on so they all hear me? I need to scream."
Race lifted her up onto Jack's shoulders. She laughed. "Hey boys!" She screamed. Mush and Blink waved.
"Heya Sara!"
"I've got an announcement!"
Snipeshooter scoffed jokingly. "When don't ya?"
She shot him a look and then flashed the ring at him. He gaped. "Where in hell did ya get dat?"
"Spot gave it to me. Its an engagement ring."
Jack dropped her. "It's a WHAT?!"
"Ouch!" She stood up and dusted herself off, pretending not to worry. "You heard me Jacky-Boy. E-n-g-a-g-e-m-e-n-t R-i-n-g!" She showed it to him. "I'm getting married."
Race's eyes widened. "To Spot Conlon?"
"Yeah. So what? Race, are you mad at me?" She looked hurt.
"No...shocked is what I am. And a little...worried. I mean, he ain't got da best reputation in women Sara. I'm surprised he even lasted dis long wit you."
Sara's eyes flashed and in an angry moment, she grabbed his arm and led him outside. "You can't be mad at me for excepting this Anthony Higgens!"
"I can be whatevah I want Sara PORTER!" He stressed her last name.
She groaned. "I love him and he loves me."
"Ya two stupid kids! How old are ya Sara? 16 maybe 17? Dat makes him 17 or 18."
"I'm seventeen. He's eighteen."
"Ya kids."
"Maybe in body but not in mind. He grew up fending for himself. That makes him more mature than a normal kid. I've been through hell and back again. I know what I'm talking about."
Race clenched his teeth. "Ya bein' a stupid!"
"I am not!"
"Yeah ya are!"
"Its not like I have much of a choice anyway Race!"
"Ya always have a choice."
"Well, what do you want me to do? I think I'm pregnant!"
Race stared in shock and then walked back inside to the Lodging House in silence.
Sara was dancing in circles around the girls' bunkroom and laughing. She was getting married! Spot chose her! Not Mellie! HER! She was so excited she didn't notice the sick feeling in her stomach until she nearly threw up. That's when she sat down. Ace walked in and gave her a perplexed look.'
"What are ya doin?!"
"What's it look like I'm doing, Dillon? I'm dancing!"
"Yeah, to the beat of ya own drum! Psychopath..." He whispered the insult just loud enough to make it funny.
"ACE! You stupid jerk!" She threw a pillow at him and it hit him in the head.
"Ouch!" He laughed and sat down. "So why are ya so happy?"
She giggled furiously and hugged the pillow in her lap tighter. "Spot didn't tell you yet?!"
"Uh...I don't think so. Why? What happened?"
She jumped up and began to do cartwheels around the room, ignoring the dull ache in her abdomen. "Tell me what you think about this...SVC. My new initials!"
Ace thought for a good five minutes while she did cartwheels. "I don't get it. Gimme anuddah clue?"
"Sara Valerie...not Porter."
"Ya changin ya name?! Why are ya doin dat...wait...are you an Spot getting'...married?!"
"YES! We have a winner! I'm getting married! Sara Valerie Conlon. It's a dream come true!" She stopped spinning cartwheels and showed Ace the engagement ring.
"Dat's mom's...wow...I didn't know he still had dat." He pulled a box out of his pocket and showed her another ring. "Its my god-mother's. She died right after my muddah went...uh...crazy."
Sara hugged him. "Hey, don't be sad! You'll make me sad! Be happy Dillon!" She squealed.
Ace laughed. "I am happy! I've got a sistah now! I'm gonna go attack Kyle for not tellin' me sooner okay?"
She nodded. "I wanna help!" They ran out of the room and into Thomas's office where Spot was half-asleep on the desk. Sara jumped over the top and landed on him. He jumped and nearly threw her off him.
"Sara? What da hell was dat?"
"Me attacking you for not telling Ace about us sooner."
Ace was sitting on the desk and staring at his brother. "Yeah, Spot. Why didn't ya tell me?"
Spot groaned. "I just didn't get around ta it. Sorry."
"Oh yeah, sure you didn't," Sara said in a teasing manner. "I'm going to Manhattan to tell Race about it and then I'm going to run around in circles until I collapse from exhaustion because I have to much energy right now."
Spot stared at her with wide eyes. "Sometimes I worry about ya sanity, Sara."
She laughed. "What sanity?"
"Exactly," Ace muttered under his breath. "Ya nevah had any!"
Sara stood up and skipped out of the room, whistling to herself. She made her way out of the Lodging House rather quickly. The boys never bothered her. They were to scared of Spot to even joke with Sara when he, Ace, or Shots wasn't around.
She was greeted at Manhattan like she had never left them. Jack hugged her. "Hey Sara! How's it rollin' back in Brooklyn?"
Sara shrugged. "Fast and wild as usual. We don't have rules like you do. Its kill or be killed, remember?" Then she grinned. "Racetrack around?"
Race stood up from a poker table and came over. "Behind ya smart one."
Sara turned to face him. "Hi to you too." She looked around at the other boys. "Have you got anything I can stand on so they all hear me? I need to scream."
Race lifted her up onto Jack's shoulders. She laughed. "Hey boys!" She screamed. Mush and Blink waved.
"Heya Sara!"
"I've got an announcement!"
Snipeshooter scoffed jokingly. "When don't ya?"
She shot him a look and then flashed the ring at him. He gaped. "Where in hell did ya get dat?"
"Spot gave it to me. Its an engagement ring."
Jack dropped her. "It's a WHAT?!"
"Ouch!" She stood up and dusted herself off, pretending not to worry. "You heard me Jacky-Boy. E-n-g-a-g-e-m-e-n-t R-i-n-g!" She showed it to him. "I'm getting married."
Race's eyes widened. "To Spot Conlon?"
"Yeah. So what? Race, are you mad at me?" She looked hurt.
"No...shocked is what I am. And a little...worried. I mean, he ain't got da best reputation in women Sara. I'm surprised he even lasted dis long wit you."
Sara's eyes flashed and in an angry moment, she grabbed his arm and led him outside. "You can't be mad at me for excepting this Anthony Higgens!"
"I can be whatevah I want Sara PORTER!" He stressed her last name.
She groaned. "I love him and he loves me."
"Ya two stupid kids! How old are ya Sara? 16 maybe 17? Dat makes him 17 or 18."
"I'm seventeen. He's eighteen."
"Ya kids."
"Maybe in body but not in mind. He grew up fending for himself. That makes him more mature than a normal kid. I've been through hell and back again. I know what I'm talking about."
Race clenched his teeth. "Ya bein' a stupid!"
"I am not!"
"Yeah ya are!"
"Its not like I have much of a choice anyway Race!"
"Ya always have a choice."
"Well, what do you want me to do? I think I'm pregnant!"
Race stared in shock and then walked back inside to the Lodging House in silence.