And guys say that women are complicated. Not near as complicated as guys
are I suppose. A few minutes later I was still no closer to sleep than I
had been before the entire ordeal had happened, I decided that the morning
would be fun.
At Tibby's earlier that night, I had heard stories about Jack not being able to wake up in the morning, they had to pry him with the jaws of death to get him to wake up.
I decided I would just make everyone's lives more easy by helping Jack wake up without having to make everyone's morning hard. I silently slipped out of my bed and tip toed across the room into the washroom.
I searched for a few minutes until I found what I sought for. I picked up a light wooden bucket with a thin metal handle. I then proceeded to turn the water on in the porcelain basin and filled the wooden vessel with frigged cold water.
I then proceeded to walk carefully to Jack's bed, and climbing atop his bunk without spilling a drop, I set it down. Now came the hardest part of my scheme. I had heard Jack was a light sleeper, so it would be quite a challenge to retrieve the rope he kept tied as a belt around his pants.
It's a good thing it's summer...at least he doesn't have any covers that I have to move.
My delicate fingers worked the knot slowly and were near motionless. Oh, curse him for not undressing tonight, why couldn't Jack just have hung it on the bunk? But NOOO! He has to fall asleep with it around his waist...
As soon as the knot was unraveled, I began to slowly pull it free from his belt loops. He began to stir, and I quickly dropped below his sight, onto the cold and hard creaky floor. He mumbled something inaudible and turned completely over onto his stomach.
"Crap!" I breathed. He opened and closed his mouth a few times smacking his lips together and licking them quickly.
I rolled my eyes and walked to the other side where he was facing and knelt down beside him.
Grabbing the freed end and I began to push it through the next loop with the end. It went on like this for another fifteen minutes, me slowly moving the rope through the belt loops, and periodically, Jack turning over and smacking his mouth again, licking his lips.
It worked quite well actually, Jack turning over, for each time I needed to start at the front or the back, he would turn, and I could.
Thankfully, it was only wrapped twice around his waist, so after thirty minutes of my careful work, all was done, and the rope was free.
I clambered softly atop of the bunk where I had set the bucket of glacial cold water, and proceeded to carefully tie the rope to the thin metal handle. Then I carefully slid it to the end where Jack's head was resting.
Tying the other end of the rope to the metal bunk rim tightly, I cautiously lowered it to suspend in the air beside his head. If anyone so much as touched the bunk, the water would spill on Jack's head...oh he would hate me after I did this, nah, he would just be a little perturbed.
Suddenly the grandfather clock in the hallway downstairs rung, and I counted the rings, one, two, three. Oh, goodness. it was three a.m.!
I turned around and began to creep across the pitch black room to my bed, when Jack rolled back over, landing with an thump, and I knew right then, I was in trouble.
The overflowing bucket tipped when his sudden movement disturbed the water. A waterfall of icy water poured down on his head, and an unearthly scream echoed around the room.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Jack screamed loudly, his voice cracked and everyone in the room was up like a bullet, yelling, falling over each other, mass pandemonium.
That is, until a certain Brooklyn parsonage yelled, "Everybody, SHUT UP!" quiet swept the room, except for a shivering Jack, whimpering with cold. Murmurs traveled along the crowed of sleepy newsies, and Colleen came on the scene, thoroughly disturbed from her sleep, and very cranky.
That is, until she saw why, a hand flew to her mouth, the other flew up, and a very pig-like snort came from her mouth as she tried, and failed to stifle her laughter. Spot came into view as he stalked forward, then taking in the hysterical Colleen, and the soaked Jack.
A slight smile dawned his lips, and a chuckle rose in his throat, he muffled it, and became stern, "Everyone go back ta bed! Now!" Immediately, there was a quick rush to their beds, and lamps that had been in the process of being lit, were blown out.
Jack stopped whimpering, and looked at Colleen, distrust and hate dancing in his eyes, "YOU DID THIS!" he yelled at her, pointing a finger.
She gave him a look clearly saying, 'you bastard!' then she said, "Ya stupid idiot! Ya think I'se really dat stupid ta pull a trick like dis twice?"
Jack began to respond, "Jack shut up befoah ya say sometin you'se don mean, or drag ya'self inta deepa crap den you'se already in," Spot said quickly, shutting Jack's mouth instantly.
I knew that the argument would continue between Colleen and Jack much longer, but I could see Spot wasn't up to referee a debate between the two; I cut in, "Actually Jack, it was me..." I spoke up from the shadow I was standing in.
Spot met my eyes and I realized, he had known all along. Colleen looked at me, and a large grin dawned her pale face, "Great job Jade, how did ya tie da knot?! I tried dis too befoah, but da knot undid is'self and so it went off befoah it was supposed ta..." she seemed to have taken an immediate liking to me.
Spot interrupted her, "Colleen, go ta sleep, ya got ya answer, Jack you know who it wus, so go back ta sleep, ALLA YA" he yelled to the room, as many were listening in still.
Colleen flashed me one more heartfelt smile and walked back to her bunk. I went back to my own bunk, and Spot stalked off to his own corner. Jack left to change clothes, and was back in less than two minutes, in clean dry clothes. He jumped on the top of the bunk, and after five more minutes, everyone seemed to be asleep again.
"Good job Jade....you managed to only make yourself MORE awake than before!" I muttered angrily to myself.
However, as soon as I said these words and closed my eyes, I felt an endless spiral of emotion, and was entrapped in sleep before I knew my head had hit the pillow.
At Tibby's earlier that night, I had heard stories about Jack not being able to wake up in the morning, they had to pry him with the jaws of death to get him to wake up.
I decided I would just make everyone's lives more easy by helping Jack wake up without having to make everyone's morning hard. I silently slipped out of my bed and tip toed across the room into the washroom.
I searched for a few minutes until I found what I sought for. I picked up a light wooden bucket with a thin metal handle. I then proceeded to turn the water on in the porcelain basin and filled the wooden vessel with frigged cold water.
I then proceeded to walk carefully to Jack's bed, and climbing atop his bunk without spilling a drop, I set it down. Now came the hardest part of my scheme. I had heard Jack was a light sleeper, so it would be quite a challenge to retrieve the rope he kept tied as a belt around his pants.
It's a good thing it's summer...at least he doesn't have any covers that I have to move.
My delicate fingers worked the knot slowly and were near motionless. Oh, curse him for not undressing tonight, why couldn't Jack just have hung it on the bunk? But NOOO! He has to fall asleep with it around his waist...
As soon as the knot was unraveled, I began to slowly pull it free from his belt loops. He began to stir, and I quickly dropped below his sight, onto the cold and hard creaky floor. He mumbled something inaudible and turned completely over onto his stomach.
"Crap!" I breathed. He opened and closed his mouth a few times smacking his lips together and licking them quickly.
I rolled my eyes and walked to the other side where he was facing and knelt down beside him.
Grabbing the freed end and I began to push it through the next loop with the end. It went on like this for another fifteen minutes, me slowly moving the rope through the belt loops, and periodically, Jack turning over and smacking his mouth again, licking his lips.
It worked quite well actually, Jack turning over, for each time I needed to start at the front or the back, he would turn, and I could.
Thankfully, it was only wrapped twice around his waist, so after thirty minutes of my careful work, all was done, and the rope was free.
I clambered softly atop of the bunk where I had set the bucket of glacial cold water, and proceeded to carefully tie the rope to the thin metal handle. Then I carefully slid it to the end where Jack's head was resting.
Tying the other end of the rope to the metal bunk rim tightly, I cautiously lowered it to suspend in the air beside his head. If anyone so much as touched the bunk, the water would spill on Jack's head...oh he would hate me after I did this, nah, he would just be a little perturbed.
Suddenly the grandfather clock in the hallway downstairs rung, and I counted the rings, one, two, three. Oh, goodness. it was three a.m.!
I turned around and began to creep across the pitch black room to my bed, when Jack rolled back over, landing with an thump, and I knew right then, I was in trouble.
The overflowing bucket tipped when his sudden movement disturbed the water. A waterfall of icy water poured down on his head, and an unearthly scream echoed around the room.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Jack screamed loudly, his voice cracked and everyone in the room was up like a bullet, yelling, falling over each other, mass pandemonium.
That is, until a certain Brooklyn parsonage yelled, "Everybody, SHUT UP!" quiet swept the room, except for a shivering Jack, whimpering with cold. Murmurs traveled along the crowed of sleepy newsies, and Colleen came on the scene, thoroughly disturbed from her sleep, and very cranky.
That is, until she saw why, a hand flew to her mouth, the other flew up, and a very pig-like snort came from her mouth as she tried, and failed to stifle her laughter. Spot came into view as he stalked forward, then taking in the hysterical Colleen, and the soaked Jack.
A slight smile dawned his lips, and a chuckle rose in his throat, he muffled it, and became stern, "Everyone go back ta bed! Now!" Immediately, there was a quick rush to their beds, and lamps that had been in the process of being lit, were blown out.
Jack stopped whimpering, and looked at Colleen, distrust and hate dancing in his eyes, "YOU DID THIS!" he yelled at her, pointing a finger.
She gave him a look clearly saying, 'you bastard!' then she said, "Ya stupid idiot! Ya think I'se really dat stupid ta pull a trick like dis twice?"
Jack began to respond, "Jack shut up befoah ya say sometin you'se don mean, or drag ya'self inta deepa crap den you'se already in," Spot said quickly, shutting Jack's mouth instantly.
I knew that the argument would continue between Colleen and Jack much longer, but I could see Spot wasn't up to referee a debate between the two; I cut in, "Actually Jack, it was me..." I spoke up from the shadow I was standing in.
Spot met my eyes and I realized, he had known all along. Colleen looked at me, and a large grin dawned her pale face, "Great job Jade, how did ya tie da knot?! I tried dis too befoah, but da knot undid is'self and so it went off befoah it was supposed ta..." she seemed to have taken an immediate liking to me.
Spot interrupted her, "Colleen, go ta sleep, ya got ya answer, Jack you know who it wus, so go back ta sleep, ALLA YA" he yelled to the room, as many were listening in still.
Colleen flashed me one more heartfelt smile and walked back to her bunk. I went back to my own bunk, and Spot stalked off to his own corner. Jack left to change clothes, and was back in less than two minutes, in clean dry clothes. He jumped on the top of the bunk, and after five more minutes, everyone seemed to be asleep again.
"Good job Jade....you managed to only make yourself MORE awake than before!" I muttered angrily to myself.
However, as soon as I said these words and closed my eyes, I felt an endless spiral of emotion, and was entrapped in sleep before I knew my head had hit the pillow.