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Then there was my friend, through thick and thin, my sweet comforter about my secret thoughts about Jack. He was my confidant, I told him everything, he was the only civil guy I had met all my life, well Jack had been one, until Sterly had stepped in.
Now here comes your secret lover
She'd be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames
I felt a hard tap on my shoulder and I turned around, it was Sterly. "Blondie move, I have to sit down sometime today you know!" her harsh words attracted stares at me, and I became slowly animated again and sat down next to Jack and Spot. Sterly liked to call me Blondie, to put me down, she held the untrue idea that blonde girls were unintelligible, oh how wrong she was. Her favorite phrase was to say, "Wow, you are an idiot with a capital E!" just wow...
Jack put his arm around me, but at the same time leaned over to give Sterly a hug and I saw his hand wander. I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, and I turned Spot was looking at me intently, a look in his eyes that showed he wasn't all that happy to see Sterly and Jack all over each other. I gave him a small faked smile, I had practiced that smile so many times, people actually thought I was happy sometimes. Spot however, always saw right through it, and he normally scowled when he saw it, he knew it meant I was in a bad mood.
But then, when your boyfriend that you've been with for two years is putting his hands over some whore, you might get a little touchy. The whore part was true, she was. She had been with almost every boy in the Lodging house before I appeared on the scene. I had heard some very vivid stories about one in particular.
Spot and Sterly.
She was his first girlfriend, and she broke his young and vibrant heart. He was at the ripe age of fifteen, he was a newly orphaned kid, strong, but he was very quiet. She mystified him, and soon had him wrapped around her slim and pale fingers that she was putting on Jack right now.
Well three months into the newly budded relationship, she walks in the Brooklyn house with some Harlem newsie all over her. She had obviously had a few drinks but she was not drunk, and the guy was sent to escort her back to Brooklyn, her home.
Well to make a long story short, Spot woke up in the morning to find Sterly and this boy on a bed together, not completely covered to say the most. It broke his heart, and after that, he steeled himself.
He turned into Sterly, or at least embodied her morals. He had been with a different girl every three weeks, without fail, of course none of the girls he dated knew the story, and had no way of knowing why he was dating them to begin with. He never crossed that
They were all alike in some way, they didn't look the same, but they certainly acted the same, fawning over him like he was some idol. Which let's face it, to New York, he was an idol, at least to the newsies and adolescents of the street. He was their pillar of strength, the reason so many tried for the top, was because they aspired to have the same influence he had had on so many others.
Spot didn't mean to break hearts, or maybe he did. Perhaps he was trying to fill the empty hole Sterly had left in him.
He watched Jack and Sterly with unchanged emotion floating in his eyes, regret.
After he saw Sterly and the unknown newsie together, he had fled Brooklyn, and ran nowhere and anywhere he could, along the way, he ran into me. The clumsy shop manager's daughter who was trying to sweep in front of the small tidy shop. The first time I saw him, he had tears in his eyes.
I couldn't help but try and help. A guy who is crying just kills my heart, and I cant help but try to make his life better. When he first saw me, I don't know what he was thinking, but he let me help him. He let me comfort him, maybe I was the only one who cared, or maybe its just that kind strangers are the saviors of the down trodden.
I invited him to come into the shop for something to eat, by the time I had found him, it had been two days since he had started walking and stopped living his life. He would not eat anything the first time I offered, but responded with a question, "Why would you'se be so willin ta help a stranga like me?" I told him that there was not a person on this earth that would let him become this desolate if he let them help. He gave me a quizzical look and took the break I offered. I was fourteen then, young, stupid filled with questions and had astronomical ideas about love. Wildly outrageous ideas of how wonderful love would be.
Now, in my sixteenth year, I've learned, it's a kick in the ass that never goes away.
Jack taught me how wonderful the beginning could be, and then he ruined it. Well maybe I should blame Sterly; she ruined him, therefore ruining me.
I saw Spot on and off for a year, he would come to the shop on holidays, with a free paper. I would give him a free cup of tea, or coffee, really just anything that was fresh and hot. Then when my parents died, I saw him a lot more. I would go and stay at the Brooklyn Lodging house, I was not a newsie, I just stayed there, Spot made sure I was paid for, so I lived there free.
He was my best friend I guess you could say, there really wasn't much more you could say. I have seen him go through more girls than most guys in that house have gone through in a year than he does in a week. He is committed though, when he's with a girl, he is with her. He has never cheated, if there was one thing Spot hated more than Sterly's mystery man, it was unfaithful people.
He once kicked out a boy for kissing another girl before breaking it off with his previous girlfriend. I guess you could say that she traumatized him, and she did, she really did. More than she could even have predicted, I'm sure she didn't even realize he would see them in the morning, all over each other, in the same bed, which at this day and age, is completely abhorred. She was a whore the second she kissed another guy.
Shaking my head of the memories, I took another look at the situation at hand. Jack was nestling close to Sterly, and she was soaking it up. Jack seemed to notice me there suddenly, and just as suddenly, kicked Sterly away and held me close, arms around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder... he was a great pillow. Sighing I closed my eyes, selling that early had to be against the law or something, it wiped me out every time.
Everyone knew I wasn't a morning person, and stayed out of my way in the morning. Sterly learned that the hard way, she had the mistaken idea that I would be happy if she poured ice-freezing water on my head to wake me up.
I was not amused.
Ten minutes of her screaming left everyone in the room horrified as the looked at the bite and nail marks on her arms.
I was vicious in the morning.
There had been small amounts of red hair piles on the ground. Sterly since then had learned to avoid me in the morning. That is how I got my nickname, Snapper. Everyone called me Snap though it was easier to say, and not as long, eventually it was just shortened. Only Spot called me by my real name, he was the only one who really knew it. I bit people sometimes. It was a mechanism of defense, and I could not really help it. What can I say? Ten years with a dog in a shop as your best companion and you will pick up a few habits, mine just happened to be a tendency to bite and not play fair in a fight.
Jack put his head on top of mine, and I delved further down memory lane.
It had been five months since my parents untimely death, and the awkward move into the Brooklyn house. Most of the older guys had adopted me as a younger sister, so I wasn't alone. Only Spot had been a true friend, the rest were just over protective brothers, always worried I was going to get hurt. Don't get me wrong, it was great having others care for me, but when they are always telling you, that you cant go out somewhere because it wasn't suitable for a girl to go there, you'll get a wee bit mad.
Spot often helped me sneak out after they had left, and we would go to the docks or such, he never really left my side when I was in Brooklyn. Except in the morning when he had to sell his papers. Then I was on my own, I worked in a small sewing shop that was near the Lodging house, and so I never was very far from the boys.
When I fist saw Jack, I couldn't believe my eyes, he was... Amazing.
His bright hazel eyes, that changed color every few minutes entranced me often, and sometimes I just found myself staring, at him. His hair was always falling in his eyes, falling accidentally across his forehead, and all I could do was sit and stare.
Then there was my friend, through thick and thin, my sweet comforter about my secret thoughts about Jack. He was my confidant, I told him everything, he was the only civil guy I had met all my life, well Jack had been one, until Sterly had stepped in.
Now here comes your secret lover
She'd be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames
I felt a hard tap on my shoulder and I turned around, it was Sterly. "Blondie move, I have to sit down sometime today you know!" her harsh words attracted stares at me, and I became slowly animated again and sat down next to Jack and Spot. Sterly liked to call me Blondie, to put me down, she held the untrue idea that blonde girls were unintelligible, oh how wrong she was. Her favorite phrase was to say, "Wow, you are an idiot with a capital E!" just wow...
Jack put his arm around me, but at the same time leaned over to give Sterly a hug and I saw his hand wander. I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, and I turned Spot was looking at me intently, a look in his eyes that showed he wasn't all that happy to see Sterly and Jack all over each other. I gave him a small faked smile, I had practiced that smile so many times, people actually thought I was happy sometimes. Spot however, always saw right through it, and he normally scowled when he saw it, he knew it meant I was in a bad mood.
But then, when your boyfriend that you've been with for two years is putting his hands over some whore, you might get a little touchy. The whore part was true, she was. She had been with almost every boy in the Lodging house before I appeared on the scene. I had heard some very vivid stories about one in particular.
Spot and Sterly.
She was his first girlfriend, and she broke his young and vibrant heart. He was at the ripe age of fifteen, he was a newly orphaned kid, strong, but he was very quiet. She mystified him, and soon had him wrapped around her slim and pale fingers that she was putting on Jack right now.
Well three months into the newly budded relationship, she walks in the Brooklyn house with some Harlem newsie all over her. She had obviously had a few drinks but she was not drunk, and the guy was sent to escort her back to Brooklyn, her home.
Well to make a long story short, Spot woke up in the morning to find Sterly and this boy on a bed together, not completely covered to say the most. It broke his heart, and after that, he steeled himself.
He turned into Sterly, or at least embodied her morals. He had been with a different girl every three weeks, without fail, of course none of the girls he dated knew the story, and had no way of knowing why he was dating them to begin with. He never crossed that
They were all alike in some way, they didn't look the same, but they certainly acted the same, fawning over him like he was some idol. Which let's face it, to New York, he was an idol, at least to the newsies and adolescents of the street. He was their pillar of strength, the reason so many tried for the top, was because they aspired to have the same influence he had had on so many others.
Spot didn't mean to break hearts, or maybe he did. Perhaps he was trying to fill the empty hole Sterly had left in him.
He watched Jack and Sterly with unchanged emotion floating in his eyes, regret.
After he saw Sterly and the unknown newsie together, he had fled Brooklyn, and ran nowhere and anywhere he could, along the way, he ran into me. The clumsy shop manager's daughter who was trying to sweep in front of the small tidy shop. The first time I saw him, he had tears in his eyes.
I couldn't help but try and help. A guy who is crying just kills my heart, and I cant help but try to make his life better. When he first saw me, I don't know what he was thinking, but he let me help him. He let me comfort him, maybe I was the only one who cared, or maybe its just that kind strangers are the saviors of the down trodden.
I invited him to come into the shop for something to eat, by the time I had found him, it had been two days since he had started walking and stopped living his life. He would not eat anything the first time I offered, but responded with a question, "Why would you'se be so willin ta help a stranga like me?" I told him that there was not a person on this earth that would let him become this desolate if he let them help. He gave me a quizzical look and took the break I offered. I was fourteen then, young, stupid filled with questions and had astronomical ideas about love. Wildly outrageous ideas of how wonderful love would be.
Now, in my sixteenth year, I've learned, it's a kick in the ass that never goes away.
Jack taught me how wonderful the beginning could be, and then he ruined it. Well maybe I should blame Sterly; she ruined him, therefore ruining me.
I saw Spot on and off for a year, he would come to the shop on holidays, with a free paper. I would give him a free cup of tea, or coffee, really just anything that was fresh and hot. Then when my parents died, I saw him a lot more. I would go and stay at the Brooklyn Lodging house, I was not a newsie, I just stayed there, Spot made sure I was paid for, so I lived there free.
He was my best friend I guess you could say, there really wasn't much more you could say. I have seen him go through more girls than most guys in that house have gone through in a year than he does in a week. He is committed though, when he's with a girl, he is with her. He has never cheated, if there was one thing Spot hated more than Sterly's mystery man, it was unfaithful people.
He once kicked out a boy for kissing another girl before breaking it off with his previous girlfriend. I guess you could say that she traumatized him, and she did, she really did. More than she could even have predicted, I'm sure she didn't even realize he would see them in the morning, all over each other, in the same bed, which at this day and age, is completely abhorred. She was a whore the second she kissed another guy.
Shaking my head of the memories, I took another look at the situation at hand. Jack was nestling close to Sterly, and she was soaking it up. Jack seemed to notice me there suddenly, and just as suddenly, kicked Sterly away and held me close, arms around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder... he was a great pillow. Sighing I closed my eyes, selling that early had to be against the law or something, it wiped me out every time.
Everyone knew I wasn't a morning person, and stayed out of my way in the morning. Sterly learned that the hard way, she had the mistaken idea that I would be happy if she poured ice-freezing water on my head to wake me up.
I was not amused.
Ten minutes of her screaming left everyone in the room horrified as the looked at the bite and nail marks on her arms.
I was vicious in the morning.
There had been small amounts of red hair piles on the ground. Sterly since then had learned to avoid me in the morning. That is how I got my nickname, Snapper. Everyone called me Snap though it was easier to say, and not as long, eventually it was just shortened. Only Spot called me by my real name, he was the only one who really knew it. I bit people sometimes. It was a mechanism of defense, and I could not really help it. What can I say? Ten years with a dog in a shop as your best companion and you will pick up a few habits, mine just happened to be a tendency to bite and not play fair in a fight.
Jack put his head on top of mine, and I delved further down memory lane.
It had been five months since my parents untimely death, and the awkward move into the Brooklyn house. Most of the older guys had adopted me as a younger sister, so I wasn't alone. Only Spot had been a true friend, the rest were just over protective brothers, always worried I was going to get hurt. Don't get me wrong, it was great having others care for me, but when they are always telling you, that you cant go out somewhere because it wasn't suitable for a girl to go there, you'll get a wee bit mad.
Spot often helped me sneak out after they had left, and we would go to the docks or such, he never really left my side when I was in Brooklyn. Except in the morning when he had to sell his papers. Then I was on my own, I worked in a small sewing shop that was near the Lodging house, and so I never was very far from the boys.
When I fist saw Jack, I couldn't believe my eyes, he was... Amazing.
His bright hazel eyes, that changed color every few minutes entranced me often, and sometimes I just found myself staring, at him. His hair was always falling in his eyes, falling accidentally across his forehead, and all I could do was sit and stare.