Author's Note: Ok guys here it is…chapter three. I know it took a really long time to update and I've had it written forever but chapter four is not even started yet and that's why I haven't updated this because it's going to be a loooooonnnnnnngggg time before chapter four. I actually like this chapter (I know it's crazy!) so I hope you guys like it too.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Newsies, not even just one. I've asked Disney to share but they didn't want to. Also all of the other characters in this fic are really people, so I don't own them either…or so they think. And Footloose is a real Broadway musical and it has really, really great music if you haven't heard it I suggest you take a listen, and oh yeah I don't own that either.
Chapter 3: Rehearsal Follies
"Come on you guys, you have to come with me this afternoon!" KP begged her friends, "I'm the only girl at rehearsal and it's the first day and the Delancy brothers are going to be there!"
"I don't know…I don't really feel like staying after school," Fifi said. The other girls nodded in agreement.
KP looked down at the table sadly and resumed munching on her traditional piece of bread slowly in order to make them feel guilty.
Laney was the first to break, "I'll stay after and watch rehearsal," she said in a defeated tone; one by one the girls broke down and agreed to stay. KP grinned widely and changed the subject before they had a chance to change their minds.
"Specs! You aren't honestly going to leave me stranded with a whole bunch of kids I don't know for whole afternoon, are you?"
"I was seriously thinking about it, yes."
"Come on! I tried out and got in and you promised me you wouldn't leave me by myself! I sang a love song to you!" Dutchy giggled half-heartedly at the last comment, feeling slightly awkward knowing that he didn't mind singing a love song with Specs, 'It must be because we are such good friends,' he thought, 'I mean I obviously don't love the guy—he's a guy for crying out loud!'
"—Alright," Specs broke Dutchy's train of thought.
"Huh?" he asked, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion.
"Alright, I'll go with you this afternoon, if you really, really want me to."
"I DO!" Dutchy said quickly, "thanks!"
"So, ya boys are comin' ta practice taday, right?"
"Uh…no!"
"What? A'course ya are, why wouldn't ya?"
"Because we don't have rehearsal, genius," Race retorted, a smirk on his face.
"So...?"
"Sorry Jack, but I don' feel like it taday."
"Well ya goin' and dat's dat!"
Mush nodded, knowing he wasn't going to get out of it, but Race wasn't going down with out a fight. "Why would I go? Dere's nothin' ta do dere and I don' feel like bein' bored all—" and with that KP walked by, followed closely by Fifi and Randy who were talking about the best way to beat someone up if they were bigger than you, Alanna and Rachel conversing about the color Alanna used on her hair, and last but not least Laney and Lindsey, their conversation catching Race's interest the most.
"How does KP continuously get us to do things we don't really want to do?!" Laney asked with a slight smile of amusement.
"I think it's 'cause she's sooo cute!" Lindsey answered sincerely with a grin and an extra bounce in her step.
"I think it's 'cause she knows how to guilt trip us, but either way we're going to rehearsal this afternoon. She didn't even have to ask me three times, that's ridiculous. Do you think other people will be there, like—" but the rest of her words were unheard, as Laney had gotten too far away and her voice was drowned out by the dull roar of the rest of the students in the cafeteria.
"Ok, I guess I'll go dis aftahnoon," Race said in a mock-defeated tone, "but ya owe me big time."
"Great!" Jack exclaimed, not reading into Race's sudden change of heart, as he hadn't heard any of the conversations because he had been trying to get KP to make eye-contact with him. Unfortunately she had been in her own little world as always.
Jack looked around
the table for something to throw away; he needed an excuse to get up.
Mush picked his half-eaten piece of a pizza off his plate and Jack saw an
opening, "Ya done wid dis, right Mushy?" he asked, taking it and walking
away quickly without waiting for an answer from Mush.
"Hey, KP!" Jack said, pretending to be surprised to see her.
"Oh…" KP said nonchalantly, "hi."
"So how ya doin' taday?"
"Fine," she replied, not thinking to ask how he was. It seemed to Jack like there was something on her mind, but there was no way he could ask her, he didn't know her well enough…yet.
"So…uh…Since we're gonna be blockin' one of our scenes tahnight, I thought maybe we could run lines and block da talkin' part of da scene aftah rehearsal."
"Yeah…ok," KP agreed with a smile
"Right den, dis aftahnoon right aftah rehearsal?"
"It's a date," KP confirmed with a warm smile.
Jack looked at her in amazement, 'Wow, dat was easy,' he thought happily.
"—and by date I mean we should get it done as soon as possible so I'm glad you suggested it," she said, adding another smile before turning around and walking out the cafeteria door.
'Damn,' he thought, aggravated, 'tonight…I'll land her tonight,' and with that he turned and walked back to his table, Mush's plate still in hand.
Almost everyone in the cast was in the auditorium despite the fact that only five of them had to be there. The girls and the boys were scattered about the auditorium, neither group making it a point to talk to the other.
"I'll be right back," Laney said to whoever was around her and listening, "I have to grab my CD player out of my bag." She walked down the center aisle, toward her bag, rested in the front row.
"Hey sweet-face," a voice came from behind her.
"What do you want, Oscar?" Laney sighed, turning to face him. KP had told her all about the previous day's events.
"Well isn't it obvious?" he asked, taking her arm and pulling her toward him harshly, in much the same fashion as he had done to KP the day before.
"Get off me," she said calmly, pushing on his chest with all her strength to get him to loosen his grip.
Race, Jack, and Spot saw the exchange between the two and started to go help, Racetrack fuming mad. KP, however, was one step ahead of them.
"Hey, Laney?" She said waking up to them calmly, "Can I talk to you a minute? It's kinda important."
"Hey, Morris, looks like we got a girl for you, too," Oscar said, moistening his lips with his tongue. Morris walked up and took hold of KP in a brutal grip, much like his brother's. KP looked at Laney and nodded with a smile, Laney nodded back with a smile of her own. They both turned to their respective captors and kissed them. Jack, Spot, and Race looked away in disgust.
'How could I have evah liked a goil like dat?' Race thought, extremely upset and feeling like he was going to throw up.
'How could she!?' ran through Jack's head, 'Me and Spot need ta pick a new goil, or Spot wins da bet. I ain't kissin' dat hussy!'
'What's she up to?' Spot questioned. 'She is too smaht ta do somethin' like dat without a plan. Yesterday she was tryin' ta get away from Oscah, dere's no way dat she would be willin' ta date Morris.'
KP reached down and hooked her fingers into Morris, once she had a firm grip, holding him in place; her knee came up quickly and connected with his groin. Morris screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. As soon as Oscar heard his brother's cry of pain he broke the kiss he had with Laney and turned around. This was what Laney was hoping he would do, and she swiftly stuck her foot between his legs, hooking it on his ankle. As she pulled her foot back in one fluid motion, Oscar lost his balance and fell to his stomach, hitting his head on the hard floor of the auditorium. She stepped on his back in order to get over him to KP, who had smacked Morris one last time where he lay, and stood up. The girls gave each other a high-five, and a devilish smile before continuing down the center aisle, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Dutchy, did you see that!?" Specs pointed and the boys still lying on the floor as his eyes followed the girls that were now walking in his direction.
"Yeah, that was pretty cool," Dutchy answered, his eyes also following the nearing girls.
"We should introduce ourselves!" Specs suggested excitedly.
"I don't know, Specs, why don't we just—"
"Hey, that thing you just did there was totally awesome!" Specs called to the girls, standing up and walking over to them.
"Come on, Specs! Where are you…come back…awww, never mind," Dutchy finally gave up, realizing that Specs wasn't coming back, and decided to follow him.
"There you are, Dutchy," Specs turned to acknowledge his friends arrival. "This is KP and Laney," he pointed to the girls as he said their names.
"H-hi," Dutchy said shyly. The girl smiled and waved.
"Congrats on making the lead," Specs said, turning his attention to KP. She smiled and nodded in appreciation.
"Congratulations to you guys as well," Laney said sweetly, "Your audition was…uh…entertaining to say the least." The four laughed at the not so distant memory.
"Looks like we're going to be working together today," KP spoke, turning the focus to Dutchy.
"Uhhh…yeah…I—I guess so," Dutchy answered, not used to all the attention the girls were giving him.
"So, are you guys going ou—" KP started to ask but was cut off.
"Ok
children—oh my lord, look at all of you!" Medda stared at the sixteen
actors; she had been expecting six. "Anyway, we will start today with
'Almost Paradise' as it seems Oscar and Morris are unable to join us on the
stage at this point in the rehearsal."
Everybody laughed, and KP and Laney looked at the floor a little embarrassed
but extremely satisfied with their work.
"So, Jack, KP, I could use you two on stage, thank you." KP and Jack prepared to go up on the stage as everybody else found seats around the auditorium.
Rachel, Randy, Alanna, Fifi, and Lindsey were standing in the second row on the left, getting ready to take their seats, when they heard: "Rachel! Hey, Rachel, over here!" Rachel turned to see David sitting a couple rows back on the right side of the auditorium, trying to get her attention. "Come sit here next to me!"
"Ok!" Rachel exclaimed in mock-excitement as she sat down in her own chair between Lindsey and Fifi, laughing.
KP said her good-byes and nice-to-meet-yous to Laney, Dutchy, and Specs, grabbed her script, and walked up on the stage to where Jack and Medda were already waiting for her. Laney looked around for the spot where her friends had chosen to sit. Upon catching sight of them, she said good-bye to Dutchy and Specs and headed up the aisle, only to be stopped by a familiar voice.
"I didn't know you was gonna be heah," Race lied through his teeth.
"Yeah, I guess you could say KP talked me into it."
"Jack did da same ta me," he smiled, "how do dey do dat?" he asked her, remembering the conversation he had over-heard at lunch earlier that afternoon.
"I don't know, I was actually just talking to Lindsey about this today," Laney informed him, a little taken aback by the similarity in thoughts.
"Ok, KP and Jack, this is where you two fall in love."
Jack took KP's hand in his when he heard that they were in love, 'Perfect' he thought 'I'll just play off this scene…man this is way too eas—' his thoughts were broken when KP let go of his hand immediately.
"Uhhh, Jack? She means our characters are falling in love…not us," KP informed him with a slight smirk.
"Right." Jack said, wiping his hand on his pant leg, 'Damn this is gonna be harder than I thought.'
Upon hearing Medda's voice, Laney and Race took seats together in the front row on the left of the auditorium. "Haha, I've known KP for four years now and been her best friend for three of them and she's never been in love," Laney informed Race, referring to the interaction between Jack and KP with a slight giggle. "She doesn't even believe in love."
"What about you?" Race asked hopefully.
'Uh-oh, what should I say?!' Laney thought. 'He's looking at me, expecting an answer; I should just tell him the truth and say no. I can't tell him the truth! What if he doesn't like me if I answer no? But I don't want to scare him away if I say yes, so then what do I say?'
"Uh what?" she finally spoke. 'Ha, bought some time...'
"Do ya believe in love?" Race asked again patiently.
'Damn, I was hoping he would just tell me to forget it and change the subject. Why didn't he change the subject!? Now I'm back where I started…ok, Laney...think…it has to be an answer that he can take either way so he can hear what he wants to hear…I've got it!'
"I don't know, maybe."
"Oh," Race answered, turning his attention back to the stage.
'Oh? All he said was 'oh' — what does he mean by that?! Does he like me or not? I should just ask him, but he's gonna say he doesn't and then give me the pity look…hate the pity look...I'll just wait things out and see what happens.'
"Since there's just the two of you in this scene, I would like to see you act it out how you want to so I can get an idea of how you want the scene to work. If I see that there are any major flaws, or I absolutely hate it, I will make changes as I see fit. So do what you feel is right, tap into your characters energy and we'll go from there." KP and Jack gave a small nod telling Medda that they understood the instructions. "SOUND THE PIANO!" Medda screamed, making everyone jump at the unexpected outburst.
Jack started the familiar song happily, looking into KP's eyes. 'Wow, he has really great eyes,' KP thought, 'I didn't know eyes could be that color.' The two maneuvered their way around each other, acting out their own parts.
Dutchy looked at Specs, watching the two on stage, 'I should tell him that I had fun singing this with him yesterday...but I can't do it! What if he takes it the wrong way? But...isn't that the way I want him to take it? NO! Ew, that's gross…I would never want him to take it the wrong way…but then why would I tell him that I had fun singing a love song with him if I wanted him to take it the right way? Who says there's a wrong way or a right way? I'm going to te—not tell hi—'
"Hey, Dutchy, I had fun singing this with you yesterday," Specs said, interrupting Dutchy's thoughts. "We should sing together more often."
'Maybe he does like me in that way,' Dutchy continued in his thoughts. 'Wow, maybe I should tell him that I like him, maybe he's waiting for me to say som—'once again his thoughts were interrupted by Specs.
"KP and Laney seemed really nice, huh?"
"Yeah, they were nice," Dutchy answered offhandedly.
"Maybe we could double with them sometime, huh?" Specs suggested with a large, excited grin. "I'll talk to them later if you want."
"I don't know Specs, I don't think I want to date either of them even though they are pretty nice. I just kinda thought I might like someone else…and that someone could possibly be—"
"Oh, just a second, Dutchy. This is my favorite part of the song," Specs waved his hands excitedly and turned his attention back to the stage.
'Great,' Dutchy thought sadly, turning his attention back to the stage as well.
"Closer everyday, Almost Paradise! We're knockin' on heaven's door. Almost Paradise, how could we ask for more," Jack and KP sang, nearing the end of the song. "I swear that I can see forever in your eyes," they looked at each other.
"Paradise," Jack, getting an idea, took KP's hands in his, KP willingly held on trusting Jack's judgment.
"Paradise," he placed her hands on his shoulders knowing exactly what he was going to do.
"Par-a-dise," they sang the final word and Jack placed his own hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
During the final chords of the piano, Jack leaned forward with the intent of a kiss. Upon seeing this, the crowd of students and onlookers grew quiet, the same thing running through everybody's minds. Spot, having watched the whole scene, leaned forward in his seat in anticipation. Laney grabbed Race's arm nervously, "Don't let him do it, don't let him do it," she whispered over and over. Race looked from Laney's hand to her face and back with a huge grin.
Right before their lips met, KP turned her head, Jack's lips reaching the middle of her cheek.
'Oh thank god,' Laney thought with a sigh, still not loosening her grasp on Race's arm. She knew that, had KP let Jack kiss her, even if it was just a stage kiss, KP would regret it later.
The crowed of students cheered wildly while Jack and KP held their position in a freeze on the stage before breaking apart, 'Wow, I was totally lost in that music,' KP thought a little nervously, but covering her feelings nicely with a wide grin, a graceful bow, and a silly face. She had never been the type to act all lovey-dovey; love was just a game that she played to get what she wanted. However, now that she was put in a position in which she had to be someone that truly believed in love, she didn't quite know what to do, or how to do it.
Laney, finally convincing herself that KP was back in her right state of mind, had now glanced down at where her hand rested in the steel grip on Race's arm, 'How did that get there?' she thought. 'Oh shit! I'm touching his arm!' She swiftly pulled her hand away in shock. Race, who was rather enjoying the placement of her hand, looked at her questioningly. 'Oh god, now I have to do something so it doesn't look I didn't want to be touching him!' she thought quickly. "I thought that…uh…I…um…I had a really bad…uh…itch!" she used the only thing that came to her mind.
"Oh…" Race answered simply.
'Why is he so detached? That's so annoying, I want to be able to see where he's at, how he feels and he just won't let me…everyone lets me…I'm Laney!' she thought, slightly annoyed.
"That was wonderful!" Medda exclaimed excitedly. "Are you two feeling comfortable with that?"
KP looked at Jack, who looked back; she quickly broke the exchange, still feeling uncomfortable with the previous closeness that they had shared.
"Yeah, sure," they both answered after pausing a little longer to think about it.
"Ok, good, we can move on now to the other scene I wanted to run today," she answered excitedly, completely oblivious to the awkwardness that KP was feeling. "Could the people in 'The Girl Gets Around' please prepare for the scene and come up on stage?"
KP turned to jump off the stage to get her water bottle. The real reason she wanted to get off the stage was she wanted to get away from Jack as quickly as possible so she wouldn't have to talk to him anymore. She didn't have any feelings for him, she knew that much, but he had managed to sweep her off her feet using nothing but his charm during the last song, and she didn't like the uneasy feeling it gave her. So her answer to the problem, as it is in any problem having to do with attraction, was to run away.
Unfortunately. Jack didn't give her the chance to do that. He grabbed her arm right before she jumped and pulled her close to him, "Are we still on for tonight?" he whispered in her ear suggestively.
"Uhh…what?" she said trying to maintain composure.
"Running lines, remember?"
"Yeah…sure…whatever," she said quietly, shaking her head as if to rid it of all it's thoughts before pulling gently away to join Spot and Dutchy on the other side of the stage.
Jack smirked, "I got her," he said to himself, "I've got her good. Sorry Spotty-Boy but all's fair in love and war…and dis is both." He jumped of the stage and took a seat next to Specs in order to keep an eye on things regarding KP and Spot.
'I wonder what Jack said to KP,' Laney thought suspiciously. 'She looked uncomfortable. It couldn't have been anything good. I'll have to ask her about it la—'
But her mental note, not being finished, was forgotten when Racetrack interrupted her, "So…do you think this scene is going to be any good?" he asked. Laney knew he was just trying to make conversation, but she didn't mind too much.
"Knowing KP…it could go either way," Laney said with a giggle, "she gets distracted really easily, like one time I was trying to help her study for bio midterms and she could just not pay attention. I would ask her something and she kept bringing up the dog that was on the other side of the street…I don't know how she makes it through her school day…oh wait, yes I do…she brings toys to occupy herself and she harasses the teachers with Fifi." She laughed again, thinking of chemistry class and poor Mr. C. "Oh, and then there was this one time that—" she looked at Racetrack and stopped abruptly, "sorry, I think I'm talking too much."
'Shit…shit…shit…why do I do that? Why can't I keep my mouth shut? He must hate me, or think that I'm boring because I have to tell KP stories to sound interesting. Well he asked so if he didn't want me to go through all that he should have known better. Wait, what am I saying? He shouldn't have known better, I should have known better and what am I doing hanging out with—'
"No, I like hearin' dose kinds a stories. It sounds like you an' KP are pretty good friends, huh?"
"Best of," Laney smiled at the thoughts of other adventures they had been on over the four years of close friendship.
"That must be nice. I've got friends, but not many stories…" he said, trying to think of some anyway.
"Oh, you have plenty of stories, Señor Higgins…plenty of stories."
"How would you know, Itey?" Race asked, vaguely amused. "Ya haven't been stalking me again, have ya?"
"Uhhh…" Itey glanced left and then right before laughing menacingly.
"Hey, Itey!" Itey stopped laughing long enough to pay attention to Laney, and she continued in mock worry, "Where's Quimby?!"
Itey glanced left and then right again, but this time his behavior was that of a frantic manner. When he confirmed that she was nowhere to be seen nor heard from, he dropped to his knees dramatically, "QUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMBBBBBYYYYYYYY!" he shouted shrilly at the top of his lungs, tears brimming his eyes.
Laney, feeling guilty about upsetting him as much as she did, stood up and shouted clearly, "BOOOWOOOP!"
"BOOWOOOP!" a small voice came from the light booth.
"She's in the light both, Itey," Laney said, turning and taking her seat next to Racetrack once again. "Don't ask," she said, seeing the look of unmasked shock on Race's face. "So apparently you do have stories," she coaxed him.
"Well, none that I can think of," he said, quickly changing the subject.
'Crap, he has stories and he's not going to share them with me, I bet it's because he doesn't trust me to not tell them. But I wouldn't tell…ok, maybe I'd tell KP but no one after that. Do I not seem like a trustworthy person? Lots of people trust me, and when I say lots I mean lots, like everybody. Well, apparently not everybody. I bet he doesn't even like me as a friend, I bet he's just trying to get me to help him get with someone pretty like Rachel, or cute like Lindsey, or smart like Alanna, or tough like Randy. What have I got to offer? Nothing...absolutely nothing except stupid stories about KP.'
KP watched Racetrack talk to Laney from her spot on the stage. They were still waiting for Oscar and Morris to make their way from the back of the auditorium to the stage. She laughed when she saw the two. She knew Racetrack was talking about something and nothing all at the same time, and she also knew that Laney wasn't hearing a word of it.
"What are you laughing at?" Spot asked, looking in the same general direction as KP and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Jack and Specs talking, Race hitting on some girl that hung out with KP, the girls talking about cute boys, make-up, llamas, and whatever else popped into their weird brains, and David watching Rachel through the binoculars he brought to school with him everyday.
"I'm laughing at Laney…let's see…right now she's thinking about how she has nothing to offer anyone, which is a complete lie, and the one thing she does have to offer is the totally awesome adventures we have and she thinks that those are purely me which is also the biggest lie on the face of the earth, she and Fifi are the only two on the planet that are crazy enough to not only follow me blindly into my crazy adventures, but make a bunch up of their own."
"How do you know that's what she's thinkin'," he asked critically.
"We have ESPN," she said with a smile.
"I have ESPN," he said, not understanding how having a sports channel on her home TV would help her know what Laney was thinking.
"No, trust me, you don't..." but before she got a chance to explain, Medda started speaking again.
"Ok, we are going to do a few lines leading up to the song for this scene. Oscar, you take upstage right, Spot, you are going to follow KP on in center left and be followed by Morris and Dutchy. Morris, walk upstage of Dutchy, I want Dutchy to be seen better, especially because of those bruises. Dutchy, you sing the top, it's more fun dear; Morris you can sing the bottom." All of the students nodded in understanding at the long directions and took their places. "Right, KP, you walk in and ignore Spot, who's trying to get your attention."
"That shouldn't be a problem," KP said jokingly.
"You'd be surprised," Spot retorted suggestively with a wink.
"Oscar," Medda continued, oblivious to the exchange, "you say your line when they hit center stage. I think, that since the last scene went so well, and there are just the few of you, that I'm going to do the same thing that I did the last scene and let you guys run with it, do what you feel is right for your character. And ACTION!" she shouted.
The students looked at her as if she had grown another head, "Oh, I've just always wanted to say that," she explained sheepishly before backing off the stage with a nervous laugh.
KP walked in, in full character and Oscar started his lines, "Hey, Cranston, what are you doin' with the preacher's daughter?"
"Anything that I want!" Spot sang confidently. He stopped center stage, Dutchy and Morris stood a little behind him and smirked. KP continued walking slowly towards downstage right.
"Oh yeah, what does she get out of it?" Oscar continued, asking the question suggestively, licking his lips and looking at her instead of at Spot.
"Everything that she needs!" Spot sang again, the jump from himself to his character was not a big one, and he did it with ease.
At his last line, KP stopped and turned around swiftly, her pony tail whipping around her head, "Like you'd know," she said in a self-satisfied tone, directing her comment towards Spot. That's when the song really kicked in.
"Well she'd like you to think she was born yesterday, with her innocent looks and her little town way, when she's smilin' at me she's got angels in her eyes," Spot sang moving slowly downstage, in her direction.
"But I've seen how she moves and this girl really cooks! She taught me some tricks you can't learn in books and I'm startin' to think she's a devil in disguise." He sang circling her like a shark stalking its prey. At this point, Dutchy and Morris jumped in from their position center stage and Spot decided that he should make his way back over to them.
"The girl gets around," the two boys sang.
"She knows what she likes," Spot replied, turning in KP's direction to make suggestive movements from where he stood on the stage.
"I've got what she needs," the boys chimed in once again, mimicking Spots movements.
"Wait 'till tonight," Spot said, thrusting smoothly.
KP felt herself drifting away again but this time it was more noticeable and she had other things on stage to distract her. She wasn't sure if she would have been able to turn her head away had it been Spot singing the previous song on stage with her. That scared her even more. 'Ok,' she thought, 'now that I know what happens I'll have to be more careful, that's all.'
"The girl gets around, around, around, around, around, around," Spot sang walking, once again, over to KP who held her location downstage right, 'This is more like it,' she thought in reflection of the last song, slipping more and more into the rebellious side of her character. She faced Spot and mouthed the words 'fall back' and he gave a slight nod acknowledging her instruction while he continued singing.
"Good god this girl gets around!" and with that final word she pushed him back gently and he fell on his back. She grinned before starting her part of the song.
"Yeah he likes to pretend he's a man among men, but with his hands in his pockets he can't count to ten," she sang, stepping on his chest in order to get by him. As soon as she was over him he sat up and watched her from his seated position on the floor.
"Don't worry baby, your secrets safe with me," she continued, blowing a kiss at him, before winking.
"BUSTED!" Morris and Dutchy laughed at the offense. At this Spot stood up and followed KP as she continued.
"And he bores me to tears with his beers and his bikes but I keep him around cause when temptation strikes," by this time Spot had caught up to KP and she turned to him, "I've got the motor," she turned around again, her back to his front and slid down singing the next lines, "he's got the key."
"Wow!" Specs exclaimed, turning to Jack, "They've got great chemistry up there, don't they? Medda did a great job!"
"Yeah…chemistry…great job," Jack mumbled a little annoyed that all of his efforts had been minimized and he was back to square one.
When KP finished her last line she stood as the boys chimed in with the chorus, "The girl gets around!"
"She knows what she likes!" Spot sang loudly, facing her and backing away.
"Uh! Knows what she likes!"
"I got what she (you) need(s)," they sang their respective parts, KP slowly moving towards Spot as he was still backing away, feeling the power surge through her body.
"Wait 'till tonight!" Spot sang out.
"Maybe tonight!" KP replied as she advanced forward.
"We'll both make our moves," KP put her hands and Spots shoulders and he placed his own on her waist. They were in much the same position that KP and Jack had been in earlier, except this was more raw, more sexual, more of a game.
"Yeah we'll cover some ground,"
"The girl gets around!"
"Around!"
"Around!"
"Around!"
"Around!"
"Around!" the sang their parts respectively, switching on and off and harmonizing at all the right places.
"Good god this girl gets around!" they finished and he pulled her into a kiss quickly, learning from Jack's earlier mistake, and not giving her the chance to react. She fought slightly when she realized what he had done, and gave in and kissed him back before becoming completely appalled by her behavior and pulling away forcefully.
The crowd roared with applause at the end of the scene.
"That was amazing!" Medda exclaimed happily. "I never in a million years thought you two would have such charisma on stage together. I mean of course I thought you would be good together, but not that good, and not that fast! Well done! You may all be done for the day, and remember to practice your lines!"
It was then that KP realized that Spot was still holding her rather closely, "I…uh…I got to run," she said pushing away from him and turning to leave.
"—Abe Lincoln," Spot called after her, a huge smirk on his face.
"Excuse me?" she stopped and turned to face him.
"Dat's who ya quoted yestahday before ya left, without da part about what I tinkin'," Spot said calmly, the smirk on his face growing as he closed the gap between them.
"Very good, Brooklyn," she said with an impressed smile.
"What did ya call me?"
"Brooklyn, dat's where ya from, right?" she asked, mimicking his accent and continuing over to her friends.
"Yeah, but da name's Spot," he said, trying not to be annoyed by her playful attitude.
"I know your name," she informed him simply as they neared her friends.
"Hey guys, I thought you might want to meet Brooklyn—," she glanced at him as she addressed her friends and noticed the warning look on his face, "Uh…I mean Spot," she corrected herself.
Fifi, who had been facing the other way packing up her books, was the first to speak, "Well, well, well, never fear Brooklyn is…DAMN!" she yelled, finally taking the time to look at Spot. "You're a lot hotter up close than you are on stage!" she informed him. "Girls, I change my vote to an 8.5," she said. He smirked confidently.
"Well, I lower mine to a 3," Randy spoke up, staring right at him.
"Thanks for those announcements Fif, can't wait to hear tomorrow's news…Randy, watch it!" KP spoke up calmly, amused but a little embarrassed by her friends' outbursts.
Randy looked at KP defiantly and KP stared back, Randy finally backed down knowing she was a tad out of line.
"You must be leadah of dis group, huh?" Spot asked turning to her.
"Nope," she replied simply.
"Well, second in command, den?"
"Nope," she said again, this time deciding to elaborate, "we don't have leaders, or whatever you called them, in this group. We just trust each other to tell us when we're out of line and we keep each other in check."
"Oh," he said, not really seeming to care how they chose to run their group. "So," he lowered his voice slightly, "waddaya say you an' me…ya know…run lines for a little while?" he finished suggestively, putting his arm around her waist.
"Uh, sorry Spot," KP said, taking his hand from around her waist and backing away one step, "I already told Jack I'd run lines with him this afternoon."
"So ya ready?" Jack asked, walking up to her and grinning triumphantly at Spot.
"Yeah," KP replied grabbing her script.
"Hey, KP, I think I'm gonna head home, you gonna be ok here or should I stay?" Laney asked sweetly.
"I'll be fine," she answered confidently before pulling her into a hug "We'll talk later," she whispered in Laney's ear before giving her a wink and turning to leave.
"Sorry again, Spot. Maybe next time?" she suggested.
"Ya can count on it," Spot answered through gritted teeth and glaring at Jack. 'Ya can count on it,' he thought before turning to leave the auditorium.
Author's Note: So there you have it, chapter three. Sorry I was on a wicked Laney kick in this chapter, I'm sorry if you found it boring to read about me and Laney the whole time. And I really like writing people's thought so f that annoys people I'm sorry and you should tell me and I'll tone it down a little. I was re-reading my whole story and I realized that some of my original characters may be kind of mary-sue-ish and I just wanted to clear up that they are real people and from what I've heard I have written the characters pretty close to who they actually are so I'm sorry if it's annoying you. Secondly, I realize that Spot isn't exactly 100% in character and he wouldn't chase after me or care about impressing me but please keep in mind that he does want to win the bet. I thought I would just explain because I get annoyed with both Mary-Sues and characters from the movie that are not in character. And now…
Shout-Outs:
Rubix the Cube: Thanks so much I'm glad you liked it. The fact that you know us as the Mighty Rebels is cool. I feel famous haha, Q is a great writer so the fact that you compared my work to her work and even brought her story up in in a review for my story is really hot. If anybody told me that Techies didn't rock I would kick their ass haha. Anyway I hope you liked this chapter just as much as the previous two.
Liams Kitten: Haha that was the best review! You Rock too thank you so much! Yeah I love Mush he's so cute I could just eat him up. I watched D2 and saw Portman, the boy is hot but I just can't watch him in the movie anymore because it makes me sad to know he was sweet, innocent, adorable Mush. I like him as Mush better in case you couldn't tell. What about Specs and Dutchy? ::makes 'innocent face':: Don't shoot Itey! It's not nice! Yeah David's a little insane…but who isn't? Don't blackmail Spot…although you gotta love the Spot/Race stories where one of them messes up haha. (Spot don't antagonize her!) Yay for sexy newsie love. I hope you liked this chapter too.
Q: I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Yeah like I'd be able to resist a good ass-ass-na-tion. I hope this one was just as good if not better than the last one. Wow I feel very special to rock Bob Dole's and your stoob. Thanks for reading I love you!
ThatCrazyKid: Taylor you write the best reviews ever! I actually printed your last review out because it helped me write when I doubted myself or the story. You have that impact on a lot of my life and I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate that. And now that I've said that I will get the rest of the shout-out over with.
A) It should put a smile on your face…you came up with it after all and it might have been one of the best Newsies comments I have ever heard. And yes I do use it in everyday life.
B) Yay for vintage Laney I had a lot of that in this chapter haha
C) I'm glad you like them, they are so fun to write and yes it was Q's suggestion…per genius if I do say so myself.
D) It is indeed a hot song and a hot movie, and it would be very hot indeed. But I can't think of one person that wouldn't help Mush out with something like that he's just way too lovable haha. But Alanna definitely rocks for inspiring the whole lot of us to sing one of the hottest songs ever!
E) Spot doesn't have the advantage…::glances around to see who heard you say that:: nope know favoritism here. I'm actually trying to keep it fairly even. But it's soooooo hard haha.
F) Well I couldn't very well just leave people wondering if they actually lit her hair on fire now could I?
G) Hahaha after my story is done…but maybe I could fit that in to the story not you killing him but I have a feeling that you two aren't going to get along
H) Yay for you!!
I) I am in 100% agreement on that note…she will die.
J) It's hard…we've tried it
Thanks so much for you're review I hope this one was just as funny and entertaining. Wow this is a really long shout out so I'm going to be done now haha.
Fiffifofum: Hey chicka I got two reviews from you thanks for yelling at me to update. Look I did it, here it is. I'm so happy you approve of the characterization, I've had a hard time with it so I'm glad to hear it doesn't suck. I know they match each other so perfectly I love writing them, there was a little Q/Itey action in this chapter. Copious is an awesome word. Laney and Race are cute I love them…there was a lot of that in this chapter haha. And I'm glad Spots not too out of character for you I know your just as anal about stuff like that as I am so it's good to know you approve. Wow a lot of hot people are proud of me haha and I love Montana back. Wait why are you excited for chapter 4? Haha just joshin' ya. Anyway thanks for the awesome review hope you liked this chapter. Yay for Mush love and not Much love! Hugs and Kisses talk to you later.
TheLoneReed: Hi I haven't talked to you in a while but anyway thanks so much for the review I love you too. Of course I used your song. And I'm glad it was perfect I hoped you liked your little run in with Spot and you still approve of your character. And don't worry about what you talked to me about…I'm woikin on it. I hope you liked this chapter as much as the last one. I'll talk to you soon.
All right guys there you go I'm done and I hope you all liked the chapter, as for people that might be reading it and not reviewing SHAME ON YOU!! I'm out I'll right more later—
Peace KP