"Who do you think you are?!?!" Spot roared so loudly that it seemed as
though the whole room shook. His teeth were gritted menacingly and his
mesmerizing, stormy eyes were ablaze with pure rage. Their usual cool,
cocky, smooth color was struck like a match and the white hot, searing fury
was coursing through his whole body as flames would as they licked along a
stream of gasoline.
Missy's dull blue eyes that were washed out by the flurry of make-up surrounding her face fluttered in an almost innocent way. "What's her problem?" she giggled.
That was it. He could not be expected to take this anymore. Spot's hands crumpled into strong fists making his knuckles white and creating tiny indentations from his finger-nails digging into his hand. Surely Mush wouldn't mind if his new girl-friend died? They had only been together for a couple of hours. All he needed was one minute. With the boiling irascibility he was bottling up right now, that was all it would take.
Mush pushed Missy off of his lap and stood up. "You need to get out." he said, staring intensely at Missy. In fact, death glares were being thrown onto Missy aggressively by everyone in the room. If looks could have killed right then, Missy would be dead and gone. However, all she was was extremely stupid.
"What'd I do?" she said. A tiny frown tugging at the ends of her thin lips, heavily leaded with cheap, cherry red lipstick.
Mush, finally, looked up and saw the dangerous look upon Spot's face. If he didn't want a murder in the house that night, he was going to have to get Missy out of there, now. He scooped her up and walked swiftly out of the house, the whole time her giggling idiotically.
The room relaxed, but only for a second. Spot was still standing there, his emotion stuck, plain upon his face. His whole body was working on concentrating to do anything but race out that door and strangle Missy.
When he finally calmed himself down, he aloud himself to think for a moment. How in the world, could someone speak to Randy like that? I mean, first of all, it wasn't true. Randy was, in no matter of speaking, a baby. And he could tell by the way she looked at him that she liked boys. And, even someone as stupid as Missy could figure out that it is a death wish to insult the King of Brooklyn's girl.
And another thing,-wait, what was he doing here? Randy was out there and he hadn't gone after her. His pure shock and seething anger had distracted him from the major problem at hand.
Randy had run, what if she had gone somewhere unsafe? She could be hurt. She could be in danger. He dodged around the mob of boys that were staring at him; they all knew they couldn't do a thing without orders from Spot first. He swung the door open and started to run, he had gone well past the front steps of the lodging house when he realized he had no idea where to go.
He started to walk slowly along, racking his brains for ideas on where Randy might have run. He passed Mush, who had a disgruntled look on his face as he practically begged Missy to get away from him. He loved Randy too, like a big brother, and he knew if Missy didn't go now he was going to MAKE her leave.
Suddenly, Spot had an idea. He knew where he went when he just wanted to get away from the world. Of course, it was easier for him. He just snapped his fingers and people would forget their whole existence until he felt like joining the rest of civilization. He walked quickly, his feet scuffing along, and his cane swinging from his belt, bumping into his trusty sling shot as his body swayed with each step.
He neared the docks of Brooklyn, his kingdom, his palace. His foot steps slowed as he reached the large pile of crates that was his royal throne. He wanted to run up to them and see Randy sitting at the bottom of the crates, but at the same time his heart pulled him away, like a magnet stuck to the emptiness behind him, because what if she wasn't there? How was he ever going to find her?
He stepped along the creaky boards, usually loaded with boys diving into the cool waters he reined over. His feet stopped at the edge of the crates, his head stuck, looking at the faded floor below him. He lifted his head slowly, the brown hair falling on his face smoothly, and there, in his throne that NO ONE but him was allowed to touch, slept Randy.
Her body was draped sideways over the seat, her long hair dangling softly far above the ground below, her arms resting tranquilly on her stomach which would rise slowly every so often, as her breath eased out of her daintily parted mouth. His own mouth dropped with relief and awe as his feet leadenly stepped up the pyramid of crates, cautiously leading him to the exquisite body lain before him.
He reached out his hand, he was so close now, and all he wanted to do was to stroke her. Just to be able to kiss her, and hold her. His fingers grazed her velvety cheek and her eyelids lifted from the most recent resting place. Her bright blue eyes stared up at him, her face lightly showing signs of sleepiness, then confusion, then realization as she sat bolt upright, her eyes wide with fear.
"Spot! What are you doing here? I mean, I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have run off, it's just-"
Spot reached a steady hand up to gently stifle her worried mutters. He looked at her with caring eyes, eyes that usually held a cocky, strong, and fearsome look to them. Eyes that made all of Brooklyn tremble in their skins when he was mad, and rejoice in their own sorrows when he was happy.
Right now those eyes were softly blanketing Randy, showering her with compassion as no words could. Randy's own eyes looked into his awing blue- gray ones, and then slowly filled with tears. The liquid pain fell over the brim of her eyes and one, lonely tear rolled gorgeously down her pale cheek.
Spot's hand gently pulled away from Randy's mouth and brushed the tear off of her cool face. If only he could take away the pain with that tear, thought Randy mournfully. Their bodies, without their knowledge, had been moving closer to each other the whole time, longing for the feeling of the other's warmth on their own.
Spot leaned against Randy smoothly, easing her into his regal throne, seemingly miles away from anywhere else but their small world. Their lips touched and another tear fell down Randy's cheek. Their kiss grew into a conversation no other two people could have had, without speaking a word. Their feelings pouring out as their tongues would slide around in each other's mouth, Spot's hands slipping around her waist and Randy circling his neck with her own and their bodies melting together in the night.
After they had grown tired from their truthful osculation, they both stood for a second and prepared to talk. But when Randy suddenly dropped faintly into Spot's strong arms, he decided against it. Spot sat down carefully and cautiously pulled Randy into his lap. They slept the night with Spot's back to the air beside him, his face contently snuggled into Randy's soft hair. Randy was cradled against the curve of his body securely, her face resting against the cool back of the throne.
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SO SORRY it took me so long to update. lol. SOMEONE got grounded for staying up watching TV to late, and SOMEONE wasn't allowed to use the computer for a week, and, you know, I am ASHAMED of that SOMEONE!!! hehe. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I'll send you a monkey jumping on a bean bag with stuffing out his nose and a beetle swinging from a grape vine growing from his davenport. OR, you really special ones will get a tanku!
Missy's dull blue eyes that were washed out by the flurry of make-up surrounding her face fluttered in an almost innocent way. "What's her problem?" she giggled.
That was it. He could not be expected to take this anymore. Spot's hands crumpled into strong fists making his knuckles white and creating tiny indentations from his finger-nails digging into his hand. Surely Mush wouldn't mind if his new girl-friend died? They had only been together for a couple of hours. All he needed was one minute. With the boiling irascibility he was bottling up right now, that was all it would take.
Mush pushed Missy off of his lap and stood up. "You need to get out." he said, staring intensely at Missy. In fact, death glares were being thrown onto Missy aggressively by everyone in the room. If looks could have killed right then, Missy would be dead and gone. However, all she was was extremely stupid.
"What'd I do?" she said. A tiny frown tugging at the ends of her thin lips, heavily leaded with cheap, cherry red lipstick.
Mush, finally, looked up and saw the dangerous look upon Spot's face. If he didn't want a murder in the house that night, he was going to have to get Missy out of there, now. He scooped her up and walked swiftly out of the house, the whole time her giggling idiotically.
The room relaxed, but only for a second. Spot was still standing there, his emotion stuck, plain upon his face. His whole body was working on concentrating to do anything but race out that door and strangle Missy.
When he finally calmed himself down, he aloud himself to think for a moment. How in the world, could someone speak to Randy like that? I mean, first of all, it wasn't true. Randy was, in no matter of speaking, a baby. And he could tell by the way she looked at him that she liked boys. And, even someone as stupid as Missy could figure out that it is a death wish to insult the King of Brooklyn's girl.
And another thing,-wait, what was he doing here? Randy was out there and he hadn't gone after her. His pure shock and seething anger had distracted him from the major problem at hand.
Randy had run, what if she had gone somewhere unsafe? She could be hurt. She could be in danger. He dodged around the mob of boys that were staring at him; they all knew they couldn't do a thing without orders from Spot first. He swung the door open and started to run, he had gone well past the front steps of the lodging house when he realized he had no idea where to go.
He started to walk slowly along, racking his brains for ideas on where Randy might have run. He passed Mush, who had a disgruntled look on his face as he practically begged Missy to get away from him. He loved Randy too, like a big brother, and he knew if Missy didn't go now he was going to MAKE her leave.
Suddenly, Spot had an idea. He knew where he went when he just wanted to get away from the world. Of course, it was easier for him. He just snapped his fingers and people would forget their whole existence until he felt like joining the rest of civilization. He walked quickly, his feet scuffing along, and his cane swinging from his belt, bumping into his trusty sling shot as his body swayed with each step.
He neared the docks of Brooklyn, his kingdom, his palace. His foot steps slowed as he reached the large pile of crates that was his royal throne. He wanted to run up to them and see Randy sitting at the bottom of the crates, but at the same time his heart pulled him away, like a magnet stuck to the emptiness behind him, because what if she wasn't there? How was he ever going to find her?
He stepped along the creaky boards, usually loaded with boys diving into the cool waters he reined over. His feet stopped at the edge of the crates, his head stuck, looking at the faded floor below him. He lifted his head slowly, the brown hair falling on his face smoothly, and there, in his throne that NO ONE but him was allowed to touch, slept Randy.
Her body was draped sideways over the seat, her long hair dangling softly far above the ground below, her arms resting tranquilly on her stomach which would rise slowly every so often, as her breath eased out of her daintily parted mouth. His own mouth dropped with relief and awe as his feet leadenly stepped up the pyramid of crates, cautiously leading him to the exquisite body lain before him.
He reached out his hand, he was so close now, and all he wanted to do was to stroke her. Just to be able to kiss her, and hold her. His fingers grazed her velvety cheek and her eyelids lifted from the most recent resting place. Her bright blue eyes stared up at him, her face lightly showing signs of sleepiness, then confusion, then realization as she sat bolt upright, her eyes wide with fear.
"Spot! What are you doing here? I mean, I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have run off, it's just-"
Spot reached a steady hand up to gently stifle her worried mutters. He looked at her with caring eyes, eyes that usually held a cocky, strong, and fearsome look to them. Eyes that made all of Brooklyn tremble in their skins when he was mad, and rejoice in their own sorrows when he was happy.
Right now those eyes were softly blanketing Randy, showering her with compassion as no words could. Randy's own eyes looked into his awing blue- gray ones, and then slowly filled with tears. The liquid pain fell over the brim of her eyes and one, lonely tear rolled gorgeously down her pale cheek.
Spot's hand gently pulled away from Randy's mouth and brushed the tear off of her cool face. If only he could take away the pain with that tear, thought Randy mournfully. Their bodies, without their knowledge, had been moving closer to each other the whole time, longing for the feeling of the other's warmth on their own.
Spot leaned against Randy smoothly, easing her into his regal throne, seemingly miles away from anywhere else but their small world. Their lips touched and another tear fell down Randy's cheek. Their kiss grew into a conversation no other two people could have had, without speaking a word. Their feelings pouring out as their tongues would slide around in each other's mouth, Spot's hands slipping around her waist and Randy circling his neck with her own and their bodies melting together in the night.
After they had grown tired from their truthful osculation, they both stood for a second and prepared to talk. But when Randy suddenly dropped faintly into Spot's strong arms, he decided against it. Spot sat down carefully and cautiously pulled Randy into his lap. They slept the night with Spot's back to the air beside him, his face contently snuggled into Randy's soft hair. Randy was cradled against the curve of his body securely, her face resting against the cool back of the throne.
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SO SORRY it took me so long to update. lol. SOMEONE got grounded for staying up watching TV to late, and SOMEONE wasn't allowed to use the computer for a week, and, you know, I am ASHAMED of that SOMEONE!!! hehe. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I'll send you a monkey jumping on a bean bag with stuffing out his nose and a beetle swinging from a grape vine growing from his davenport. OR, you really special ones will get a tanku!