Brooklyn's Heart
"Plans"
CH 20
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This is dedicated to Randy, a.k.a. the Fighter. True friends are hard to come by indeed, but I think I've found one.
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Bloods drummed his fingers loudly as he watched everyone around him. He hadn't spoken a word since his runner had reported back to him. It had been a whole two minutes. Ain't that something, huh?
He was sitting high in his balcony, the office of a run down warehouse that now belonged to them, looking blank and annoyed. All his boys were below him and were watching motionlessly. His 'throne' was a fancy chair he had jacked off from an old scabber who couldn't see less than two feet in front of him. Holding his tensed head up preoccupied his other hand with his muscle in his jaw clenching and his eyes narrowed slits as he stared ahead, thinking.
Why haven't they done anything? He thought. It should've worked. His fist tightened firmly, and flew down to the arm of the chair hard, making everyone startle. He stood up sharply and called, "Get the Boss. He'll know what to do. And then.." he grinned sneering, "we'll have a surprise for dear Spotty and his sweet princess."
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"You whining cow. No, I will not let you have it."
Spot chuckled at Kayla's choice of words. He tried nevertheless again as he crawled across the satin bed to her, trying to make a grab for her but she managed to slip by him yet once more. It was a couple of days since the Giant incident, and everyone was in slightly happier moods, especially due to Giant waking up joyfully. Though, that wasn't what was on Spot's mind at the moment; just trying to get the damn key back was. Spot growled, and made another lunge, though her smooth body surpassed his attempts yet again.
Aggravated, she called from the other side of the bed. "You harassing chicken, you better find a better excuse than that."
Spot dropped his head in defeat. It was the middle of the night; Kayla and Spot had just got back from going out. Most of the newsboys were still up and hanging around, joking and messing about. Spot gripped his face in his hands and almost cried with frustration before saying thorough his fingers. "Please. Please give it to me. Just for tomorrow and then I'll give it back to you." He removed his hands and looked at her hopefully, and reassuringly stated, though said it rather hastily, "See, nothing to worry about. It'll be back in your lovely hands by nightfall. See; see, nothing bad about that, love, nothing. Nothing at all." clearly nervous, he finished quickly.
Kayla looked at him disbelievingly, crossed her arms and arched a perfect eyebrow as she silently watched him. Sitting there a second, perfectly still, her legs folded 'indian style' she regarded him. Slowly lifting it out of her shirt, for safe keeping, making sure he watched every second as she did so, she held the silver key above her face. She tenderly touched it then looked back at Spot. Regretfully, she offered it towards him heaving a sigh.
Spot widened his eyes, and happily asked, "Really?" as he moved forward to take it. "Ya don't know how much this means-"
Though, right before his fingers came close, Kayla jerked the key back to her chest protecting it from him and answered jeeringly, scoffing, "I was just shittin' ya. You're not getting it."
Spot looked at her shocked, his mouth open wide. His orbs immediately turned a deep shade of violet, electrifying shivers down her back. Infuriated and perturbed he whispered, "Damn your English pride and your stupid stubbornness."
As if it mattered not that he a moment ago had disgraced the very pride he was marring of, she flipped her head to the side, her eyes closed arrogantly and replied, "You can say what ever the hell you want, Brooklyn, but this time hear me clearly, for I do not mumble- you will not get this key no matter what. Especially when it involves your disgraceful satisfaction and also not forgetting girly men."
Spot growled, and shook his hands at her, searching for the right words in his vast of frustration. "Your just- your just a- a- a stupid goil."
Kayla slowly turned her way towards him and said meaningful, "Better a stupid girl with a key and a promise worth a million words then a stupid boy with a key and way out of mockery."
Spot thought for a second then muttered angrily, "That's doesn't count. I don't even know what that mean!"
Kayla swept her hand to him, annoyed and replied, "Well, you're Brooklyn, You can do anything! All you need is a key. A god damn key and then you're all set!"
Spot folded his arms and stared at her coldly, though no feelings were wounded at the moment; they knew they both loved each other truly and dearly. It was just that...stubbornness happened to be getting in the way more than wanted.
"I don't appreciate being jested at."
Mockingly shocked but very justly peeved, Kayla said sarcastically, "I am not daring a such a thing, Brooklyn. Only ever partaking of telling the truth is my purpose. It is not my blunder or miscalculation that someone here does not just accept it!"
Spot glared at her then coldly looked around and back at her, afterward finally mumbling quietly, "Whatever," feeling angry, annoyed, frustrated, heated, infuriated, everything hell rightly knew of.
Kayla clapped her hands together once and joyfully said, "Ha! What was that Brooklyn? Sorry I did not catch it. But it did seem to me that Almighty Brooklyn could not think up a catchy, fiery comeback. So that is what Brooklyn? What is the score now?"
Spot looked around unhappily then disappointedly answered softly, rolling his eyes,
"33 to 4."
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Review.
erinsailorditz
"Plans"
CH 20
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This is dedicated to Randy, a.k.a. the Fighter. True friends are hard to come by indeed, but I think I've found one.
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Bloods drummed his fingers loudly as he watched everyone around him. He hadn't spoken a word since his runner had reported back to him. It had been a whole two minutes. Ain't that something, huh?
He was sitting high in his balcony, the office of a run down warehouse that now belonged to them, looking blank and annoyed. All his boys were below him and were watching motionlessly. His 'throne' was a fancy chair he had jacked off from an old scabber who couldn't see less than two feet in front of him. Holding his tensed head up preoccupied his other hand with his muscle in his jaw clenching and his eyes narrowed slits as he stared ahead, thinking.
Why haven't they done anything? He thought. It should've worked. His fist tightened firmly, and flew down to the arm of the chair hard, making everyone startle. He stood up sharply and called, "Get the Boss. He'll know what to do. And then.." he grinned sneering, "we'll have a surprise for dear Spotty and his sweet princess."
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"You whining cow. No, I will not let you have it."
Spot chuckled at Kayla's choice of words. He tried nevertheless again as he crawled across the satin bed to her, trying to make a grab for her but she managed to slip by him yet once more. It was a couple of days since the Giant incident, and everyone was in slightly happier moods, especially due to Giant waking up joyfully. Though, that wasn't what was on Spot's mind at the moment; just trying to get the damn key back was. Spot growled, and made another lunge, though her smooth body surpassed his attempts yet again.
Aggravated, she called from the other side of the bed. "You harassing chicken, you better find a better excuse than that."
Spot dropped his head in defeat. It was the middle of the night; Kayla and Spot had just got back from going out. Most of the newsboys were still up and hanging around, joking and messing about. Spot gripped his face in his hands and almost cried with frustration before saying thorough his fingers. "Please. Please give it to me. Just for tomorrow and then I'll give it back to you." He removed his hands and looked at her hopefully, and reassuringly stated, though said it rather hastily, "See, nothing to worry about. It'll be back in your lovely hands by nightfall. See; see, nothing bad about that, love, nothing. Nothing at all." clearly nervous, he finished quickly.
Kayla looked at him disbelievingly, crossed her arms and arched a perfect eyebrow as she silently watched him. Sitting there a second, perfectly still, her legs folded 'indian style' she regarded him. Slowly lifting it out of her shirt, for safe keeping, making sure he watched every second as she did so, she held the silver key above her face. She tenderly touched it then looked back at Spot. Regretfully, she offered it towards him heaving a sigh.
Spot widened his eyes, and happily asked, "Really?" as he moved forward to take it. "Ya don't know how much this means-"
Though, right before his fingers came close, Kayla jerked the key back to her chest protecting it from him and answered jeeringly, scoffing, "I was just shittin' ya. You're not getting it."
Spot looked at her shocked, his mouth open wide. His orbs immediately turned a deep shade of violet, electrifying shivers down her back. Infuriated and perturbed he whispered, "Damn your English pride and your stupid stubbornness."
As if it mattered not that he a moment ago had disgraced the very pride he was marring of, she flipped her head to the side, her eyes closed arrogantly and replied, "You can say what ever the hell you want, Brooklyn, but this time hear me clearly, for I do not mumble- you will not get this key no matter what. Especially when it involves your disgraceful satisfaction and also not forgetting girly men."
Spot growled, and shook his hands at her, searching for the right words in his vast of frustration. "Your just- your just a- a- a stupid goil."
Kayla slowly turned her way towards him and said meaningful, "Better a stupid girl with a key and a promise worth a million words then a stupid boy with a key and way out of mockery."
Spot thought for a second then muttered angrily, "That's doesn't count. I don't even know what that mean!"
Kayla swept her hand to him, annoyed and replied, "Well, you're Brooklyn, You can do anything! All you need is a key. A god damn key and then you're all set!"
Spot folded his arms and stared at her coldly, though no feelings were wounded at the moment; they knew they both loved each other truly and dearly. It was just that...stubbornness happened to be getting in the way more than wanted.
"I don't appreciate being jested at."
Mockingly shocked but very justly peeved, Kayla said sarcastically, "I am not daring a such a thing, Brooklyn. Only ever partaking of telling the truth is my purpose. It is not my blunder or miscalculation that someone here does not just accept it!"
Spot glared at her then coldly looked around and back at her, afterward finally mumbling quietly, "Whatever," feeling angry, annoyed, frustrated, heated, infuriated, everything hell rightly knew of.
Kayla clapped her hands together once and joyfully said, "Ha! What was that Brooklyn? Sorry I did not catch it. But it did seem to me that Almighty Brooklyn could not think up a catchy, fiery comeback. So that is what Brooklyn? What is the score now?"
Spot looked around unhappily then disappointedly answered softly, rolling his eyes,
"33 to 4."
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Review.
erinsailorditz