Spot's Milkshake
Chapter Six: The Name's Brandie Foster Gotta Problem
Disclaimer: I don't own Spot or the Newsies. I do own the plot though!
Go review Learning to Live you won't regret it! Go now..shoo! Then come back here!
The silence that hung over us was unbearable. I wanted to spit out my feelings about last night, but held them in for a couple more minutes. Finally, I couldn't hold them in.
"What were ya playin' at las' night?" I spat. He didn't answer me right away. It took him awhile before he said anything.
"Look, I feel bad bout' wha' happened las' nigh'. Ya should've jus' left me dere all nigh'." He looked at me, and handed me a piece of bread. I took it, looking away from him.
"Well now ya owe me." I grinned playfully at him.
"No. I tink we are even now." He paused. "I saved your sorry ass from Harold earlier dis week." This time it was his turn to grin at me. I tried to muster a smile, but I couldn't.
"So what brings ya ta New York?" He asked me.
"Is it really your business?" I asked.
"I 'pose it ain't. I'm just curious. Is dat a crime." He wanted to know.
"It could be."
"Could ya jus' tell me?" He stopped walking and looked me in the eye.
"Alrigh'. I used ta live in New Jersey. I came heah searchin' fer a new life." I started walking again, he followed.
"So dat's it? Ya jus' came heah?" He persisted.
"Yeah. I jus' came heah. Got a problem wit dat?" I spat again.
"No." He didn't ask any more questions.
"I spect you've lived heah fer eva den?" I started to ask him questions.
"Yep." I wished he would've said more. It was my fault that he didn't. I had been a little bit too cruel to him, but honestly, he deserved it all.
"Gotta cigar on ya?" He broke the silence that we had fallen victim of once more.
"Wish I did." The silence came back again. It was killing me. I wanted to apologize, only to make him talk again. I couldn't though. He deserved everything that I had said to him. I missed his voice. I remembered the dances last night. How heavenly they had been. I didn't know if it was love, or just a thing of the moment.
We didn't talk for the majority of the walk back. That put my sprits down quite a bit.
"'ave fun las' nigh'?" He finally asked me.
"Absolutely. Every las' bit o' it." For the first time that day I smiled at him.
"Even da part wheah ya 'ad ta drag me through da pourin' rain?" He asked knowingly.
"Even dat part was ok." I laughed. "Though I would neva do it again."
"Ya neva know wit me." He winked.
It was dusk by the time we got back to Brooklyn.
"Spot's back!" I heard someone shout. He didn't seem phased by the outburst, yet I looked around for the source of the noise. It had come from a boy that I didn't know.
"See, dey can't do nuttin without me." He whispered to me. At lease 5 boys came over to us, full of questions.
"Wheah ya been all day?" Harold started.
"I stayed wit Jack." He answered him.
"Yeah, well, dat goil's parents 'ave been askin' fer 'er." He looked at me. I was taken aback at this statement.
"My parents? Ya mus' be outta your mind! Dey can't be lookin' fer me." He cut me off before I could finish.
"Well dey 'ave been. Dere old an' dey don't seem like dey can be your parents." He looked confused at my expression. I could feel my face relax a little.
"Da Tabernak's ain't me parents, tank God. I was beginning ta tink dat dere was such a ting as ghosts." I smiled at their bewildered faces. "Wheah are dey?" I asked.
"Somewheah ova dere." He pointed in the opposite direction of where we were standing.
"Betta get goin' and straighten whateva it is dey need straightened out." I turned to face Spot. His eyes were full of understanding. I knew that he didn't want me to leave. I almost wanted him to hug me, and when he didn't I almost hugged him. Instead I held those feelings inside, and thanked him.
"Tanks Spot, las' night was fun." To my surprise, I got the hug that I had been waiting for. When he released me, I turned and went looking for the Tabernak's.
I found them by the pub. They were asking people where I was, if they knew me, and who I was with. I walked up behind a frazzled Debbie Tabernak, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"I'm righ' heah." I smiled inside myself. I knew I was in a heap of trouble, but the look on her face was priceless.
"Where were you young lady?" She half screamed.
"Manhattan." I replied, trying to suppress my laugh.
"What in the world were you doing–MANHATTAN!" She shrieked. It would've been funnier if I had been allowed to laugh freely. "Did you walk there? By yourself?" She demanded.
"Yes, and no. I did walk dere, but, not by meself. I had my friends wit me." I didn't want to give away any names.
"Well at least you're ok." She regained her composure. She must've realized that the entire pub was now staring at her. "We'll talk at home." She stated. It was no home to me. I hated the smell of it, and the Tabernak's watchful eye.
The moment she turned her back, I waved to everyone in the pub. I only did this to show them that she didn't scare me. Her yelling out in public had no affect on me. I thought the whole thing was hilarious. We were only half way back to the store, when she burst out.
"Manhattan? I didn't think you would do such a thing. But then again." She stopped herself. This angered me.
"But den again what?" I demanded.
"Nothing." She said hurriedly.
"Is it dat my name is Brandie Foster?" I stared at her. My very soul burned with a fire that I had never felt before.
"No. It's not you–
I cut her off. "Den wha' is it? Did I give ya a bad impression or sometink? You're not tellin' me sometink." I screamed. People were beginning to stare, but I didn't care. She did. She took me by the arm and pulled me inside the cigar store. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and saw Spot staring wildly at me. The store was closed for the night, so I wouldn't have the pleasure of embarrassing her in front of her customers.
"It's not you Brandie." She stopped herself again.
"Say it den. I don't care, jus' say it!" I yelled.
"Your family!" She said, crying. "Your history Brandie. I know it's not your fault, but I was worried because of that fact." She sat down, crying hysterically.
"Why were ya worried? Did ya tink dey were gonna come back an' get me? Dere isn't anyone left who would come get me!" I yelled again. Her tears made me even angrier.
"It's what they did. Don't you see. You were raised up in the wrong environment." She tried to explain. I didn't want her to.
"Dey raised me fer 5 lousy years! Five! Nuttin more, nuttin less. I know dat dey made bad decisions in dere day. Get ova it woman, I did!" I was starting to cry myself. "I've been through more dan you eva will be. Leave me alone!" I ran out the door, and around the corner. I fell to the ground and cried. I didn't hear the door open again. That meant she wasn't coming to get me. Good, I didn't want her to. I did hear footsteps though. They sounding like they were running. The person who came around the corner surprised me.
"Spot?"
"Are you alrigh'? I saw ya outside yellin' like dere was no tomorrow." He produced a small smile.
"I'm fine." I lied. He knew better.
"Wha's wrong wit ur name?" He asked. He must've heard what I was yelling. "I tink Brandie Foster is a beautiful name." He bent down next to me, so we were level. He leaned closer to me. The warmth of his touch was soothing. His lips softly touched mine. It was a heavenly moment. I never wanted it to end, but all wonderful moments ended too soon. He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. I knew at that moment that I loved Spot Conlon, and nothing could change that.
"Brandie, come here, we need to talk." I heard Mrs. Tabernak call out. She didn't seem angry, but I didn't want to listen to her.
"I don't wanna talk ta dat bastard." I told Spot. "Ya don't hafta. Come heah." He helped me up and led me to the back of the alley. He sat down and motioned for me to do what he did.
"Ok pretend dat we are makin' out or sometink, den if she comes lookin' in heah I'll jus' tell 'er ta leave us alone. It's so dark in heah she won't know it's you!" He smiled at his ingenious plan.
"Dere's only one problem." I grinned.
"What?" He asked, puzzled.
"Why pretend we are makin' out?" I grinned again. He returned it. Almost instantly, he pressed his lips against mine. She never did come, but we sat there for half the night, kissing.
When we did stop, it was way past midnight. I knew that the Tabernaks would not be happy if I came in this late. Instead, I followed Spot to the lodging house, hand in hand. I didn't have to ask if I could stay there for the night. I knew that he would let me.
Everyone was sleeping when we got there. I silently walked into the clubroom. I didn't expect Spot to follow me, but he did.
"Wudda ya doin' in heah?" He whispered.
"Sleepin'." I thought the room was cozier then the one at the Tabernaks, besides, I didn't expect to be invited upstairs with him.
"I thought ya were goin' sleep up dere." He pointed upwards.
"I could if ya like." He smiled at me.
The steps creaked underneath us as we walked upstairs. He opened a white door that was smudged with fingerprints. Inside revealed many bunk beds that I had seen before. Most were full with sleeping newsies, some of which I recognized. Other beds were empty. These boys had probably fallen asleep on the streets, or were in another room. Spot walked over to the bed on the far right side of the room. He collapsed on it.
"Boy am I tired." He said, falling back onto a single pillow. I strode across the room and plopped down next to him. He smiled one more time before he closed his eyes. I feel asleep on his chest, and waited to see what the dawn would bring.
***
"Lookie heah boys, now we know why Conlon was gone all day yesterday!" I was woken by Harold Devirea and the snickers of several boys. I wearily open my eyes.
"Wudda ya talkin' bout?" Spot asked fiercely. "Isn't it obvious? Look at cha! Look at wha' ya let in ya bed!" He pointed at me, his eyes mocked me. I decided right then that Harold had two sides to him. A nice side which he had sported yesterday, and a terrible mean one which he had now.
"I don't see anyting in yours." Spot observed.
"I'se has got dignity." Harold roared.
"Maybe so, but I gots more." Spot said. He had won that argument. Harold walked away, shaking his head.
"I'se gotta make more money." I muttered.
"Why?" Spot asked me.
"So I can find meself my own place ta live." I replied
"Ya can always live heah, till ya wanna go back." He looked away from me, and looked into a mirror.
"Quit admirin' yaself." I teased. I could see him roll his eyes at me.
"Take down yer 'air." He told me.
"Why?"
"It'll be all coily, since it's been braided." He turned around and smiled.
"Fine, leave da room though." I motioned towards the door. He gave me a quizzical look, but left anyways. I laughed.
I let my brown hair fall around my face. It was a good feeling letting down my hair.
"I love when ya do dat." I heard Spot's voice from behind the door. He had been watching through a crack all along.
"Get outta heah. I said, chasing him away.
I returned to the mirror, and picked up a brush that I found lying there. I began to to comb out the knots and tangles, but all the while trying to keep it curly. In my frustration, I started to hum quietly. The humming soon turned to words. Finally, I gave up. It was Sunday anyway, so there was nothing to do. I walked to the door, only to find Spot sitting behind it.
"'ow long 'ave ya been dere?" I raged.
"Long nough ta hear ya." He grinned. Embarrassment came over me. I felt my cheeks flush. His smile dissipated instantly.
"I wasn't makin' fun o' ya. I thought ta was good." He praised me.
"Wateva. Let's get sometink ta eat." I felt ashamed that he had heard me. I had always like my voice, but for some reason I didn't want others to like it. I didn't want anyone to hear it, ever again.
The bread that they offered me was extremely stale. I ate it graciously though. As hungry as I was I almost didn't matter.
"So, uh, wha' happened las' nigh' between you an' da old lady?" A boy leaned across the table and asked me.
"She was, er, well, she was tellin' me dat I wasn't good nough fer her." I quickly said. It was true. She didn't exactly say those words, but I knew that she had been thinking it. Anyone who knew my family thought that about me. They thought I was just like them. Well, newsflash, I am not like them.
"Wha' she say bout yer name? Dat's all I 'eard ya talkin' bout." Spot asked me, struggling to bite into the hard bread. I pondered on this a moment. I didn't want to tell them the truth, but if they ever figured it out, they would label me as a liar. That was the last thing I wanted now.
"Nuttin. I asked her why she didn't trust me. My name jus' got mentioned." I wanted the conversation to end right then and there. It wasn't going to, but Snicker said something before Harold could.
"Well, I'se is gonna try ta go ta choich again. I'm gonna try ta understand it fer once!" Snicker sighed. "It's all I can do ya know. Me sister always wanted me ta loin bout dat Christ stuff." He sighed again, getting up from the table, he adjusted his hat and walked out the door.
"I've neva been ta choich before." I stated, twisting some of my hair in my fingers.
"Ya don' wanna go. It's all confusin' an' dey all love each odda. Makes me sick." Harold told me, making a face that made him look constipated.
"Well I'm curious. I'm gonna check it out." I stood up, leaving half of my bread sitting on my plate.
The air was cool and breezy when I stepped outside. I thought about how wonderful it would be to live in the lodging house. The only problem was, all of my clothes and few belongings that I owned were at the Tabernaks. I had no idea how I was going to get them without having to face them.
"Yo, wait up." I turned around and say Spot run up next to me. I had no idea why he was following me. He hadn't seemed interesting in the whole church idea at breakfast.
"Ya really wanna go ta choich?" I asked. It made no sense to me. He slid his hand through his hair, then placed his hat on.
"I guess it wouldn't hoit or anyting." He looked uncertain.
"Look, if it's gonna ruin yer reputation or anyting, don' come." I really wanted to be alone now, but if I was going to have company, the best person would be Spot.
"Hey! Who eva said it was gonna ruin me rep?" He defended himself.
"No one. It's jus' I would have neva imagined da migh'y Spot Conlon goin' ta choich." I smiled at him. He looked even more uncertain when I said this. "Don' come den. I can tell ya don' wanna. It wouldn't hoit me feelin's." I reassured him.
"Nah, it's not dat, it's jus' uh, I've got sometink ta do now." He sauntered off, leaving me alone.
I hope you all enjoyed it! I can't wait...I've always wanted to write about a church scene I don't think it's gonna be that big though :( but oh well you'll get over it! Oh, and for the last chappie, the two songs were in order:
Both Sides Now By: Joni Mitchell
Remember Me This Way From: Casper with Bill Pullman (HAHA! Denton is in Casper I laughed so hard.....)
Chapter Six: The Name's Brandie Foster Gotta Problem
Disclaimer: I don't own Spot or the Newsies. I do own the plot though!
Go review Learning to Live you won't regret it! Go now..shoo! Then come back here!
The silence that hung over us was unbearable. I wanted to spit out my feelings about last night, but held them in for a couple more minutes. Finally, I couldn't hold them in.
"What were ya playin' at las' night?" I spat. He didn't answer me right away. It took him awhile before he said anything.
"Look, I feel bad bout' wha' happened las' nigh'. Ya should've jus' left me dere all nigh'." He looked at me, and handed me a piece of bread. I took it, looking away from him.
"Well now ya owe me." I grinned playfully at him.
"No. I tink we are even now." He paused. "I saved your sorry ass from Harold earlier dis week." This time it was his turn to grin at me. I tried to muster a smile, but I couldn't.
"So what brings ya ta New York?" He asked me.
"Is it really your business?" I asked.
"I 'pose it ain't. I'm just curious. Is dat a crime." He wanted to know.
"It could be."
"Could ya jus' tell me?" He stopped walking and looked me in the eye.
"Alrigh'. I used ta live in New Jersey. I came heah searchin' fer a new life." I started walking again, he followed.
"So dat's it? Ya jus' came heah?" He persisted.
"Yeah. I jus' came heah. Got a problem wit dat?" I spat again.
"No." He didn't ask any more questions.
"I spect you've lived heah fer eva den?" I started to ask him questions.
"Yep." I wished he would've said more. It was my fault that he didn't. I had been a little bit too cruel to him, but honestly, he deserved it all.
"Gotta cigar on ya?" He broke the silence that we had fallen victim of once more.
"Wish I did." The silence came back again. It was killing me. I wanted to apologize, only to make him talk again. I couldn't though. He deserved everything that I had said to him. I missed his voice. I remembered the dances last night. How heavenly they had been. I didn't know if it was love, or just a thing of the moment.
We didn't talk for the majority of the walk back. That put my sprits down quite a bit.
"'ave fun las' nigh'?" He finally asked me.
"Absolutely. Every las' bit o' it." For the first time that day I smiled at him.
"Even da part wheah ya 'ad ta drag me through da pourin' rain?" He asked knowingly.
"Even dat part was ok." I laughed. "Though I would neva do it again."
"Ya neva know wit me." He winked.
It was dusk by the time we got back to Brooklyn.
"Spot's back!" I heard someone shout. He didn't seem phased by the outburst, yet I looked around for the source of the noise. It had come from a boy that I didn't know.
"See, dey can't do nuttin without me." He whispered to me. At lease 5 boys came over to us, full of questions.
"Wheah ya been all day?" Harold started.
"I stayed wit Jack." He answered him.
"Yeah, well, dat goil's parents 'ave been askin' fer 'er." He looked at me. I was taken aback at this statement.
"My parents? Ya mus' be outta your mind! Dey can't be lookin' fer me." He cut me off before I could finish.
"Well dey 'ave been. Dere old an' dey don't seem like dey can be your parents." He looked confused at my expression. I could feel my face relax a little.
"Da Tabernak's ain't me parents, tank God. I was beginning ta tink dat dere was such a ting as ghosts." I smiled at their bewildered faces. "Wheah are dey?" I asked.
"Somewheah ova dere." He pointed in the opposite direction of where we were standing.
"Betta get goin' and straighten whateva it is dey need straightened out." I turned to face Spot. His eyes were full of understanding. I knew that he didn't want me to leave. I almost wanted him to hug me, and when he didn't I almost hugged him. Instead I held those feelings inside, and thanked him.
"Tanks Spot, las' night was fun." To my surprise, I got the hug that I had been waiting for. When he released me, I turned and went looking for the Tabernak's.
I found them by the pub. They were asking people where I was, if they knew me, and who I was with. I walked up behind a frazzled Debbie Tabernak, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"I'm righ' heah." I smiled inside myself. I knew I was in a heap of trouble, but the look on her face was priceless.
"Where were you young lady?" She half screamed.
"Manhattan." I replied, trying to suppress my laugh.
"What in the world were you doing–MANHATTAN!" She shrieked. It would've been funnier if I had been allowed to laugh freely. "Did you walk there? By yourself?" She demanded.
"Yes, and no. I did walk dere, but, not by meself. I had my friends wit me." I didn't want to give away any names.
"Well at least you're ok." She regained her composure. She must've realized that the entire pub was now staring at her. "We'll talk at home." She stated. It was no home to me. I hated the smell of it, and the Tabernak's watchful eye.
The moment she turned her back, I waved to everyone in the pub. I only did this to show them that she didn't scare me. Her yelling out in public had no affect on me. I thought the whole thing was hilarious. We were only half way back to the store, when she burst out.
"Manhattan? I didn't think you would do such a thing. But then again." She stopped herself. This angered me.
"But den again what?" I demanded.
"Nothing." She said hurriedly.
"Is it dat my name is Brandie Foster?" I stared at her. My very soul burned with a fire that I had never felt before.
"No. It's not you–
I cut her off. "Den wha' is it? Did I give ya a bad impression or sometink? You're not tellin' me sometink." I screamed. People were beginning to stare, but I didn't care. She did. She took me by the arm and pulled me inside the cigar store. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and saw Spot staring wildly at me. The store was closed for the night, so I wouldn't have the pleasure of embarrassing her in front of her customers.
"It's not you Brandie." She stopped herself again.
"Say it den. I don't care, jus' say it!" I yelled.
"Your family!" She said, crying. "Your history Brandie. I know it's not your fault, but I was worried because of that fact." She sat down, crying hysterically.
"Why were ya worried? Did ya tink dey were gonna come back an' get me? Dere isn't anyone left who would come get me!" I yelled again. Her tears made me even angrier.
"It's what they did. Don't you see. You were raised up in the wrong environment." She tried to explain. I didn't want her to.
"Dey raised me fer 5 lousy years! Five! Nuttin more, nuttin less. I know dat dey made bad decisions in dere day. Get ova it woman, I did!" I was starting to cry myself. "I've been through more dan you eva will be. Leave me alone!" I ran out the door, and around the corner. I fell to the ground and cried. I didn't hear the door open again. That meant she wasn't coming to get me. Good, I didn't want her to. I did hear footsteps though. They sounding like they were running. The person who came around the corner surprised me.
"Spot?"
"Are you alrigh'? I saw ya outside yellin' like dere was no tomorrow." He produced a small smile.
"I'm fine." I lied. He knew better.
"Wha's wrong wit ur name?" He asked. He must've heard what I was yelling. "I tink Brandie Foster is a beautiful name." He bent down next to me, so we were level. He leaned closer to me. The warmth of his touch was soothing. His lips softly touched mine. It was a heavenly moment. I never wanted it to end, but all wonderful moments ended too soon. He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. I knew at that moment that I loved Spot Conlon, and nothing could change that.
"Brandie, come here, we need to talk." I heard Mrs. Tabernak call out. She didn't seem angry, but I didn't want to listen to her.
"I don't wanna talk ta dat bastard." I told Spot. "Ya don't hafta. Come heah." He helped me up and led me to the back of the alley. He sat down and motioned for me to do what he did.
"Ok pretend dat we are makin' out or sometink, den if she comes lookin' in heah I'll jus' tell 'er ta leave us alone. It's so dark in heah she won't know it's you!" He smiled at his ingenious plan.
"Dere's only one problem." I grinned.
"What?" He asked, puzzled.
"Why pretend we are makin' out?" I grinned again. He returned it. Almost instantly, he pressed his lips against mine. She never did come, but we sat there for half the night, kissing.
When we did stop, it was way past midnight. I knew that the Tabernaks would not be happy if I came in this late. Instead, I followed Spot to the lodging house, hand in hand. I didn't have to ask if I could stay there for the night. I knew that he would let me.
Everyone was sleeping when we got there. I silently walked into the clubroom. I didn't expect Spot to follow me, but he did.
"Wudda ya doin' in heah?" He whispered.
"Sleepin'." I thought the room was cozier then the one at the Tabernaks, besides, I didn't expect to be invited upstairs with him.
"I thought ya were goin' sleep up dere." He pointed upwards.
"I could if ya like." He smiled at me.
The steps creaked underneath us as we walked upstairs. He opened a white door that was smudged with fingerprints. Inside revealed many bunk beds that I had seen before. Most were full with sleeping newsies, some of which I recognized. Other beds were empty. These boys had probably fallen asleep on the streets, or were in another room. Spot walked over to the bed on the far right side of the room. He collapsed on it.
"Boy am I tired." He said, falling back onto a single pillow. I strode across the room and plopped down next to him. He smiled one more time before he closed his eyes. I feel asleep on his chest, and waited to see what the dawn would bring.
***
"Lookie heah boys, now we know why Conlon was gone all day yesterday!" I was woken by Harold Devirea and the snickers of several boys. I wearily open my eyes.
"Wudda ya talkin' bout?" Spot asked fiercely. "Isn't it obvious? Look at cha! Look at wha' ya let in ya bed!" He pointed at me, his eyes mocked me. I decided right then that Harold had two sides to him. A nice side which he had sported yesterday, and a terrible mean one which he had now.
"I don't see anyting in yours." Spot observed.
"I'se has got dignity." Harold roared.
"Maybe so, but I gots more." Spot said. He had won that argument. Harold walked away, shaking his head.
"I'se gotta make more money." I muttered.
"Why?" Spot asked me.
"So I can find meself my own place ta live." I replied
"Ya can always live heah, till ya wanna go back." He looked away from me, and looked into a mirror.
"Quit admirin' yaself." I teased. I could see him roll his eyes at me.
"Take down yer 'air." He told me.
"Why?"
"It'll be all coily, since it's been braided." He turned around and smiled.
"Fine, leave da room though." I motioned towards the door. He gave me a quizzical look, but left anyways. I laughed.
I let my brown hair fall around my face. It was a good feeling letting down my hair.
"I love when ya do dat." I heard Spot's voice from behind the door. He had been watching through a crack all along.
"Get outta heah. I said, chasing him away.
I returned to the mirror, and picked up a brush that I found lying there. I began to to comb out the knots and tangles, but all the while trying to keep it curly. In my frustration, I started to hum quietly. The humming soon turned to words. Finally, I gave up. It was Sunday anyway, so there was nothing to do. I walked to the door, only to find Spot sitting behind it.
"'ow long 'ave ya been dere?" I raged.
"Long nough ta hear ya." He grinned. Embarrassment came over me. I felt my cheeks flush. His smile dissipated instantly.
"I wasn't makin' fun o' ya. I thought ta was good." He praised me.
"Wateva. Let's get sometink ta eat." I felt ashamed that he had heard me. I had always like my voice, but for some reason I didn't want others to like it. I didn't want anyone to hear it, ever again.
The bread that they offered me was extremely stale. I ate it graciously though. As hungry as I was I almost didn't matter.
"So, uh, wha' happened las' nigh' between you an' da old lady?" A boy leaned across the table and asked me.
"She was, er, well, she was tellin' me dat I wasn't good nough fer her." I quickly said. It was true. She didn't exactly say those words, but I knew that she had been thinking it. Anyone who knew my family thought that about me. They thought I was just like them. Well, newsflash, I am not like them.
"Wha' she say bout yer name? Dat's all I 'eard ya talkin' bout." Spot asked me, struggling to bite into the hard bread. I pondered on this a moment. I didn't want to tell them the truth, but if they ever figured it out, they would label me as a liar. That was the last thing I wanted now.
"Nuttin. I asked her why she didn't trust me. My name jus' got mentioned." I wanted the conversation to end right then and there. It wasn't going to, but Snicker said something before Harold could.
"Well, I'se is gonna try ta go ta choich again. I'm gonna try ta understand it fer once!" Snicker sighed. "It's all I can do ya know. Me sister always wanted me ta loin bout dat Christ stuff." He sighed again, getting up from the table, he adjusted his hat and walked out the door.
"I've neva been ta choich before." I stated, twisting some of my hair in my fingers.
"Ya don' wanna go. It's all confusin' an' dey all love each odda. Makes me sick." Harold told me, making a face that made him look constipated.
"Well I'm curious. I'm gonna check it out." I stood up, leaving half of my bread sitting on my plate.
The air was cool and breezy when I stepped outside. I thought about how wonderful it would be to live in the lodging house. The only problem was, all of my clothes and few belongings that I owned were at the Tabernaks. I had no idea how I was going to get them without having to face them.
"Yo, wait up." I turned around and say Spot run up next to me. I had no idea why he was following me. He hadn't seemed interesting in the whole church idea at breakfast.
"Ya really wanna go ta choich?" I asked. It made no sense to me. He slid his hand through his hair, then placed his hat on.
"I guess it wouldn't hoit or anyting." He looked uncertain.
"Look, if it's gonna ruin yer reputation or anyting, don' come." I really wanted to be alone now, but if I was going to have company, the best person would be Spot.
"Hey! Who eva said it was gonna ruin me rep?" He defended himself.
"No one. It's jus' I would have neva imagined da migh'y Spot Conlon goin' ta choich." I smiled at him. He looked even more uncertain when I said this. "Don' come den. I can tell ya don' wanna. It wouldn't hoit me feelin's." I reassured him.
"Nah, it's not dat, it's jus' uh, I've got sometink ta do now." He sauntered off, leaving me alone.
I hope you all enjoyed it! I can't wait...I've always wanted to write about a church scene I don't think it's gonna be that big though :( but oh well you'll get over it! Oh, and for the last chappie, the two songs were in order:
Both Sides Now By: Joni Mitchell
Remember Me This Way From: Casper with Bill Pullman (HAHA! Denton is in Casper I laughed so hard.....)