Here's chapter 2! Hope you like it!
Thx 2 reviewers!
Twig: I'm glad that at least someone likes this story lol. Spot's reaction is pretty funny lol. My co-writers and me actually weren't planning on extra characters, but I have 2 other stories that you're welcome to be in. Just e-mail me at KidBlink@newsies.zzn.com, and let me know!
Disclaimer: we don't own Newsies, blah, blah, blah.
(A/N: this chappie is in Spot's (our Spot lol) POV, just so u don't get confused.)
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2. Meeting the Newsies
I didn't wake up very gracefully to begin with and then when I tried to get up I rolled off the bed and onto the cold floor. I looked up to the top bunk to where I thought Blink would be sitting making fun of me. But strangely, she wasn't there.
I wasn't having a very good morning and at that point I didn't care if I woke up the whole hotel so I screamed, "KIDBLINK!!!!! Get in here!"
I turned to see Race stalking over to me, she didn't look very happy. I guess she had been woken up by me trying to get Blink in the room. But before she could reach me a sandy-haired boy with an eye patch stuck his head in the door and said, "Someone say my name?" he looked from one of us to the other. "Since when have der been goils in 'ere?" He paused and then it seemed as if a light bulb went off in his head. "MUSH!"
"Wait, what's your name again?" I asked.
"KidBlink. You called me," he answered, as if that was the stupidest question ever, "Why?"
"What's wit everyone callin' my name? Can't a guy get a little sleep 'round 'ere?" Another boy came walking in. This time curly and dark-haired, and I guess this had happened before because he looked rather annoyed.
"Dees your goils?" KidBlink asked him.
"No," he answered. "How come ev'ry time a goil shows up you guys lookit me?" By the way he said it you could tell this had happened recently.
"What d'ya mean?" KidBlink asked him. "You mean der's more?"
"Yeah der's one dat calls 'erself KidBlink out there flirting wit Skittery and Race." Just then our Blink walked in dragging yet another boy that I guessed was their Race.
"How many guys you got in this place?" our Race asked.
They laughed at that remark and their Race said, "I ain't certain 'bout guys. But we've got three pretty annoying goils heya."
"May I ask why yer draggin' Race?" their KidBlink asked ours.
"Because he has the same name as my friend here. Plus this dress is really getting on my nerves!" she answered.
"Time out!!!" our Race yelled over all the babble. "Let me get this straight. There are two Races, me and him," she pointed at the other Race, who had finally gotten free of our Blink's grasp. He then started making faces at everyone. "Now two KidBlinks, one Mush," she didn't finish. Our Blink interrupted her saying, "Did I miss something? There are two of me now?"
"Dat was exactly what I was gonna say!" the other KidBlink said.
"So you're my clone." She said smiling at him. I could tell that she already was planning her next flirty move.
By then a crowd had formed outside our door.
"Where ya from?" their Race asked. "Your accents make ya sound like a bunch o' hillbillies."
"We sound like a bunch of hillbillies?!" said our Race. "Have you listened to yourself lately?"
"Why youse guys talkin' 'bout hillbillies?" The voice came from the doorway. "We're s'possed to be sellin' papes in ten minutes. And Race, Snipeshooter's in dere waitin' for youse ta steal your cigar back." He looked at the three of us, then turned to Mush, "Didn't I tell ya not ta bring anymore goils in 'ere?"
In reply, Mush gave a little despairing wail.
"Let me guess," I said to the new boy. "It's my turn and you're my Mr. knight in shining armor."
"What's she talkin' 'bout Race?" he asked. "I ain't no knight"
"Well ta break it to ya slow, dere are two o' me and two o' Blink heya."
"And so you see now there's got to be two of me," I said.
"Well is your name Jack Kelly or Cowboy?" he asked, with an amused smile on his face.
"No, Spot Conlon." Everything got dead quiet, except for the occasional giggle from our Blink and the sound of our Race's hand flying by my face. "What? Is that name forbidden around here or something?"
"No," Jack said. "But we do know someone whose name is Spot Conlon. Or so he calls himself."
"Where is he?" I asked eagerly.
"Brooklyn," he answered. "But don't worry we'll be goin' dere in a week or so."
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How was it? Review and I'll luv u 4ever! Lol. Oh ya, if we don't update 4 a while, itz not because we're not writing more, cuz we are, we're just writing different parts at different times, like we already have the whole rally and court scenes written out lol. Review!
~Vix
Thx 2 reviewers!
Twig: I'm glad that at least someone likes this story lol. Spot's reaction is pretty funny lol. My co-writers and me actually weren't planning on extra characters, but I have 2 other stories that you're welcome to be in. Just e-mail me at KidBlink@newsies.zzn.com, and let me know!
Disclaimer: we don't own Newsies, blah, blah, blah.
(A/N: this chappie is in Spot's (our Spot lol) POV, just so u don't get confused.)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
2. Meeting the Newsies
I didn't wake up very gracefully to begin with and then when I tried to get up I rolled off the bed and onto the cold floor. I looked up to the top bunk to where I thought Blink would be sitting making fun of me. But strangely, she wasn't there.
I wasn't having a very good morning and at that point I didn't care if I woke up the whole hotel so I screamed, "KIDBLINK!!!!! Get in here!"
I turned to see Race stalking over to me, she didn't look very happy. I guess she had been woken up by me trying to get Blink in the room. But before she could reach me a sandy-haired boy with an eye patch stuck his head in the door and said, "Someone say my name?" he looked from one of us to the other. "Since when have der been goils in 'ere?" He paused and then it seemed as if a light bulb went off in his head. "MUSH!"
"Wait, what's your name again?" I asked.
"KidBlink. You called me," he answered, as if that was the stupidest question ever, "Why?"
"What's wit everyone callin' my name? Can't a guy get a little sleep 'round 'ere?" Another boy came walking in. This time curly and dark-haired, and I guess this had happened before because he looked rather annoyed.
"Dees your goils?" KidBlink asked him.
"No," he answered. "How come ev'ry time a goil shows up you guys lookit me?" By the way he said it you could tell this had happened recently.
"What d'ya mean?" KidBlink asked him. "You mean der's more?"
"Yeah der's one dat calls 'erself KidBlink out there flirting wit Skittery and Race." Just then our Blink walked in dragging yet another boy that I guessed was their Race.
"How many guys you got in this place?" our Race asked.
They laughed at that remark and their Race said, "I ain't certain 'bout guys. But we've got three pretty annoying goils heya."
"May I ask why yer draggin' Race?" their KidBlink asked ours.
"Because he has the same name as my friend here. Plus this dress is really getting on my nerves!" she answered.
"Time out!!!" our Race yelled over all the babble. "Let me get this straight. There are two Races, me and him," she pointed at the other Race, who had finally gotten free of our Blink's grasp. He then started making faces at everyone. "Now two KidBlinks, one Mush," she didn't finish. Our Blink interrupted her saying, "Did I miss something? There are two of me now?"
"Dat was exactly what I was gonna say!" the other KidBlink said.
"So you're my clone." She said smiling at him. I could tell that she already was planning her next flirty move.
By then a crowd had formed outside our door.
"Where ya from?" their Race asked. "Your accents make ya sound like a bunch o' hillbillies."
"We sound like a bunch of hillbillies?!" said our Race. "Have you listened to yourself lately?"
"Why youse guys talkin' 'bout hillbillies?" The voice came from the doorway. "We're s'possed to be sellin' papes in ten minutes. And Race, Snipeshooter's in dere waitin' for youse ta steal your cigar back." He looked at the three of us, then turned to Mush, "Didn't I tell ya not ta bring anymore goils in 'ere?"
In reply, Mush gave a little despairing wail.
"Let me guess," I said to the new boy. "It's my turn and you're my Mr. knight in shining armor."
"What's she talkin' 'bout Race?" he asked. "I ain't no knight"
"Well ta break it to ya slow, dere are two o' me and two o' Blink heya."
"And so you see now there's got to be two of me," I said.
"Well is your name Jack Kelly or Cowboy?" he asked, with an amused smile on his face.
"No, Spot Conlon." Everything got dead quiet, except for the occasional giggle from our Blink and the sound of our Race's hand flying by my face. "What? Is that name forbidden around here or something?"
"No," Jack said. "But we do know someone whose name is Spot Conlon. Or so he calls himself."
"Where is he?" I asked eagerly.
"Brooklyn," he answered. "But don't worry we'll be goin' dere in a week or so."
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How was it? Review and I'll luv u 4ever! Lol. Oh ya, if we don't update 4 a while, itz not because we're not writing more, cuz we are, we're just writing different parts at different times, like we already have the whole rally and court scenes written out lol. Review!
~Vix