*Waves* Heya! Sorry I haven't updated.... DON'T HURT MEEEE!!!!! *Runs in
fear of reviewers.* NEWayz... here it is!
Sniper Higgins: Sorry it took so long!
Pomade: T.Y.! I love reviews!
Disclaimer: I OWN SPOT!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok... so... no... But Connie, Dice, Smiles, and Fox are Mine! Please ask to use them.
Gambling with Love
Dice stood in the middle of Central Park. She looked around, nervously. She had been seeing Race for about three months now, and it was still a secret. She hadn't told anybody... not even Smiles.
"I shoah hope Connie don't find out about dis... she hates da 'Hattan boys..." Dice whispered softly, then her thoughts changed.
"Weah is dat boy?" she wondered aloud, looking around. "I'se been waitin hear for over an hour!"
A hand covered her mouth and pulled her closer. She tensed up, trying to escape whoever it was.
"Been waitin long, doll?" a soft New York accent asked. She pulled away and turned to find Race laughing.
"Racetrack! You scared me half ta death!" She cried, smiling in spite of herself. Race smiled and pulled her in closer.
"Sorry Dollface." He murmured, "I didn't mean ta keep youse waitin..."
"It's ok Racey..." she murmured in return. He kissed her lips, then moved down to her chin and neck. Dice shivered and smiled. When he finally stopped, the last thing on her mind was fear.
"C'mon, let's go get some chow." Race suggested. Dice smiled in return.
"Shoah..."
The two love birds walked deeper into the park, never noticing the shadow constantly behind them. Fox, a small redhead, and one of Connie's most trusted spies was watching them...
"Just wait'll Connie heahs bout dis..." she purred evilly as she ran back to Sheepshead Bay. "Poor Dice is toast."
*Sorry again it took so long, or that this chap is bad. Sorry! GRR! Evil writers block!*
Sniper Higgins: Sorry it took so long!
Pomade: T.Y.! I love reviews!
Disclaimer: I OWN SPOT!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok... so... no... But Connie, Dice, Smiles, and Fox are Mine! Please ask to use them.
Gambling with Love
Dice stood in the middle of Central Park. She looked around, nervously. She had been seeing Race for about three months now, and it was still a secret. She hadn't told anybody... not even Smiles.
"I shoah hope Connie don't find out about dis... she hates da 'Hattan boys..." Dice whispered softly, then her thoughts changed.
"Weah is dat boy?" she wondered aloud, looking around. "I'se been waitin hear for over an hour!"
A hand covered her mouth and pulled her closer. She tensed up, trying to escape whoever it was.
"Been waitin long, doll?" a soft New York accent asked. She pulled away and turned to find Race laughing.
"Racetrack! You scared me half ta death!" She cried, smiling in spite of herself. Race smiled and pulled her in closer.
"Sorry Dollface." He murmured, "I didn't mean ta keep youse waitin..."
"It's ok Racey..." she murmured in return. He kissed her lips, then moved down to her chin and neck. Dice shivered and smiled. When he finally stopped, the last thing on her mind was fear.
"C'mon, let's go get some chow." Race suggested. Dice smiled in return.
"Shoah..."
The two love birds walked deeper into the park, never noticing the shadow constantly behind them. Fox, a small redhead, and one of Connie's most trusted spies was watching them...
"Just wait'll Connie heahs bout dis..." she purred evilly as she ran back to Sheepshead Bay. "Poor Dice is toast."
*Sorry again it took so long, or that this chap is bad. Sorry! GRR! Evil writers block!*