A/N-I know you guys missed me! To be truthfully honest, I missed me. I
missed the reviews, and everything else that came with the wonders of being
a ff.net author. I'll be honest with you guys, the reason why there was no
updation or reviews from me is because I foolishly gave up all ff.net
related things for lent. But being the idiot that I am, I decided that
like the day before lent started so I didn't have any time to tell you
guys. But I'm back with a sequel! Yes, a sequel! See, I am good to my
word. I said I was gonna write a sequel and here it is, a sequel! It
feels so good to be back, writing and back in touch with my boys *huggles
her newsie dolls* I missed you guys so much *begins to tear up* it's all so
touching! Ok, I'm done with the sappy stuff. Now, what I know you guys
have been waiting for for like 1 ½ months...
BEYOND THE SMILE: SEQUEL TO GUESS I FORGOT TO SMILE
CHAPTER ONE: SCARED HANDS
Ever since that fateful night, Aurora Capone found herself returning to the roof to think, embracing the cool nights air, the view of the city, and the escape from the noisy, crowded warehouse below her. A slight breeze ruffled her long black hair this night as she sat on the edge, rubbing her fingers along a scar across her left palm. Aurora was lost in her own little world of memories and didn't hear the door creak open or the footsteps softly approaching her.
"Mind if I join you'se?" a voice interrupted her thoughts. Aurora jumped a little from her seat, and turned her head to see Spot Conlon, in all his glory, his stormy eyes peering down at her in a longing way that she didn't notice and his sandy hair being ruffled by the breeze, standing above her.
"It's a free country. Go ahead" Spot set himself down next to Aurora and an awkward silence engulfed the two. It had been like that ever since Spot had won the bet. Spot Conlon, the infamous ladies man who never shut up, who could charm a girl into thinking that she was the queen of England, just couldn't talk around Aurora anymore. Was he intimidated by her? It was hard to say, but he certainly clammed up around her, as did she. Aurora's eyes diverted to the street below her, her mind wandering to that night, a week ago, when she was alone on the roof with Spot, much like this night. As much as she would like to deny, she now sometimes found herself wishing to be back in Spot's embrace, to feel his hand lightly on her face again, his heart beating with hers, and his lips pursed gently on hers. For the past six years, all Aurora had was Fist, who was like a brother to her, and Black Fist. Now it seemed she had the newsies, and Spot too. And for some reason, having them meant a lot to her.
"How goes da sellin?" Spot asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Good" she replied with a nod. He nodded too and looked at his hands.
"Ya enjoyin livin honestly?" he asked with a grin.
"It's different" Aurora said with a slight laugh and a small, barely seen smile. Even though, Spot had given her strength to smile again, Aurora was still a bit wary about smiling, and would only smile when she was around Spot. "It takes gettin used ta."
"I wouldn't know" he said, grin still on his face. Aurora nodded, and went back to rubbing the scar on her palm, a nervous habit of hers. Spot noticed her movement out of the corner of his eyes and out of curiosity, grabbed her hand, turning it palm side up. Aurora's eyes widened as he did this, and she tried to pull her hand back but Spot's grip on her wrist was too strong for her to break free. He grabbed her right hand at this time, causing Aurora to flinch, also turning it palm side up, revealing another scar, almost identical to the one on her left palm. Wordlessly, he pushed up the sleeve of her right arm, exposing the tattoo of a black fist on her upper bicep. Aurora quickly looked away from him, sensing his growing anger.
"Why didn't ya say?" he demanded fiercely, clearly upset from his new discovery.
"It wasn't important" she said sharply, pushing her shirt sleeve back down.
"Wasn't important?!?" he exclaimed. "I didn't know you'se weah one of dem" he said, putting emphasis on the 'dem'.
"And what if ya did?" she shot back. "Would it have made a difference?"
"Yes" he replied. "I didn't question how ya knew him, I jus accepted da fact dat ya did. It didn't occur ta me..." his voice trailed off, and Aurora turned on him.
"Jus cause I'm a goil, right?" she demanded. "Well what if I weah ta tell you'se which of yoah boys ah membah's too, huh? Would ya treat dem da same? Did ya treat dem da same when you'se found out?"
"Of coise I didn't" Spot snapped back. "It was theah choice. I can't prevent my boys from doin what dey decided ta do."
"Well ya couldn't have stopped me" Aurora exclaimed fiercely. "It was six yeahs ago!"
"But I coulda turned ya back ta Fist and had him deal wit ya. I jus thought you'se weah anothah common street thief."
"Well I'm not, ok?" Aurora pushed her hair out of her face, in an angry manner. "Now what?"
"Go back ta wheah ya belong" he spat out, refusing to look at her. "Go back ta da Black Fist. I don need you'se heah."
"Ya don undahstand Spot!" Aurora protested. "I was only ten yeahs old, and I had no wheah ta go. Fist took me in, protected me, took caeah of me, loved me like he might a lil sistah. He was da foist person ta evah show me love, even if it was jus in da brotherly sense." Aurora held up her right palm and thrust it in Spot's face. "Dis is from my pledge of loyalty, on my initiation night, to Fist, as a leadah, and ta Black Fist in general." Aurora held up her left hand at this time, exposing the scar on her palm. "This is from latah dat night when Fist promised ta protect me forevah. When we became blood siblings."
"So?" Spot spat. "I don caeah. Ya shoulda told me ya weah bound ta him, ya weah bound ta da gang. It woulda been nice ta know."
"I hadn't associated wit dem foah seven months when ya caught me Spot" she stated plainly. "I had ta be on my own foah some time. I don do da stuff dey do. I don go around beatin up people who insult us, or workin da streets foah gang money. I'm one of dem, but I'm not" Spot let out a sigh.
"I had a heard enough time learnin ta trust a thief" he looked up at Aurora, his cold eyes filled with betrayal. "But I did. I finally did. And look wheah it took us. Foah da past week, I could call you'se a friend. But friends, dey tell each othah things."
"Oh do dey?" Aurora shot back. "Den what's yoah real name Spot Conlon? Wheah ah ya from? Why ah ya heah? If friends tell each othah things, how come I don know da answers ta does questions? I'm allowed ta keep secrets foah whatevah reasons I have Spot, as ah you'se."
"Fuck you" Spot said plainly with passion. "How dare ya bring dat up."
"How dare you'se" Aurora shot back, jumping up from the edge. "You'se barge up heah and accuse me of who knows what. I don even know what yoah ovah reactin about. Why ah ya mad at me?"
"I'm mad cause ya didn't tell me da truth."
"Well lemee tell ya now Spot, if dat's what ya want. I am a membah of Black Fist, one of the most notorious gangs in Brooklyn, Fist's, the leadah of dat gang, blood sistah, and a thief. But I'm moah den jus dat. I'm a newsie too. And I can be all of does at da same time. Can you'se handle it Spot? Can you'se accept it?"
"Do I have a choice?" he muttered, looking at the street bellow.
"Not really" Aurora said in a lighter tone, sitting back down besides him. "If I had known it meant so much ta you'se, I woulda said something" Spot nodded his head slowly.
"I jus wish I had known..." he let out a sigh.
"I'm sorry" Aurora apologized and Spot patted her hand gently.
"We all have ouah peeves. Mine is dat I like ta know what people, especially my newsies ah involved in. I already know which of my newsies ah membahs of what gangs. It's a rule dat dey tell me, and dat rule applies ta you'se too. Don let it happen again" with that, Spot got up and left the roof.
"Who woulda thought" Aurora muttered to herself. "A scar could cause me so much trouble."
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A/N-just a quick addition/note. I was thinking, there are lots of stories out there that take place in the time of the newsies, in modern day, some future, and a good number of time travel. Then it hit me, what if I put the newsies and all the oc's in a different time period. Like say, oh I dunno, the 50's? Does that sound good to you guys? I'd really like your input...along with tons of reviews!!!!!
BEYOND THE SMILE: SEQUEL TO GUESS I FORGOT TO SMILE
CHAPTER ONE: SCARED HANDS
Ever since that fateful night, Aurora Capone found herself returning to the roof to think, embracing the cool nights air, the view of the city, and the escape from the noisy, crowded warehouse below her. A slight breeze ruffled her long black hair this night as she sat on the edge, rubbing her fingers along a scar across her left palm. Aurora was lost in her own little world of memories and didn't hear the door creak open or the footsteps softly approaching her.
"Mind if I join you'se?" a voice interrupted her thoughts. Aurora jumped a little from her seat, and turned her head to see Spot Conlon, in all his glory, his stormy eyes peering down at her in a longing way that she didn't notice and his sandy hair being ruffled by the breeze, standing above her.
"It's a free country. Go ahead" Spot set himself down next to Aurora and an awkward silence engulfed the two. It had been like that ever since Spot had won the bet. Spot Conlon, the infamous ladies man who never shut up, who could charm a girl into thinking that she was the queen of England, just couldn't talk around Aurora anymore. Was he intimidated by her? It was hard to say, but he certainly clammed up around her, as did she. Aurora's eyes diverted to the street below her, her mind wandering to that night, a week ago, when she was alone on the roof with Spot, much like this night. As much as she would like to deny, she now sometimes found herself wishing to be back in Spot's embrace, to feel his hand lightly on her face again, his heart beating with hers, and his lips pursed gently on hers. For the past six years, all Aurora had was Fist, who was like a brother to her, and Black Fist. Now it seemed she had the newsies, and Spot too. And for some reason, having them meant a lot to her.
"How goes da sellin?" Spot asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Good" she replied with a nod. He nodded too and looked at his hands.
"Ya enjoyin livin honestly?" he asked with a grin.
"It's different" Aurora said with a slight laugh and a small, barely seen smile. Even though, Spot had given her strength to smile again, Aurora was still a bit wary about smiling, and would only smile when she was around Spot. "It takes gettin used ta."
"I wouldn't know" he said, grin still on his face. Aurora nodded, and went back to rubbing the scar on her palm, a nervous habit of hers. Spot noticed her movement out of the corner of his eyes and out of curiosity, grabbed her hand, turning it palm side up. Aurora's eyes widened as he did this, and she tried to pull her hand back but Spot's grip on her wrist was too strong for her to break free. He grabbed her right hand at this time, causing Aurora to flinch, also turning it palm side up, revealing another scar, almost identical to the one on her left palm. Wordlessly, he pushed up the sleeve of her right arm, exposing the tattoo of a black fist on her upper bicep. Aurora quickly looked away from him, sensing his growing anger.
"Why didn't ya say?" he demanded fiercely, clearly upset from his new discovery.
"It wasn't important" she said sharply, pushing her shirt sleeve back down.
"Wasn't important?!?" he exclaimed. "I didn't know you'se weah one of dem" he said, putting emphasis on the 'dem'.
"And what if ya did?" she shot back. "Would it have made a difference?"
"Yes" he replied. "I didn't question how ya knew him, I jus accepted da fact dat ya did. It didn't occur ta me..." his voice trailed off, and Aurora turned on him.
"Jus cause I'm a goil, right?" she demanded. "Well what if I weah ta tell you'se which of yoah boys ah membah's too, huh? Would ya treat dem da same? Did ya treat dem da same when you'se found out?"
"Of coise I didn't" Spot snapped back. "It was theah choice. I can't prevent my boys from doin what dey decided ta do."
"Well ya couldn't have stopped me" Aurora exclaimed fiercely. "It was six yeahs ago!"
"But I coulda turned ya back ta Fist and had him deal wit ya. I jus thought you'se weah anothah common street thief."
"Well I'm not, ok?" Aurora pushed her hair out of her face, in an angry manner. "Now what?"
"Go back ta wheah ya belong" he spat out, refusing to look at her. "Go back ta da Black Fist. I don need you'se heah."
"Ya don undahstand Spot!" Aurora protested. "I was only ten yeahs old, and I had no wheah ta go. Fist took me in, protected me, took caeah of me, loved me like he might a lil sistah. He was da foist person ta evah show me love, even if it was jus in da brotherly sense." Aurora held up her right palm and thrust it in Spot's face. "Dis is from my pledge of loyalty, on my initiation night, to Fist, as a leadah, and ta Black Fist in general." Aurora held up her left hand at this time, exposing the scar on her palm. "This is from latah dat night when Fist promised ta protect me forevah. When we became blood siblings."
"So?" Spot spat. "I don caeah. Ya shoulda told me ya weah bound ta him, ya weah bound ta da gang. It woulda been nice ta know."
"I hadn't associated wit dem foah seven months when ya caught me Spot" she stated plainly. "I had ta be on my own foah some time. I don do da stuff dey do. I don go around beatin up people who insult us, or workin da streets foah gang money. I'm one of dem, but I'm not" Spot let out a sigh.
"I had a heard enough time learnin ta trust a thief" he looked up at Aurora, his cold eyes filled with betrayal. "But I did. I finally did. And look wheah it took us. Foah da past week, I could call you'se a friend. But friends, dey tell each othah things."
"Oh do dey?" Aurora shot back. "Den what's yoah real name Spot Conlon? Wheah ah ya from? Why ah ya heah? If friends tell each othah things, how come I don know da answers ta does questions? I'm allowed ta keep secrets foah whatevah reasons I have Spot, as ah you'se."
"Fuck you" Spot said plainly with passion. "How dare ya bring dat up."
"How dare you'se" Aurora shot back, jumping up from the edge. "You'se barge up heah and accuse me of who knows what. I don even know what yoah ovah reactin about. Why ah ya mad at me?"
"I'm mad cause ya didn't tell me da truth."
"Well lemee tell ya now Spot, if dat's what ya want. I am a membah of Black Fist, one of the most notorious gangs in Brooklyn, Fist's, the leadah of dat gang, blood sistah, and a thief. But I'm moah den jus dat. I'm a newsie too. And I can be all of does at da same time. Can you'se handle it Spot? Can you'se accept it?"
"Do I have a choice?" he muttered, looking at the street bellow.
"Not really" Aurora said in a lighter tone, sitting back down besides him. "If I had known it meant so much ta you'se, I woulda said something" Spot nodded his head slowly.
"I jus wish I had known..." he let out a sigh.
"I'm sorry" Aurora apologized and Spot patted her hand gently.
"We all have ouah peeves. Mine is dat I like ta know what people, especially my newsies ah involved in. I already know which of my newsies ah membahs of what gangs. It's a rule dat dey tell me, and dat rule applies ta you'se too. Don let it happen again" with that, Spot got up and left the roof.
"Who woulda thought" Aurora muttered to herself. "A scar could cause me so much trouble."
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A/N-just a quick addition/note. I was thinking, there are lots of stories out there that take place in the time of the newsies, in modern day, some future, and a good number of time travel. Then it hit me, what if I put the newsies and all the oc's in a different time period. Like say, oh I dunno, the 50's? Does that sound good to you guys? I'd really like your input...along with tons of reviews!!!!!