A/N-wow. It does feel good to be back! I'm so happy to get so wonderful
reviews from you, it feels good to be missed. Hmmm, cameos you say? Will
there be cameos? I don't know for suure, BUT I'm gonna consider it. Maybe
there will be cameos, whoo knows! Oh, I'm so cruel aren't I? So what is
this story going to be about you ask? Now, I couldn't tell you that, that
would spoil everything! Goodness *shakes head*. However, there will be
some past of Aurora and her involvement in Black Fist and what her role in
Black Fist. Of course, there's gonna be other stuff(pssst! Hope you guys
didn't forget about the bet...that IS what the last story was based on...*sigh*
don't forget the bet!). Uh...uh.... I have suddenly run out of things to say.
A shock, I know. But good news because that means...
CHAPTER TWO: SMITTEN? I THINK SO!
Spot sat on his bed in his room, feeling like a complete and utter idiot. He had let his stubborn, nosy, stuck-up, egotistical leader traits get the best of him up on the roof when he really shouldn't have. Maybe if it were someone else, he would have handled the situation differently. But it always seemed that when he was around Aurora he had to show her up. It was as if he was trying to win her attention, and impress her, the girl who had told him exactly what he wanted in a girl and the girl who he knew wouldn't be impressed by him acting like a jerk. A knock on the door interrupted his profound thoughts and he let out an irritated sigh.
"Who is it?" he mumbled with irritation in his voice, half-expecting it to be Aurora.
"Jazz" a female voice replied softly. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah" he said with another sigh, but this one was a sigh of relief. A short girl, with shoulder length brown hair and dark eyes stepped almost timidly into the room. After closing the door gently behind her, she stood in the middle of the room facing Spot, wringing her hands together anxiously.
"I wanted ta talk ta you'se" she said softly. Spot gave a nod, indicating for her to continue. "Well..." she said with a twist of her hands. "It's jus dat...I don know how ta say dis. I mean ask dis."
"Yes...?" Spot prompted patiently, glad to have his mind off the previous incident.
"Maybe it's dat I think you'll get mad so I'm askin yoah permission" Jazz continued on with a little struggle. "I...uh...was wonderin if it would be alright wit you'se if I weah ta move ta da Manhattan borough?"
"Why would ya want ta do dat?" Spot asked in a gentle manner. He knew that Jazz was one of the more delicate newsie girls in Brooklyn, and he would always try to be gentle and patient when dealing with her, leaving behind his impatient and cocky side.
"I...uh...it's cause of Race. I wanna be closah ta him" she finally admitted, her tan cheeks flushing red from embarrassment of admitting the fact.
"I didn't know anythin was goin on between you'se two" Spot said honestly, thinking back to the party when Race had introduced him to Cheers, with a small grin. Race sure seemed to go through the girls quickly. A chuckle escaped his lips and he looked up to see Jazz looking a little aghast at his reaction. "It's not you'se...theah's somethin goin on between da two of you'se?" he prompted.
"Well...it jus stahted."
"So yoah gonna move ta Manhattan foah a barely existent relationship" Spot clarified.
"NO!" Jazz exclaimed passionately, and quite loudly for the meek girl, much to Spot's surprise for he didn't know that Jazz could speak that loudly. "It's a real relationship" she said in a softer tone. "I can feel it."
"Jazz..." Spot said in a soft voice, for him that is. "Come heah" Jazz hesitantly made her way over to the bed. Spot patted the spot next to him and she awkwardly took a seat. In a big brother like manner, even though Spot was a only six months older than her, he put his arm over her shoulder. "Now, I'm not gonna say no, cause it's solely yoah decision what ya do. But, think about what yoah doin foist. Ah ya shoah dat dis is da right thing ta do?" Without giving it much thought, Jazz quickly nodded her head, and Spot sighed. "Alright den, go. But please be caeahful Jazz" he warned. "I don wanna see ya gettin yoahself hoit."
"Oh thank you'se Spot!" she exclaimed, giving him a small hug and then jumping up from the bed. "Thanks!" Cheerfully, she bounced out of his room and Spot shook his head to himself before the full force of what had just happened hit him in the face. How could he be so kind and understanding with jazz when he had pushed Aurora aside, barely giving her the time of day to explain herself, and then when she presented a logical explanation he didn't accept it. Why had he given Jazz permission to leave, a do something that might not be the best thing to do and not entirely in her best interest, and yelled at Aurora for a decision she had made six years ago in her own best interest at the time. Without giving any more time to the thought, Spot got up from the bed, knowing just was it was he had to do to set things right. He was reaching for the doorknob just as the door swung open, smacking Spot right in the face.
"Shit!" he exclaimed in pain, opening his eyes to see a very pissed off Aurora in front of him. "Haven't you'se evah hoid of knocking?"
"Why should I?" she shot back. "Anyway, I jus wanted ta let you'se know dat I'm leavin. Jus like ya asked" Aurora turned to leave but Spot grabbed her by the wrist.
"No" he said firmly. "Don leave. I didn't mean what I said. I thought it ovah and realized how wrong, and how much of a joik I was" when Spot admitted this, Aurora nodded her head verifying his suspicions. "I...I was gonna tell you'se I was sorry befoah I got hit in da face by a door" a small, elusive, smile crept over Aurora's face at this remark.
"Well ya got what you'se desoived. A swift hit in da face by reality...and a door. Ya shouldn't have said what ya said. But ya did. Ya can't really take it back now. I've made up my mind and theah's nothin you'se can do about it ta make me stay."
"You owe me" Spot pointed out. "Ya promised ta stay a newsie, give me as much respect as ya could...plus, how could we forget ouah othah bargain, which ya still have ta complete" a grin crept over Spot's lips and Aurora glared at him, before he continued. "So ya have ta stay, cause a bet is a bet" Aurora opened her mouth to interject but Spot carried on. "Plus...even if it weahn't foah dat bet, I'd still want ya ta stay."
"Dammit Spot" Aurora said in defeat, a small look of relief crossing her eyes before it quickly disappeared. "You've always got me beat" she turned to walk out of the bedroom.
"Hey Aurora" Spot said, and Aurora turned her head. "I am sorry bout what I said."
"I know" she replied with a sly smile and walked out, closing the door behind her, leaving Spot a little more befuddled, as she normally left him, and a little more smitten.
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BTW, does anyone know HTML for ff.net? I can never seem to get it to work and I need help! If you do, e-mail or IM me. And, if you didn't see the A/N at the bottom of last chap, check it out, I would love your opinions(as long as your reviews of course. Gotta love those reviews!) Thanks tons! Toodles!
CHAPTER TWO: SMITTEN? I THINK SO!
Spot sat on his bed in his room, feeling like a complete and utter idiot. He had let his stubborn, nosy, stuck-up, egotistical leader traits get the best of him up on the roof when he really shouldn't have. Maybe if it were someone else, he would have handled the situation differently. But it always seemed that when he was around Aurora he had to show her up. It was as if he was trying to win her attention, and impress her, the girl who had told him exactly what he wanted in a girl and the girl who he knew wouldn't be impressed by him acting like a jerk. A knock on the door interrupted his profound thoughts and he let out an irritated sigh.
"Who is it?" he mumbled with irritation in his voice, half-expecting it to be Aurora.
"Jazz" a female voice replied softly. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah" he said with another sigh, but this one was a sigh of relief. A short girl, with shoulder length brown hair and dark eyes stepped almost timidly into the room. After closing the door gently behind her, she stood in the middle of the room facing Spot, wringing her hands together anxiously.
"I wanted ta talk ta you'se" she said softly. Spot gave a nod, indicating for her to continue. "Well..." she said with a twist of her hands. "It's jus dat...I don know how ta say dis. I mean ask dis."
"Yes...?" Spot prompted patiently, glad to have his mind off the previous incident.
"Maybe it's dat I think you'll get mad so I'm askin yoah permission" Jazz continued on with a little struggle. "I...uh...was wonderin if it would be alright wit you'se if I weah ta move ta da Manhattan borough?"
"Why would ya want ta do dat?" Spot asked in a gentle manner. He knew that Jazz was one of the more delicate newsie girls in Brooklyn, and he would always try to be gentle and patient when dealing with her, leaving behind his impatient and cocky side.
"I...uh...it's cause of Race. I wanna be closah ta him" she finally admitted, her tan cheeks flushing red from embarrassment of admitting the fact.
"I didn't know anythin was goin on between you'se two" Spot said honestly, thinking back to the party when Race had introduced him to Cheers, with a small grin. Race sure seemed to go through the girls quickly. A chuckle escaped his lips and he looked up to see Jazz looking a little aghast at his reaction. "It's not you'se...theah's somethin goin on between da two of you'se?" he prompted.
"Well...it jus stahted."
"So yoah gonna move ta Manhattan foah a barely existent relationship" Spot clarified.
"NO!" Jazz exclaimed passionately, and quite loudly for the meek girl, much to Spot's surprise for he didn't know that Jazz could speak that loudly. "It's a real relationship" she said in a softer tone. "I can feel it."
"Jazz..." Spot said in a soft voice, for him that is. "Come heah" Jazz hesitantly made her way over to the bed. Spot patted the spot next to him and she awkwardly took a seat. In a big brother like manner, even though Spot was a only six months older than her, he put his arm over her shoulder. "Now, I'm not gonna say no, cause it's solely yoah decision what ya do. But, think about what yoah doin foist. Ah ya shoah dat dis is da right thing ta do?" Without giving it much thought, Jazz quickly nodded her head, and Spot sighed. "Alright den, go. But please be caeahful Jazz" he warned. "I don wanna see ya gettin yoahself hoit."
"Oh thank you'se Spot!" she exclaimed, giving him a small hug and then jumping up from the bed. "Thanks!" Cheerfully, she bounced out of his room and Spot shook his head to himself before the full force of what had just happened hit him in the face. How could he be so kind and understanding with jazz when he had pushed Aurora aside, barely giving her the time of day to explain herself, and then when she presented a logical explanation he didn't accept it. Why had he given Jazz permission to leave, a do something that might not be the best thing to do and not entirely in her best interest, and yelled at Aurora for a decision she had made six years ago in her own best interest at the time. Without giving any more time to the thought, Spot got up from the bed, knowing just was it was he had to do to set things right. He was reaching for the doorknob just as the door swung open, smacking Spot right in the face.
"Shit!" he exclaimed in pain, opening his eyes to see a very pissed off Aurora in front of him. "Haven't you'se evah hoid of knocking?"
"Why should I?" she shot back. "Anyway, I jus wanted ta let you'se know dat I'm leavin. Jus like ya asked" Aurora turned to leave but Spot grabbed her by the wrist.
"No" he said firmly. "Don leave. I didn't mean what I said. I thought it ovah and realized how wrong, and how much of a joik I was" when Spot admitted this, Aurora nodded her head verifying his suspicions. "I...I was gonna tell you'se I was sorry befoah I got hit in da face by a door" a small, elusive, smile crept over Aurora's face at this remark.
"Well ya got what you'se desoived. A swift hit in da face by reality...and a door. Ya shouldn't have said what ya said. But ya did. Ya can't really take it back now. I've made up my mind and theah's nothin you'se can do about it ta make me stay."
"You owe me" Spot pointed out. "Ya promised ta stay a newsie, give me as much respect as ya could...plus, how could we forget ouah othah bargain, which ya still have ta complete" a grin crept over Spot's lips and Aurora glared at him, before he continued. "So ya have ta stay, cause a bet is a bet" Aurora opened her mouth to interject but Spot carried on. "Plus...even if it weahn't foah dat bet, I'd still want ya ta stay."
"Dammit Spot" Aurora said in defeat, a small look of relief crossing her eyes before it quickly disappeared. "You've always got me beat" she turned to walk out of the bedroom.
"Hey Aurora" Spot said, and Aurora turned her head. "I am sorry bout what I said."
"I know" she replied with a sly smile and walked out, closing the door behind her, leaving Spot a little more befuddled, as she normally left him, and a little more smitten.
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BTW, does anyone know HTML for ff.net? I can never seem to get it to work and I need help! If you do, e-mail or IM me. And, if you didn't see the A/N at the bottom of last chap, check it out, I would love your opinions(as long as your reviews of course. Gotta love those reviews!) Thanks tons! Toodles!