"Look at me, I'm the King of New Yooooooork!" I sang, as I danced down the hallways, back toward Dave's room. At this point, I suppose I should mention that I am a bona fide drama freak. Eh, so sue me. But I also like to kick butt, so it's all good, y'know? As I walked toward his room, I spotted two heads of hair that looked very familiar: Race's black one, and Mush's dark brown. Saturday's and my boyfriends, respectively.
"Mush!" I yelled, as loudly as I could inside the hospital.
"Quarter! What's up?" Quarter is his nickname for me. I think it's cute.
"Why are youse two here?" I asked.
"Where's Izzy?!" asked Race. He kinda has a one-track mind. And Izzy is that track. Kind of sickly-cute, but he's extremely devoted. Izzy poked her head out of the room and said, with a grin on her face, "I thought I heard my Italian asshole of a boyfriend." I swear. But Mush sometimes does that, too, so I guess we're even.
I gave Mush a kiss and asked, "Who called you two?"
"Liz. She figured you'd want us around."
"She's not wrong."
We walked in and saw that Spot and Itey had left.
"Where'd Conlon go?"
"They said that they were hungry. They just didn't say what for."
Everyone except Liz laughed. She glanced over at Dave for what I assumed was the hundredth time, and said, "I need some real food. Do they have hamburgers here? Or cheeseburgers? And fries? Yummy."
"You work here, Spits. You tell us" Dutchy said.
"I don't memorize the grill menu!" came the response.
"Well" said Izzy, in between Race's lips on her neck, "Why don't we go get somethin' ta eat? Lizzy, you look like death warmed over."
"Thanks a lot!" came the very dry response. But she laughed.
I sighed in contentment. I love my friends.
SAPPHY"I love mangos, and I love bananas!" I sang, dancing around my room on a caffeine high. Yes, never give me sugar or caffeine, except in very large amounts.
"Ain't it a fine life, staring at my Newsies poster wall!" I kill myself. "Ain't it a fine life, loving all the Newsies, one and all!" I couldn't think of any more lyrics, so I just sort of stopped. Yes, I'm bizarre. But then again, who isn't? That's what makes me, well, me! Ooh, brainstorm!
"Every mornin' wake up, give 'em kisses! They do anything I want, 'cause they're my bitches! What a fine life, loving all the Newsies, one and all!"
My phone rang. "Hello, Her Royal Sapphiness speaking."
"Hey, Sapph" came the voice of my friend Liz on the other end of the line. "You think you can do me a small favor?"
"Depends on what it is."
"Swing by my house, get my backpack, and bring it to St. Joe's, so I can get started on my homework."
"Why're you at St. Joe's?! Are youse in trouble?!"
"Calm down, Sapph. I'm fine. My friend has an accident, so he's in here."
I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't in traction, or something, as a result of one of her stupid stunts.
"Sure. What room?"
"526. East Tower, the new addition. Thanks, Sapph. You wanna stay for dinner, or anything? We're dining in excellence at the hospital grill."
I laughed with her. "Sure. You payin'?"
"What am I, made of money?!"
I laughed again. "Guessing that's a 'no', am I correct?"
"Righty-O."
"I'll be there in about 20 minutes, possibly 30."
"That's going twice the speed limit, right?" she asked wryly.
"You know it! Bye."
"Bye."
I kissed my Newsies poster, and headed out the door. I am SAPPHY! Bow before my awesome RANDOMNESS!! Sometimes I even scare myself. LAAAAA! Anyways, I really like Liz's house, it looks like she designed it. It's got all different angles, a wrap-around deck, an all-glass kitchen, and balconies. No fair! So, I slid into my car, adjusted the mirror my mother ALWAYS changes when she drives my car (AARGH!!), and took off toward Brooklyn Heights. Along the way, my Newsies soundtrack, "Carryin' The Banner" stuck on repeat, serenaded me most enjoyably. Yes, that was the tune I parodied a moment ago, but they do it SOOOO much better. I got to Liz's house, found her stuff, and zipped over to St. Joe's. Doing, as I'd said, twice the speed limit. I found the gang clustered around a table in Dave's room, waiting, it seemed, for me.
"Ah, Her Royal Sapphiness!" Skitts quipped. God, he's sexy! If he wasn't gay, well…let's just say he wouldn't look twice at anyone else, guy or girl. Yeah, I have kind of a possessive complex. SO WHAT?!
"Has he woke up yet?" I asked, 'cause, to be honest, he didn't look so good.
"Not yet. Are we gonna go eat, or what?" asked Snitch, rather impatiently.
Everybody laughed. "Yeah, we're goin'!" Liz chuckled.
Everyone got up except Blink. "I wanna stay here in case he wakes up" he said, by way of explanation. He gave Liz a fiver, and told her to get him some chips, a Pepsi, and a 'cheeseboiga with extra pickles'. And we all trooped out.
BLINK"Good morning, beautiful. How was your night? Mine was wonderful with you by my side, and when I open my eyes, and see your sweet face, it's a good morning beautiful day." Yeah, it's like somethin' out of a movie, I'm sittin' here, strokin' his hair, singing to him, but I can't help it. I want so desperately for him to get well, that it kind of makes me crazy. I was ready to kill Spot, and only seven years of friendship kept me from wringing his skinny neck. Actually, Sapphy sort of got my revenge for me. As they were walking out the door, I heard the sharp 'crack!' as she slapped Spot hard upside the head. He called her some pretty unflattering names, but Race cussed him out in Italian, and since he couldn't understand, he shut up.
I thought back to the time I first laid eyes on him, six hours ago. God, he'd gotten sexier, if that was possible. Or maybe I was just blinded by a strange mixture of love, worry, affection, and a shot of lust. I kinda got a glimpse of his ass when they admitted him and wrangled him into one of those stupid little hospital gowns. I think I had the equivalent of a male hot flash. I mean, I was turned on to kingdom come! WOO! Anyways…, I didn't know how to fill the empty space, so I just started talking.
"So, Davey-boi… how 'bout those Dodgers?" There was no response, of course, but it felt good to break the silence.
"Ya know, we've got more in common then you might think. We like the same kinds of music, we like to pig out at McDonalds, hell"-I grinned-"We both got roped into this situation by Liz." I was desperately searching for common ground, but it's hard when your conversations are kinda one-sided. I looked down at him, his lips slightly parted, his sheet pushed down, his gown bunched up around his hips. WOO! 'Nother male hot flash. But, being the good guy that I am, I adjusted his gown, then fixed his sheet. I brushed some hair out his face, and studied him. His complexion was slightly olive; he had smoky eyelashes, long and dark, and lips to rival Angelina Jolie's. I wiped a line of sweat off his temple, then wiped my hand on my jeans. My fingers tingled slightly at the contact, but in a very good way. He stirred a little bit, and I remembered the doctor saying, "His body's got to sweat out some of the toxins. We can't totally flush his system, it might shut down his kidneys."
So Dave's doin' battle within himself, and who knows when he'll wake up? Even in a drug-induced sleep, he's gorgeous, and I've fallen totally in love with this miracle from heaven who likes Guns 'n' Roses, puts up with all our quirks, and whose life I had a small hand in saving. You gotta take the good with the bad, the high times with the hard times, y'know? And this would definitely qualify as a hard time. But there were lots of high times today, so, in the words of Liz, "It's all good".
I caught myself looking at his lips again, and wondering if they were as soft as they looked, or if I was just imagining it.
I couldn't help it. I leaned over and kissed him. I felt him stir, and felt his lips start to kiss back. I pulled back, and looked at him. His eyelids fluttered-and then opened.
God, I am SO mortified.
SHOUTOUTS:
SAPPHY: There, you got to smack upside the head, and Race stuck up for you by cussin' him out in Italian. Don't worry, Izzy. He still only has eyes for you. Yeah, I'm gonna make you, Her Royal Sapphiness, instrumental in getting those two crazy kids together. God, this is gonna be FUN!
SATURDAY: Yeah, sometimes I feel like I really know you. It's kinda weird, that I could nail all those one-liners, and make them sound so much like you. Creepy, huh? But in a good way. Did you like that I made Race your boyfriend? I hope you did. I'm probably gonna get tackled from happiness, but trust me, I'm gettin' used to it. I LOVED the update on 'The Island'. Awesomeness. I can't BELIEVE Spot wants out. Oh, well. Ces't la vie. Ciao!
COIN: You lucky dog! You get the guy with the BEST abs and pecs in the lodging house. Oh, yeah. I wrote it that way. DUH! slaps head LOL! Anyways, did you like your POV? Do I need to tweak your personality in any way? Let me know if I do. Hope you like!
Ccatt: Thanx for the review, my reviewers EXUDE awesomeness! My brain is running out of ideas, I need a new one. Preferably with all the lines in Newsies programmed into it, so I could quote it at random intervals. That would ROCK!!
BoogityWhoop14: Yeah, Spot's a moron. Oh, well. We love 'im anyway, don't wese, Spottie?
Dutchy: HEY!!
ME: Dutchy, you know I love you.
Dutchy: Ok, then.
Elvenrarehunter: Yeah, Shrek 2 is AWESOME! You should tie your friend to a chair, and FORCE her to watch Newsies, see what happens. Ciao!
Erin Go Bragh: Davey isn't doped up by choice, it's 'cause Spot is a moron. Love ya, thanx for the review!