If I was the One
(shortened version)
The room bustled with the mixed voices and laughter of both the Brooklyun and Manhattan newsies playing poker. A dark haired girl sat in Jacks lap instructing him on how to play his hand. To the right of him were Pie and Oracle, also wrapped in each others arms. He peered around the room, watching silently like a hawk looking for it's prey. His eyes settled on a clear solemn face. Golden waves fell to her mid-back, and Spot's arm encircled her waist protectively. His eyes met Spots, which were burning with a jealous rage. He quickly averted his eyes, but through his eagle vision he watched Spot kiss her neck, and her head tilted submissively, allowing his invasion.
I see the way he treats you
I feel the tears you cry
He stood, jammed his hands into his pockets, and slipped out of the bunkroom and down the stairs. He crossed the lounge, escaping into the not so fresh night air. He kicked a rock as he walked.
'Life just ain't fair.' He thought to himself. He was grateful though, she'd been his for a few days. He reminisced the awkward relationship they'd shared. Of course he'd known deep down that she'd go back to Spot, even after all he put her through.
And it makes me sad
And it makes me mad
There's nothing I can do baby
'Stupid love.' That made his mind push back to when he'd first realized it. He'd been strangely attracted to her from the moments he'd realized that she was indeed a girl. All of the newsies had taken her for a guy when Oracle had brought her in and introduced her. He, Oracle, and Snoddy had been the only ones to figure out her true identity. He'd wanted so badly to talk to her, to ask her if she'd date him, but who was he in comparison to Jack Kelley or Spot Conlon? Nobody.
He hoisted himself up on the cold statue in Central Square and leaned his head back against the statues knee. 'She woulda shot me down anyway.' He mused.
'Cause your lover is my best friend
And I guess that's where the story ends
Still, a voice in his mind nagged him about her reply to his irrational comparison. She'd stood up for him and told him that had he said something, everything would be different. Chance wouldn't be the living proof that she was Spot's girl. It was too late by the time he'd gathered up the courage to talk to her. He buried his face in his palm.
"I'm a fool."
"Jake?"
But I've gotta try to keep it inside
You will never be, never be mine but
If I was the one who was loving you baby
The only tears you'd cry would be tears of joy
"Jackal." He said in mild shock. "What are you doin' out hea?" She took his hands and he pulled her up next to him.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Jackal, what're ya doin' out hea?" he repeated.
"I don't know." She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a long drag, she said, "Jake, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything." He looked at her confused. She sighed exasperatedly. "I'm sorry for toying with you okay? It wasn't right. You're human, you have emotions like everyone else and the only person I thought about was myself. I'm sorry for that!"
And if I were by your side
You'd never know one lonely night
And if it were my arms you were running to
I'd give you love in these arms of mine
They sat in an awkward silence. Neither of them had expected what she'd said, but she was right. She had been selfish, she did use him, and well, she didn't love him. He smiled sadly, he already knew all of it. But somehow, in some twisted, distorted view of his mind, he still loved her, even through all of that.
He knew that if he were given the choice a million times, he'd still make the same decision.
It was then he noticed that she was crying silently. Hesitantly, he draped an arm around her shoulder and scooted next to her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, the tears continuing to fall.
"It's not in the same way, but I love you." She said softly. She wiped her eyes and laughed nervously. "Come back in with me."
They walked in, hand in hand. All eyes wandered to them, then turned back to what they were doing, all eyes except for those of Spot Conlon. He stood, sliding his cane out of his belt loop.
He watched her face remain calm, and knew she wouldn't let Spot hurt him. A grin tugged at his lips when she squeezed his hand, then let it go. He watched her slink up to him, sit him back down, and sit on his lap, kissing him hard and pressing her body to his tightly.
He wasn't jealous, he wasn't. He'd heard the three little words he'd wanted to hear since he met her, and nothing could change that. Not Spot Conlon, not Joe Pulitzer, not even the King of England could make her take her words back.
He laid back on his bunk and smiled with contempt.
If I were the one in your life
A/N: Well, other then the next songfic, which is halfway done, I'm through with trying to write newsie stuff. And yes, this is a shortened version of the song. I just needed that much to get that idea out of my head. KK, well, the next songfic will also include who each songfic involves, but if you read Oracle, Raven, or my stories, then you'll be able to figure it out ^_^
BY THE WAY
Hellen Waite is in charge of my complaint department.
If you have a complaint, go to.
Hellen Waite.
For the rest of you, reviews are MUCHO appreciated!
The room bustled with the mixed voices and laughter of both the Brooklyun and Manhattan newsies playing poker. A dark haired girl sat in Jacks lap instructing him on how to play his hand. To the right of him were Pie and Oracle, also wrapped in each others arms. He peered around the room, watching silently like a hawk looking for it's prey. His eyes settled on a clear solemn face. Golden waves fell to her mid-back, and Spot's arm encircled her waist protectively. His eyes met Spots, which were burning with a jealous rage. He quickly averted his eyes, but through his eagle vision he watched Spot kiss her neck, and her head tilted submissively, allowing his invasion.
I see the way he treats you
I feel the tears you cry
He stood, jammed his hands into his pockets, and slipped out of the bunkroom and down the stairs. He crossed the lounge, escaping into the not so fresh night air. He kicked a rock as he walked.
'Life just ain't fair.' He thought to himself. He was grateful though, she'd been his for a few days. He reminisced the awkward relationship they'd shared. Of course he'd known deep down that she'd go back to Spot, even after all he put her through.
And it makes me sad
And it makes me mad
There's nothing I can do baby
'Stupid love.' That made his mind push back to when he'd first realized it. He'd been strangely attracted to her from the moments he'd realized that she was indeed a girl. All of the newsies had taken her for a guy when Oracle had brought her in and introduced her. He, Oracle, and Snoddy had been the only ones to figure out her true identity. He'd wanted so badly to talk to her, to ask her if she'd date him, but who was he in comparison to Jack Kelley or Spot Conlon? Nobody.
He hoisted himself up on the cold statue in Central Square and leaned his head back against the statues knee. 'She woulda shot me down anyway.' He mused.
'Cause your lover is my best friend
And I guess that's where the story ends
Still, a voice in his mind nagged him about her reply to his irrational comparison. She'd stood up for him and told him that had he said something, everything would be different. Chance wouldn't be the living proof that she was Spot's girl. It was too late by the time he'd gathered up the courage to talk to her. He buried his face in his palm.
"I'm a fool."
"Jake?"
But I've gotta try to keep it inside
You will never be, never be mine but
If I was the one who was loving you baby
The only tears you'd cry would be tears of joy
"Jackal." He said in mild shock. "What are you doin' out hea?" She took his hands and he pulled her up next to him.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Jackal, what're ya doin' out hea?" he repeated.
"I don't know." She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a long drag, she said, "Jake, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything." He looked at her confused. She sighed exasperatedly. "I'm sorry for toying with you okay? It wasn't right. You're human, you have emotions like everyone else and the only person I thought about was myself. I'm sorry for that!"
And if I were by your side
You'd never know one lonely night
And if it were my arms you were running to
I'd give you love in these arms of mine
They sat in an awkward silence. Neither of them had expected what she'd said, but she was right. She had been selfish, she did use him, and well, she didn't love him. He smiled sadly, he already knew all of it. But somehow, in some twisted, distorted view of his mind, he still loved her, even through all of that.
He knew that if he were given the choice a million times, he'd still make the same decision.
It was then he noticed that she was crying silently. Hesitantly, he draped an arm around her shoulder and scooted next to her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, the tears continuing to fall.
"It's not in the same way, but I love you." She said softly. She wiped her eyes and laughed nervously. "Come back in with me."
They walked in, hand in hand. All eyes wandered to them, then turned back to what they were doing, all eyes except for those of Spot Conlon. He stood, sliding his cane out of his belt loop.
He watched her face remain calm, and knew she wouldn't let Spot hurt him. A grin tugged at his lips when she squeezed his hand, then let it go. He watched her slink up to him, sit him back down, and sit on his lap, kissing him hard and pressing her body to his tightly.
He wasn't jealous, he wasn't. He'd heard the three little words he'd wanted to hear since he met her, and nothing could change that. Not Spot Conlon, not Joe Pulitzer, not even the King of England could make her take her words back.
He laid back on his bunk and smiled with contempt.
If I were the one in your life
A/N: Well, other then the next songfic, which is halfway done, I'm through with trying to write newsie stuff. And yes, this is a shortened version of the song. I just needed that much to get that idea out of my head. KK, well, the next songfic will also include who each songfic involves, but if you read Oracle, Raven, or my stories, then you'll be able to figure it out ^_^
BY THE WAY
Hellen Waite is in charge of my complaint department.
If you have a complaint, go to.
Hellen Waite.
For the rest of you, reviews are MUCHO appreciated!