Disclaimer: I do not; I repeat DO NOT own Newsies. Disney owns Newsies; I
do not own Disney either. I do not own Snitch, he is owned by Disney and
Dee Caspary. I do not own Specs, he is owned by Mark David/Disney,
Jack/Christian Bale/Disney, Jake/Joseph Conrad/Disney, Oscar/Shon
Greenblatt/Disney, Itey/Dominic Maldonado/Disney, Skittery/Michael
Goorjian/Disney, Mush/Aaron Lohr/Disney, Dutchy/Ivan Dudynsky/Disney, etc.
I do not own Tag Along, she is owned by Becky. *waves to Becky* The only
person I do own would be Liz/Ace, she is owned by me (as I already said).
So, yeah, Liz belongs to SnitchsLins/Trigger/Lindsey, what have you.
Wow! Geez it took me so long to put this chapter up, I'm really sorry about that guys! This is a new one, I have been procrastinating about putting this chapter up! LOL! It's been written for like a long time now, I just didn't put it up. So, I promised Tag that if I didn't have school today that I'd put it up. So, lo and behold, no school and here it is!
Here is a special SO to my two beta readers:
Blue Boxer ~~ Oh my sister! Thank you so much for getting involved with my fic! Haha, yeah you're gonna be in it! LOL. I'm not sure when I can put the "actual" you in the story. I'm still working on it, but I promise you that you and your ideas that we came up with will be in it! Thanks so much for reading and checking over my story, it's been great being able to talk to you about my fic! I was a bit scared at first that you were reading it, because of the foul language and the situations. But, you have been great! I thank you so much! Love ya! *muah*
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Now, before I get to the fic; this chapter and the next chapter will have warning labels on them. This chapter is called Spot Comes to 'Hattan Part I, so when Spot comes you know that it's gonna be bad. There are some situations that are really kinda bad. But the warning part is just for foul language. So I'm warning you guys. If you hate the 'f' word, then just skim through this chapter and the next chapter. I think there are approximately 34 uses of the 'f' word. So, here is the warning:
WARNING: This chapter and the next chapter has tons and millions of tons of bad words in (mostly the 'f' word), but Spot comes to Manhattan and as all of you know he is a foul mouth as it is. So, just to warn you before hand; just don't pay attention to it if you don't like it!
So, I will no longer pester you and here is the chapter!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 9: Spot Comes to 'Hattan Part I
They sold their papers quite well that day. People just seemed to pass by right and left. Usually only a few would come, and then closer to dinner more and more people would pass by. They sold all of their papers a little before 3 o'clock. It was a bit early to go to Tibby's and they both weren't that hungry. Snitch, not hungry?!? That was a bit of a surprise. He always ate, whether he was hungry or not. If someone offered him food, he'd take it without any questions asked. Liz was very, very different from him. She ate only when she wanted to; sometimes she wouldn't eat at all. Going a day or two without food didn't bother her a bit, because it was what she was used to.
The sky began to open up as flurries and snowflakes began to fall from the gray cloudy November sky. Snitch hugged himself, trying to keep warm. His breath vaporized in the open air as he breathed in and out. His hazel eyes sparkled as he gazed up at the snow filled sky. His warm skin quickly became cold as the wind blew between the holes in his old clothes. His hands rested nicely under his arm pits with his arms wrapped around himself. He stood in silence for a while just gazing at the snow falling around him. He loved the snow; he thought it was a beautiful sight to see. The ivory crystals falling from the sky was what he always looked forward to in the winter. It gave him a sign of hope; even if the earth froze and the sky turned gray, he'd always wait for the white specks of snow to fall and whiten the dirty streets. It'd lie peacefully on the streets cleaning the dirt and blood from them. Snow brought back peaceful and good memories of his childhood at his real home. He'd wake up and run to the window panes to look at the frost and snow dancing outside of them. Just the mere thought of something so beautiful in a not so beautiful place or situation made him want to go on. It was the little things in life that he didn't take for granted, mostly because all he had were the little things. Growing up a street rat, it was a lesson that could be and was usually not easily learned.
Liz, on the other hand, had only one thing that gave her hope. She used God for a hope. He was her faith, He was the one who gave her all the faith that she had. Unlike Snitch, she was an optimist; always looking for all the good she could find in people. It was her way of living, always trusting people with all the trust that she ever had. Most people thought it was stupid and that she was dumb for doing so, but it was something that she always had done and couldn't stop doing. Mush thought she was crazy for trusting Oscar through the years. He told her that trusting someone like him; she'd live a short life and die an early death. She believed him, but it still didn't convince her. Yes, she was young and naïve. But, what was she supposed to be? She was brought up to what she saw and heard, not by what she was taught. Seeing and hearing was how she was taught to learn. It was her way; it was either her way, or no way.
The sky opened up more, letting bigger flakes fall. A huffing sound was heard coming out from around a corner, making the two stop thinking about useless crap. Mush ran over to them, not huffing from fear and panic, but from lack of breath. He'd been running all the way from the Bowery, where he sold his papes.
"Hey guys! Guess whose comin' tah 'Hattan?" He said as wiped his forehead, getting rid of the sweat that built up by his running.
"Santa Claus!" Snitch yelled as he laughed at Mush. It was an inside joke that happened last year. It's kind of hard to explain, but to get to the point, something was brought up about Santa Clause and Mush admitted that he still believed in him. Since then, Snitch just had to pick on him about it.
"Aha! Shut up!" He wiped the smile off his face. "Seriously guys, guess whose comin' tah 'Hattan, tahnight!" He said with excitement.
"The circus!" Liz screamed as she and Snitch both cracked up laughing.
"No losers! Spot!" He smiled with excitement. He worshiped Spot. Spot Conlon, a Brooklyn Newsie, was coming to Manhattan. Now, Spot wasn't just any Newsie, he was the most respected and famous Newsie in all of New York, and probably everywhere else. (A/N: Thanks Davey! Love the line, and the brown nosing! Haha!) Mush idolized Spot and all the "bigger" Newsies. He wanted so badly to be "in their whole clique thing". He wanted to be in the "in crowd". I mean, who doesn't? He didn't want to be his own person, he wanted to be like everyone else, and if it meant sucking up to people that he knew were doing everything wrong, he'd do it.
"Spot's comin' tah 'Hattan? Since when?" Snitch said, a bit skeptical.
Mush nodded his head. "Since I went an' talked tah 'im." He lied. He wouldn't dare go to Brooklyn alone, maybe if someone like Jack came along. The Brookynites were a bit rough and a tad bit mean at times, and they didn't appreciate young 'Hattan boys coming to "their" territory. It wasn't a whole turf thing or anything like that. There was no turf, only the Brooklyn Bridge. It was more of the Brookynites thinking that they were better than the other New York Newsies because they had such a big leader on their grounds. It was more egotistical than anything else.
"When did ya talk tah 'im, Mush? Is dat where ya got dat shinah?" Snitch laughed as Liz gave him a small punch in the arm, signaling that she wanted him to stop teasing Mush.
"Nah assface!" Liz cracked up laughing at Mush's insult. "I went up dere wid Jack tahday an' Spot said he'd come tah 'Hattan jist forah old times sake. An' dis shinah I got from-"
"Runnin' intah a tree?" Snitch joked.
"Forget it!" Mush gave up and went to leave.
"Aww c'mon, Mush. No really, we're jist jokin'." Liz said, grabbing Mush's arm to turn him around. He rolled his eyes and turned around. "Now Snitch, say you're sorry." She demanded.
He gave her a look as if he were saying "in your dreams". She gave him an impatient look. He rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath "sorry."
"What?!? I didn't know if you was talkin' tah me or Mush. Now say it again."
"I'm sorry, Mush." He said looking at him.
Liz smiled, loving her control over Snitch. "Now give 'im a hug." She joked.
Snitch's eyes got so wide. "What! Are you nuts, no f-ing way." (A/N: he didn't use the "f" word; he really used f-ing.)
"Yeah, no way!" Mush said back moving away from her as she laughed. "So, you guys comin'?"
They both looked at each other, letting the other decide what they wanted to do. They both shrugged. "What do ya got planned?" Snitch asked as he took Liz's hand.
Mush started into a laughing fit. "Planned? Since when have I planned anything? I've nevah planned anythin' in my life!" Mush said in between laughs.
Snitch pointed at Mush as he said "Remembah dat time wid you an' Jolly? You was talkin' tah me 'bout how ya wanted tah do-"
"Hey, hey!" He said, stopping Snitch in his words. "Lady - here - c'mon." He said, putting on an innocent sweet smile.
Shaking her head as she tried not to grin, "Such a charmer, Mush. Such a charmer." She poked.
He just closed his eyes and shrugged, putting on a squeaky clean smile, as someone hit him in the shoulder. Kid Blink's smiling face walked past him. He was always smiling, it seemed. The patch and the one eye didn't spoil anything in his life. "Hey guys."
"Hey." Snitch said nodding at him.
"Hey." Liz said softly in her high pitched voice.
Mush didn't say a word; he was just biting away at his thumb nail. He wrinkled his nose a bit, trying to dislocate it from his finger.
"Ahem, anyway. You guy's gonna come wid me, Spot, an' Mush tahnight? We're gonna just run 'round da city, maybe latah hang around a LH an' play some of Spot's infamous games." He laughed. Everyone who played Spot's games either loved them to death, or hated them with a passion. Spot was always the leader; of course, he was basically the leader to all the Newsies.
"Yeah, when's 'e gonna be heah?" Snitch asked, tugging lightly on Liz's hand, making her look away from Mush, still biting his nail.
"Oh he's already heah. He's just hanging around wid Jack right now; ya know catchin' up on all da details of his latest goils and shit."
Mush looked up at Blink when he heard the word 'girls'.
"What are ya his messenger now or somethin'?" Mush asked.
"Yeah, well at least I don't worship dat bastard like you do." He argued with Mush.
"Oh of course ya would, you liar! You told me dat you wished you was damn Spot!" Mush threw back at him.
"Oh shut up, bitch!" Blink screamed as he pushed him away.
"Oh so I'm a bitch now?"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah?" Mush said pushing him back.
"Yeah, you're a bitch, bitch!" Blink pushed him a bit harder this time.
"Oh why don't ya just go fuck 'im up da ass, you fucker!" Mush screamed as he punched Blink's only good eye.
Blink screamed as he grabbed Mush around the neck and started punching him.
Snitch and Liz slapped their foreheads. Mush and Blink fighting wasn't an unusual sight. They were really good friends, they just liked to fight and get on each other's nerves.
Out of no where, a voice said "Hey break it up, break it up." Spot's voice echoed in the alley as he pulled the two fighting boys apart. The blonde haired Newsie was infamous in New York City. He was feared by most, but liked by few. He appeared to be tough and mean, his piercing blue eyes appeared to be fiery with rage when they needed to be, but mostly they were just crystal and calm. He was a shorter Newsie, not very tall for the age of 16. He had a cane, which he would use when he needed to soak someone; it was just to look intimidating. He fooled a lot of people by his ego and his tough appearance. But, to his friends he was just like everyone else. He laughed like everyone else, he joked around like everyone else, and he played around like everyone else. He was only intimidating when he wanted to be. "What da fuck guys?" Spot said, holding them back from each other. Both boys had a bloody nose.
"He started it!" Mush screamed as he pointed to Blink, who was wiping the blood away from his nose.
"I did not you lying fuck!" He yelled back.
"I don't care who da fuck started it! You're both dumb fucks! Now shut up!" Spot screamed, hitting Blink upside the head as he walked away. "I came tah 'Hattan tah be wid me friends, not tah sit around an' watch some dumb fucks beat da shit outtah each other! God damn it guys! Don't bring me down!" He fiddled with his cane for a bit as he gritted his teeth; walking around thinking.
No one dared to speak. Spot had the floor. He had the first word and he had the last word. No one dared to challenge him.
"So what should we do?" He put his hand on his chin and thought for a second, while everyone eyed each other, not wanting to make suggestions; that was Spot's job. He mumbled some things to himself as he walked around, deep in thought. "How 'bout we go tah my place an' do some good shit dere?" His bright eyes smiled, even when his mouth didn't.
"What?!?" A high pitched voice broke the silence. "Are you nuts? We ain't goin' tah Brooklyn, ya just got heah."
He frowned, angry that someone dared to argue with him. "Why da fuck not?"
Liz rolled her eyes. "Why not? 'Cause da las' time I went tah Brooklyn, I almost got fucked!"
He gave her a look of incomprehension, as if he was saying "so what's your point". "Well, da Brookynites are horn dogs, so what."
"So what?!? So what?!? I'll tell ya what; you came tah 'Hattan. An' you stay in 'Hattan! What is the point of coming tah 'Hattan, if you're gonna leave an' go back tah Brooklyn anyway? Huh?"
"So, I'll talk wid 'em." He suggested.
"Spot, you know da Brookynites bettah den any one of us. You are a Brookynite! I can tell ya dat dey only got one thing on dere minds an' it ain't talk." She said frowning.
"Yeah Spot, she's right, I mean ya came tah be wid 'Hattan. 'Hattan can come tah Brooklyn sometime, but you came heah, tah be wid us." Blink agreed.
Spot let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "Alright, we can stay heah. But dat don't mean dat you win! No one won dis argument, I backed out. Alright?" He waited until everyone nodded. "Alright, how 'bout we just run around da city an' wreck havoc on it, eh? We can do some fun shit!" He said walked away. The others followed.
They had conversations with themselves. Spot was talking to Mush and Blink about his recent girl; or should I say his "girl of the week". He was always changing girls. Mush and Blink were the same way. Blink was more respectable towards girls, he'd get to know them first, and then he'd decide to take it to the next level. Mush was quite a charmer, he'd charm the girls with his good looks and his sweet face, then when he had them under his spell, he'd make his move. He'd get laid probably once every week or so.
"Spot, so who's your goil dis week?" Mush asked as he tripped over something in the street.
Spot flung his blonde hair out of his eyes. "Eh? I kinda forget 'er name at da moment. I'll get back tah ya on da name part." The guys just laughed as he continued to describe his latest love interest. He'd describe her in tons upon tons of detail, even leaving in some crap that no one needed to know. He'd continue about how they first met, what pick up lines he used, etc. Mush and Blink patted him on the back as they cracked up laughing.
Snitch was more respectable than those three guys. He was a virgin and had only thought about sex with one person. I bet you can guess who that is. (A/N: Me! Haha, okay sorry back to the story)
"I remembah when you used tah tell me dat sort'a stuff once." Liz said, her hand tightly gripped to his.
"What are ya talkin' 'bout?"
"Da stuff dat Blink an' Mush talk about. You used tah tell me everythin', Snitch. Even more den I wanted tah heah." She tried tah explain.
"About?"
"Oh my God! Snitch, just admit it, you are a horn dog." He looked shocked at her comment.
"What? When? I - I" He tried to explain, denying everything.
"Come on, Snitch. You're a guy; you're entitled tah think 'bout it." She said smiling at him.
"Think about what?" He said innocently.
"Oh my God! Keep up wid me forah a half a minute, Snitch please!" She begged. "You know what I'm talking about, Snitch. Don't lie."
"I ain't lyin', I have no idea what you're talkin' about." He lied, wanting to make sure she was talking about what he thought she was talking about.
"Sex, Snitch! I'm talking about sex!" She yelled, a little too loudly. All the conversations stopped and everyone stared at them.
Silence.
"Yeah!" Mush yelled as he ran back to Snitch and patted him on the back. Snitch just stood there, blushing profusely. Kid Blink made a crooked smile and giggled a bit. Spot's face was plastered with the biggest grin as he spoke a few comments, followed by a few humping gestures.
"Woah, woah! Hold on a minute." Liz yelled, stopping everyone from what they were doing. "We -" She stumbled. "I- no! We nevah done dat! No way, I was jist talkin' an' he didn't know what I was talkin' 'bout. No, I ain't nevah done dat, he ain't nevah done dat, WE ain't nevah done dat!" She said, trying to get it through their sick demented heads.
"Yeah, we ain't like you." Snitch said. "I ain't like you guys. I respect her an' I don't wanna push things."
"In, yah mean?" Spot laughed. Mush broke out in a roaring laughter, as did Kid Blink.
"No, guys, c'mon." Snitch said seriously. "I - I nevah thought 'bout dat. Seriously, I - I give up." He said as he started to laugh.
"Alright guys, my mistake. My fault." Liz admitted her mistake as she turned as red as a tomato.
"You gotta get laid sometime, Liz. I mean c'mon! You're fuckin' thirteen an' you ain't nevah been laid?" Spot said. "I got laid when I was fuckin' 9!"
"I got laid when I was 10." Mush said as he smiled a bit. Everyone waited for Blink to answer the question. Mush got a bit impatient. "Blink?"
"I don't kiss an' tell." He joked, wanted everyone to beg him for an answer.
"Aww c'mon, Blink. You stupid fuck, tell us!" Spot said as he started pounding Blink.
"Alright, I got laid when I was 11." He shrugged his shoulders as everyone made fun of him, because he was the oldest of the bunch.
Liz broke up the laughter. "I don't wanna get laid." Mush got the last laugh in, as everyone stared at her. "I mean, I do, but I want it tah mean something. I don't wanna call it 'gettin' laid'; I wanna call it making love."
"Pssh! What a goil!" Spot laughed as Mush added his own comments in. "Hey, I'll give you guys, what uhh? Thirty bucks if you guys fuck each other tahnight." He smiled.
"What? No way, Spot. You don't have thirty bucks!"
"Oh I got it, I got it. Snitch, I'll give you fifty bucks if you fuck her tahnight."
"No fuckin' way, Spot!"
Spot laughed as did the other two boys.
"No fuckin' way!" Snitch didn't look too happy. It was a good offer, but not one for him.
"Alright, alright, I'll leave it alone. But, by da end of dis year, you'se two gotta lose your virginity, I mean come on! Snitch you're what? Fifteen? You've been wid Liz for ovah a few months, you love 'er tah death, den just show 'er dat. I mean what da fuck man. I don't know how I went 9 years of my life without sex, how can you go 15?" Spot asked.
"Well, I ain't like you, Spot." Snitch said, grabbing Liz's hand back in his.
"What you ain't got no testosterone or somethin', Snitch? You runnin' low?" Spot laughed.
"Fuck you." Snitch said laughing back.
"Okay, seriously, Snitch. You get a lotta gain heah. I'm doin' dis forah you-" Spot explained.
"No more bribes, Spot. Don't bribe me, Spot." Snitch said, covering his ears.
"Snitch, just once, c'mon man-" The three boys said trying to tempt him.
"STOP! Oh my God! Just drop the whole thing alright? God, I'm standing right here! I don't need bribed tah have fucking sex, an' he don't need tah be bribed either. I'll do it when I want to, an' if I don't want to, den I ain't gonna do it. Okay? Do you understand?" She said angrily.
"Yeah, sure." Spot said, being smart.
"Good, now let's get outtah heah. It's gettin' late." Liz said, sighing, letting go of her frustration.
"Alright, what do ya wanna do?" Spot asked, looking up at the sky. It had stopped snowing a while ago, but the streets and side walks were icy. "Ya wanna go back tah da Lodging House an' play a game er somethin'?" He asked, not letting anyone answer. "Lets do dat." He started down the street, waiting as everyone followed him.
Mush ran ahead of everyone, sliding and falling on the ice only to get up and do it all over again. Blink and Spot talked about crap that no one really cared about.
Snitch wrapped his arm around Liz's waist, as he used his other hand to hold hers, keeping her from falling down. They slid around, keeping their balance by only a hair of luck. Everyone was slipping and sliding; even the "master" fell and busted his ass once or twice. Liz and Snitch tried to keep on a good conversation, but it was always interrupted by a brief "woah" or "ahh". Then it happened, the only person keeping Liz from falling and breaking her butt tripped over his own two feet and fell to the icy ground, pulling Liz right along with him. They fell on top of each other, Snitch on the bottom as Liz crashed on top of him, limbs entangled as they both muttered 'oww'.
Liz started cracking up with laughter, trying to mouth a few words out. "Are you okay?" She asked in between laughs.
Snitch propped himself up on his elbows as he rubbed his aching back. "I guess, but that kinda hoit." He whined a bit, before asking if Liz was okay.
"Oh my God, Snitch." She laughed. "Let me help you up." She said, standing to her feet and pulling his arm up. She pulled him to his feet. He leaned in expecting a kiss, but instead he just got a pull on his arm, signaling him to move.
They walked a bit slower now, trying not to fall yet again. This time they did carry on a conversation, but nothing really serious.
"You're a loser." He played as he hit her head lightly.
She played with his mind and put on an expression telling him that she was offended by his comment. "Shut up, you are da most losery of the whole loser woild." With that comment, she slipped only to bring herself down.
Snitch looked at her and laughed. "Right, losery of the whole loser woild? Right." He said as he turned away, to tease her.
"Hey! Ain't you gonna help me up?" She said pulling in his pant leg. He had his hands in his pockets and just shrugged, making a crooked smile. "Fine be that way." She said crossing her arms and pouting a bit.
"Okay." Snitch shrugged as he turned and walked away.
"Hey!" She yelled. She knew on offer that he couldn't refuse. "Snitch, wait!" She said as he stopped in his tracks, turning towards her. She had his full attention. "What is this?" She said, pointing to her lips, flirting a little bit.
He scratched his head. "Umm they're your lips." He answered back.
"Ah!" She said. "Well, I'll give ya a kiss if ya help me up." She smiled a bit. He started to walk over slowly. "Quick, they're goin' away! They're goin' away!" She said as she moved her face away from him. He hurried his pace, not wanting them to go way. Yes the whole shpeal was kinda corny, but it worked. "They're goin' towards Mush! They're goin' toward Mush! Hurry!" She said, teasing him a bit. He got over to her and pulled her up as quickly as possible.
"Now where's my kiss?" Snitch asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She shrugged her shoulders trying to look innocent. "I don't know. You'll get it later." She teased.
"But I want it now." He said, holding her even tighter.
"God shut the fuck up an' lets go, you stupid fuckheads." Spot looked disgusted. Mush rolled his eyes. Blink just stared at him in wonder. He never had a love like that before. He'd been in love; he still is in love, but nothing like that. He was in love with a girl who didn't know that he loved her. She'd been gone for many years and was only a vivid memory in the back of Blink's mind.
Snitch glared at Spot in anger. He didn't want him to spoil the moment. He let go of Liz's waist and grabbed her hand as they followed Spot to the Lodging House.
"You know I'd nevah force ya tah do anythin', right?" Snitch asked, remembering the confrontation of Spot earlier.
"Let's just not talk 'bout it okay?" Liz said smiling a fake smile. She was hurt by the whole thing. It hurt her that Spot was actually offering to pay Snitch to have sex with her. It made her feel either that she was a prostitute and he was the one who got the money or that she was just worthless. It was a feeling that none of the guys suspected and none of the guys would understand.
They made it to the Lodging House; everyone was there doing their own thing. Racetrack was engaged in a game of poker with Dutchy, Swifty and Jake; Jack and Skittery were arm wrestling, while yelling out profanity and calling each other names; Tag and Specs were talking to each other on his bunk, also sharing a few kisses here and there; Snipeshooter was smoking a cigar and talking to Tumbler and Slider; Pie Eater was eating a hot dog that he had stolen earlier; Itey was fast asleep on his bunk; and everyone else was either talking or sleeping. The five kids walked into the bunk room, looking at everyone doing their own thing. The room was full of commotion, the deep voices of boys talking, the roaring laughter, the cussing and swearing of boys, the snoring of other boys, and other sounds of disturbance.
"Hey guys!" Spot yelled. Everyone (except those sleeping) looked up at him in full attention. "Any guys wanna come tah da roof an' play a game er somethin'?" He asked as a few boys got up from their game and walked over to him. Tumbler, a younger Newsie, came too. Spot stopped him. "Sorry fella, you'se too young." He patted Tumbler's head.
The young Newsie's brown eyes filled with tears, as he sniffed, trying to hold back. He muttered in his high undeveloped voice "okay, Spot." He admired the older newsie and respected his orders. He slowly turned around and waddled back to Snipeshooter.
"Hey, Specs an' Tag!" They both poked their heads up, looking at Liz. "Ya wanna come up tah da roof wid us? We're just gonna hang out an' stuff." They both shrugged. Specs let Tag Along go in front of him as he took her hand and followed the other Newsies up the stairs, Spot as the leader.
Spot stopped at the sick room, the door was hanging right open, letting everyone know that it wasn't "occupied". He turned around and said directly to the two couples, "Da sick room is open if anyone wants tah go in dere. Be my guest." He winked at Snitch; Snitch turned his head away.
Specs was just joking around and said "oh dat sounds good tah me." Tag hit him in the shoulder, glaring at him. "What, I'm jist kiddin'." He admitted.
They walked up to the roof; the normal hang out spot for most of the Newsies. When they got up to the roof they all sat down in a circle, couples sitting close together and the other boys more far apart.
It was Spot closest to the door, Mush to the right of him, Kid Blink, Dutchy, Snitch and Liz, Tag Along and Specs, Racetrack and Skittery (Jack had decided to go to sleep).
Spot grinned, knowing he was in full control of everyone. He WAS the leader of course. He had a favorite game that he liked to play with a group of friends. It was spin-the-bottle, not like the kind you're thinking of. It doesn't involve kissing at all, come on, he was with all guys and two girls. That just is a no-no. It is actually played by a person would spin the bottle, when the bottle stopped spinning, who ever it pointed to was the person that would be asked a question. So, the person who spun the bottle had to ask that person a question, get it? Then when the person that answered the question finished, it'd be their turn to spin the bottle and ask another person a question.
"How 'bout we plays spin-da-bottle?!? Eh?!? Any objections??" Spot asked, not pausing long enough to let anyone state their opinion. "Good, I'm gonna start. Now, were did I hide dat damn bottle las' time? Ol' Kloppman didn't get rid of it, did 'e?" Spot looked around, not moving anything but his head. He kept looking, not realizing that it was behind him. "Where is dat goddamn bottle?!"
Specs rolled his eyes and said "Spot, it's behind ya."
"Ha! Spot, it was right behind ya! Ahaha!" Mush roared in laughter.
"Oh, right, dere it is. I knew dat." He walked over and picked it up, as he sat back down. Mush was rolling in the floor in laughter. "Shut up boy!" Spot picked up a rock and threw it at him, missing him, unfortunately. "Okay, I'll start." He spun the bottle; everyone watched it, not wanting it to land on them. It landed on Tag Along, she let out a groan. Spot always had the best questions; questions that no one wanted to answer.
He rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Okay, Tag. Why are YOU attracted tah Specs?!? I mean, c'mon! Look at me!" He gave her a squeaky clean smile.
She just stared at him, disgusted. "Well, I could write a novel wid dis question." She proceeded in saying "I am attracted tah Specs 'cause he's real cute, an' funny, an' smart."
"Borin'! Let's move it on!" Spot shouted as he yawned.
"Hey! I ain't done yet, I was gonna say dat I loved him so much. I mean, you are cute, Spot, but you're a BIG POMPOUS JERK" She gave Specs a kiss on the cheek.
"Eww, dat's jist nasty! Haha! Your turn!"
Tag gave him a dirty look as she spun the bottle. It landed on Snitch. "Hmm, Snitch. What can I ask ya?" She scratched her head, trying to think of something to say. "Okay, so, Snitch, umm, why are ya so afraid of what people are gonna say 'bout you an' Liz?"
Snitch opened his mouth to answer the question, but arrogant Spot had to put his two cents in. "'Ey! Dat's a stupid question! Dat's too goily! We need da juicy stuff.haha!"
"Spot, it was my turn." Tag tried to defend herself.
Spot interrupted her yet again. "Dat was a stupid question; let me do a bettah one." He said. "Ahh yeah, why da fuck don't ya just get ovah your shit 'bout bein' respectable an' 'bout being da poifect night and all dat worthless meaningless shit and just have sex wid Liz. It ain't dat hard, Snitch." He forced on him.
Snitch opened his mouth to defend himself, but Liz got there first. "For one Spot, you have no right prying intah our own poisonal business. Two, you don't know me nor Snitch. An' three, you can fuck all da goils ya want, I ain't dose goils an' he ain't like people like you. So, I'm tellin' ya now, back off an' leave it alone."
Spot sat silent, unable to mutter a word. Various Newsies had started laughing and cheering Liz on for being brave enough to challenge Mr. Brooklyn.
The game progressed; everyone had a turn and had asked a question. Everyone was having a good time; mostly they all got way out of their comfort zones and either asked questions that weren't approved of or answered questions that they really didn't want to answer. It was all innocent fun. They were with their friends; Spot was with his friends. It wasn't too often that they all could have an evening with Spot Conlon and live to talk about it; he was always doing something, getting into a fight or just doing some meaningless, useless crap. It was fun when he came to Manhattan, the boys and two girls could actually play a game together and have fun.
Dutchy was just asked a question and he spun the bottle, it landed on Spot. Since Dutchy wasn't in the conversation earlier where Liz, Snitch, Mush and Blink talked about Spot's new "love interest", he didn't know anything about it, so he asked. "Spot, who is your goil dis week?"
Spot laughed as Liz, Mush, Snitch and Blink groaned, not wanting to go over that whole shpeal again. They yelled comments at Dutchy, who tried to defend himself.
"What? I wasn't in da conversation, I didn't know." He defended.
"Ooh! I rememah 'er name now!" Spot said, his eyes turned bright. "Her name is Christina-" Spot said, being interrupted by Kid Blink.
"Willis?" He muttered under his breath, suspiciously.
"Uhh yeah." Spot agreed. "What he said."
"The Christina Willis, originally from 'Hattan?"
"I guess so, yeah." Spot looked a bit confused. How did Blink know all of this?
"Oh. You'se two datin' now?"
"Yeah, it looks like it." He said sarcastically. "Why? Somethin' happen 'tween you two er somethin'?"
Kid Blink was surprised that Spot asked him that, he stumbled a bit over his words. "Ooh, uh no. We's just were umm lo - friends. Yeah we were just friends once an' den she just left, widout sayin' goodbye er anythin'. I always wondered where she went." He smiled trying to drown out the hurt in his heart. Spot Conlon, his best friend was with the only girl he ever loved. Blink loved Christina. He loved everything about her; he loved her short beautiful brown hair, her dashing brown eyes that he remembered getting lost in, and her sweet beautiful voice, just everything. Her voice would melt any man's heart; she loved to sing, but she wouldn't let anyone hear her. She was just walking down the street humming quietly to herself, and Blink heard her. He fell hard and fast. He described her voice as a voice of an angel, like God had spoken directly to his ears. He talked to her for hours it seemed, being drowned out by the world when she spoke. It was pure music to his ears, sheer beauty in the making. She was young; the tender age of 18, the same age that he was. She made him feel the way Snitch felt about Liz, that he wasn't good enough for her. He wanted to give her everything, but he had nothing to give. He missed out on so much with her, because he was afraid of what would happen. He never kissed her, and regretted everyday that he stalled and debated to himself whether or not to take a risk or take a step. She was with him for two whole months, and nothing happened. That was unusual for Blink; usually a girl would get a kiss from him in the first day. But not Christina, he wanted to keep her his forever. He didn't want to ruin their friendship. But, by not making any moves or telling her how he felt he did. He lost her, to someone else; someone who wasn't bigger, older, or even handsomer than he was. He lost her to his very best friend; he lost her to Spot. He'd wanted to ask him so badly what happened between them, but feared the worst. He feared that he lost the very angel that walked so quickly into his heart and left so tragically out of his life and his world. It was like she was gone out of existence completely, she just told him that she met someone else and left. That was the last time he saw her, but he couldn't stand it. He had to see her; he had to ask what happened to her. "Spot, ya didn't - you know, do dat wid 'er did ya?"
Spot started to sweat. "Umm, uhh." He tried to say. "Well, you bastard bettah not tell anyone dis 'cause if you do I swear I'm gonna bring da whole Brooklyn up heah an' kick all your asses! Ya got it?" He said seriously. "Blink, umm no, not yet." He said looking a bit ashamed.
Blink let out a sigh of relief, a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Well, if she don' want to, den don't make 'er. Okay?"
"What da fuck? Blink every goil wants tah fuck me, dat's just da way it is. I ain't gonna make 'er do anythin', but if I have tah make 'er, I will."
"Just don't hoit 'er, Spot. She means a lot tah me." Blink said honestly.
"Ooh! Blinky's got a soft spot forah a goil." Spot teased. "Ooh! Blink, don't try tah take 'er away from me, alright? She won't let you; I mean c'mon it's me!" He laughed. "When I'm done wid 'er you can have 'er, alright." Spot joked trying to make Blink laugh; his joke didn't work, Blink didn't even crack a usual smile.
The game progressed still; time flew by, it was about 11 o'clock when Snitch was asked a question and spun the bottle again; it landed on Skittery.
"Skittery, why are ya always in a bad mood? Why is life so bad forah ya? Is it 'cause YOU can't get a goil?" Snitch had always wanted to say that, and he got his chance.
"Foist of all, ya piece of shit I can be in what evah mood I wanna be in. Second of all, life ain't bad forah me, life is poifect forah me, I just choose tah stay outtah your stupid fuckin' games. And lastly, I can get a goil, and a damn good one at dat. I don't have tah fuckin' rape da poor bitch, just tah get a fuckin' kiss from 'er!" He yelled back.
Snitch jumped off his feet and ran over to Skittery embedding his fist into his face. The boys around them moved away from them as Liz ran over to pry Snitch off of Skittery.
"You fuckin' bastard! Don't you evah say dat 'bout Liz again! I'll fuckin' kill ya, I swear tah fuckin' God!" Snitch screamed as he punched Skittery in the jaw.
"You gay faggot, go fuck some boy an' leave da goils alone!" Skittery said, kneeing Snitch in the crotch.
"Snitch, stop it! Skittery! Guys stop it!" She screamed, trying to pull them apart from each other. The other boys just stood still in shock, some wanting to break up the fight, some cheering it on. She pulled at Skittery's arm, hoping to stop him. He back handed her, throwing her to the ground.
"You fucker!" Snitch screamed, kicking Skittery's feet out from under him, making him fall to the ground. They exchanged punches and rolled around, fighting for the top and control over the other.
Liz regained consciousness and returned to the fighting boys. Snitch had the top; she pulled at him and talked to him trying to get him to give up. "Someone help me please." She begged.
Spot laughed as Kid Blink went over and grabbed Snitch's arm and pulled him off of Skittery. Snitch was taller than Blink, but Blink was older and stronger than Snitch. Dutchy helped Skittery up off the ground and held him back from lunging again at Snitch. They held the boys back from each other as they screamed words at one another. Liz went over to Snitch's side and tried to calm him down.
"Snitch, it's okay. It's okay." She assured him. He was breathing heavily with anger and exhaustion. He pulled her into his chest, his eyes never leaving Skittery's.
"You touch her again, mark my words Skittery, I swear I will kill you. You don't touch her evah again, do you understand me?" He said, his eyes raging.
"Yeah. Just stay da hell away from me, Snitch." Skittery said back.
Snitch shook Blink off of him, so that he was just holding Liz. He looked at her. "Are you okay? He didn't hoit ya did 'e?" He asked, examining her.
"No, I'm fine, Snitch we gotta get you cleaned up." She said a bit pissed off as she took his arm and led him down stairs. He had scratches above his eye from Skittery hitting him and his lip and nose were busted. Skittery had the same damage to him, but he chose to stay on the roof. "I'll get some ice forah it." She said.
Snitch took her arm, stopping her from going anywhere. "Don't worry 'bout it. I'm fine. I'll just get some water or somethin'." He said heading into the bathroom to wash his face. She waited for him to return, leaning against the bed post. When he came out he kissed her and apologized. "I have a hell of a headache, I'm gonna go tah bed, okay? You gonna stay an' play?" He asked. She nodded and walked over to his bed with him.
She nodded. "Snitch, please don' fight anymore."
He blinked a few times. Snitch, not fighting? He loved to fight; fighting is what he liked to do even if he lost most of the time. "Liz, you don' understand us. You don' understand me." He tried to explain. "I like tah fight, okay. I can't talk tah people an' make dem back down like you can. I just ain't dat way. Now Skittery was outtah line an' he pissed me off, so I punched him." He said, acting like it was no big deal.
"Dat scares me, Snitch. You scare me. You jist get so crazy an' mad sometimes. You started da whole thing wid Skittery. I mean yeah, he shouldn't a said dat, but you provoked 'im, so it was your fault."
"I'm sorry, okay. I'll only fight if I have tah, okay. I won't provoke no body anymore, okay?" He said taking her hands in his. "I promise."
"Promise me somethin' else, okay?" She said looking down at the floor. He nodded. "If Oscar does somethin' an' pisses you off, don't fight wid 'im please. You're jist gonna make it worse forah da both of us."
"He hasn't been botherin' ya, has he?" Snitch asked concerned.
"No, but just don't. Dat pisses 'im off an' den he'll just crack down harder on us, ya know." She tried to explain, as she lied a little. He wasn't bothering her, but he has confronted her a few times over the past week. It was a secret that Snitch didn't need to know, and wasn't going to know if she could help it. He didn't hurt her like he used to, every so often he'd get mad an' scream or something. But, they just talked a little, trying to understand each other; which was a task none of them could accomplish. She wanted to learn to trust Oscar; she tried her hardest, but she couldn't. She would convince herself that she did trust him; when deep down she couldn't.
The bunk room was empty; everyone had gone out somewhere, because no one was there. They might have been all down in the lobby where it was warmer, where ever they were, they weren't up there. They reached their bunk and they both climbed into it. Snitch went under the covers and Liz just sat down on the bed, stroking his hair. He bit his lip, knowing how pissed off she was at him, but understanding why he took the measure that he did. "I love you." He muttered.
"I love you too." She said back, leaning over kissing him. He closed his eyes for a second and the first thing he knew Liz was under him, fear drowning out her brown eyes. He lost all consciousness, control of his body and his thoughts. He found himself stuck in the madness of a mind which was not his own. Something was happening to him, he was thinking dark thoughts, desiring dark things; things that he never in his life desired. Someone was playing with his mind. He pulled Liz down on the bed, not gently, but fiercely. Her eyes opened in surprise at his force. He pulled her by the collar and pulled her under him. She started to shake and tremble in fear, muttering words that he never wished for her to say.
"Snitch, stop! What are you doing?" She screamed for anyone, as she looked his hazel eyes which were red with fire and rage. "Snitch, stop! Please don't!"
He forced his mouth on hers, darting his tongue into it, exploring what he had never explored before. Her eyes were wide open; she screamed under her breath, but wasn't able to utter a sound. She grabbed his shoulders trying to pry him off of her, but was unable to. She reached around his back; clawing at his shoulder blades, trying to do anything to stop him.
The monster that was once a gentle human being had ripped off all of her clothes and his own. He took advantage of her, ignoring her screams of pain and fear. His love, he had violated her, hurt her, raped her.
The screams echoed over and over in his head. His eyes flew open, as he let out a scream of his own. He looked into an empty room; no one beside him, no one in the room at all. He was sweating heavily and his breathing increased, as did his confusion. What had happened? Did he do that? Did he do that to Liz? What was going on? Where was Liz? Was she safe? He heard people roaring above him, still playing the game. He jumped out of bed and ran as fast as he could up the stairs to the roof, only to scream 'Liz' at the top of his lungs. Everyone looked at him as if he were crazy.
"What, Snitch?" She said jumping up and rushing towards him. She saw his distress and fear, not knowing what happened. "What happened? What's goin' on?" She brushed away loose hair from his face.
He breathed heavily. "You were up heah da whole time right? What - what was I doin'?" He asked, still confused.
"You was sleepin', I've been heah da whole time, Snitch." She said.
"No one did anythin' tah ya, did dey? I mean you're alright?" He asked, concerned.
She lowered her eyebrows in confusion. "Uhh yeah, I'm fine. We were just playin' still." She answered. "Why?"
"I gotta talk tah you." He said, leading her down the stairs. They reached the bunkroom. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. "What was da las' thing dat happened aftah I kissed you?" He asked.
"You fell asleep."
A huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. "I fell asleep?"
"Yeah." She said, pacing a bit. "What is up wid you, Snitch? You're actin' real weird."
He stumbled a bit, panting from fear and the nightmare that he had just dreamed. "I - I - had a bad dream. I had a nightmare."
"What was it about, Snitch?"
He wiped his mouth with his hand. "I dreamed dat you was raped." He raised his voice and started pacing. He put his hands on his head, still hearing the screams in his head. "He kissed you, den he pulled you on da bed an' took your clothes off an' raped you!" He screamed.
"Woah, Snitch. Who's he? Oscar?" She said, sensing his fear and turning it into her own.
He shook his head as he began shaking, dreading what he was about to say.
"Spot?"
He again shook his head.
"Who, Snitch?"
He hesitated a moment, not wanting to say it. Not wanting to believe that he could do something like that. He had to tell her, so he said it fast and easily. "Me."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ YAY! I finally put this chapter up! Sorry guys! Sorry it took me so long, I just didn't feel like putting it up right away. Don't ask, but I just didn't feel like it. I don't know why though.
Here is what's in store for the next chapter: Spot is still in Manhattan (hence the name Spot Comes to 'Hattan Part II). Another warning label for swearing. This next chapter isn't a very nice one, it really shows how mean Spot REALLY is.
Skittery has a confession to make, which might be a bit shocking to some of you/all of you.
Blink talks about his first and only love (wink wink Blue!).
Liz and Snitch talk about the dream and some other "unexpected" situations.
Ummm yeah, that's really all it is about. It's gonna be really exciting I can tell you that. But, yeah I just wanted to tell you guys what's in store for the next chapter. I already had it written, I just need Tag to read over it and correct it for me. So, it'll be up ASAP!
Now off and review, please! I don't know what I'll give you today. Ummm maybe a pop-out birthday cake where your favorite Newsie pops out of it!
Also one more thing: Happy (early) Birthday Michael Goorjian!!! Happy Birthday Skittery!!!! *muah* *gives Skittery ten million presents and other stuff *wink wink** J/K. I love Snitch and I am faithful to him, ahem. I'll go now! Happy Birthday (again) to Skittery!
Wow! Geez it took me so long to put this chapter up, I'm really sorry about that guys! This is a new one, I have been procrastinating about putting this chapter up! LOL! It's been written for like a long time now, I just didn't put it up. So, I promised Tag that if I didn't have school today that I'd put it up. So, lo and behold, no school and here it is!
Here is a special SO to my two beta readers:
Blue Boxer ~~ Oh my sister! Thank you so much for getting involved with my fic! Haha, yeah you're gonna be in it! LOL. I'm not sure when I can put the "actual" you in the story. I'm still working on it, but I promise you that you and your ideas that we came up with will be in it! Thanks so much for reading and checking over my story, it's been great being able to talk to you about my fic! I was a bit scared at first that you were reading it, because of the foul language and the situations. But, you have been great! I thank you so much! Love ya! *muah*
Tag Along ~~ you are the best! You are such a great writer! Don't let anyone put you down! Keep writing hunny! Thanks so much for being so great! You are a great beta reader and I feel so privileged that I can have YOU as my beta reader! You are so talented and are a lot better at grammar than I am! Thanks so much! I'm sorry that I keep pounding you with all this fiction crap. Seriously, I am so sorry for bugging you with all this crap. But, please I love reading about your fics and I'm so glad that I'm YOUR beta reader! You are great! I love ya hun!~! *muah*
All the reviewers: I love you all! You all are great and I thank you so much for reading and reviewing! You guys don't know how much this means to me! I love getting reviews and I love the people who review! You guys are peaches! Thanks so much! *muah*
Now, before I get to the fic; this chapter and the next chapter will have warning labels on them. This chapter is called Spot Comes to 'Hattan Part I, so when Spot comes you know that it's gonna be bad. There are some situations that are really kinda bad. But the warning part is just for foul language. So I'm warning you guys. If you hate the 'f' word, then just skim through this chapter and the next chapter. I think there are approximately 34 uses of the 'f' word. So, here is the warning:
WARNING: This chapter and the next chapter has tons and millions of tons of bad words in (mostly the 'f' word), but Spot comes to Manhattan and as all of you know he is a foul mouth as it is. So, just to warn you before hand; just don't pay attention to it if you don't like it!
So, I will no longer pester you and here is the chapter!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 9: Spot Comes to 'Hattan Part I
They sold their papers quite well that day. People just seemed to pass by right and left. Usually only a few would come, and then closer to dinner more and more people would pass by. They sold all of their papers a little before 3 o'clock. It was a bit early to go to Tibby's and they both weren't that hungry. Snitch, not hungry?!? That was a bit of a surprise. He always ate, whether he was hungry or not. If someone offered him food, he'd take it without any questions asked. Liz was very, very different from him. She ate only when she wanted to; sometimes she wouldn't eat at all. Going a day or two without food didn't bother her a bit, because it was what she was used to.
The sky began to open up as flurries and snowflakes began to fall from the gray cloudy November sky. Snitch hugged himself, trying to keep warm. His breath vaporized in the open air as he breathed in and out. His hazel eyes sparkled as he gazed up at the snow filled sky. His warm skin quickly became cold as the wind blew between the holes in his old clothes. His hands rested nicely under his arm pits with his arms wrapped around himself. He stood in silence for a while just gazing at the snow falling around him. He loved the snow; he thought it was a beautiful sight to see. The ivory crystals falling from the sky was what he always looked forward to in the winter. It gave him a sign of hope; even if the earth froze and the sky turned gray, he'd always wait for the white specks of snow to fall and whiten the dirty streets. It'd lie peacefully on the streets cleaning the dirt and blood from them. Snow brought back peaceful and good memories of his childhood at his real home. He'd wake up and run to the window panes to look at the frost and snow dancing outside of them. Just the mere thought of something so beautiful in a not so beautiful place or situation made him want to go on. It was the little things in life that he didn't take for granted, mostly because all he had were the little things. Growing up a street rat, it was a lesson that could be and was usually not easily learned.
Liz, on the other hand, had only one thing that gave her hope. She used God for a hope. He was her faith, He was the one who gave her all the faith that she had. Unlike Snitch, she was an optimist; always looking for all the good she could find in people. It was her way of living, always trusting people with all the trust that she ever had. Most people thought it was stupid and that she was dumb for doing so, but it was something that she always had done and couldn't stop doing. Mush thought she was crazy for trusting Oscar through the years. He told her that trusting someone like him; she'd live a short life and die an early death. She believed him, but it still didn't convince her. Yes, she was young and naïve. But, what was she supposed to be? She was brought up to what she saw and heard, not by what she was taught. Seeing and hearing was how she was taught to learn. It was her way; it was either her way, or no way.
The sky opened up more, letting bigger flakes fall. A huffing sound was heard coming out from around a corner, making the two stop thinking about useless crap. Mush ran over to them, not huffing from fear and panic, but from lack of breath. He'd been running all the way from the Bowery, where he sold his papes.
"Hey guys! Guess whose comin' tah 'Hattan?" He said as wiped his forehead, getting rid of the sweat that built up by his running.
"Santa Claus!" Snitch yelled as he laughed at Mush. It was an inside joke that happened last year. It's kind of hard to explain, but to get to the point, something was brought up about Santa Clause and Mush admitted that he still believed in him. Since then, Snitch just had to pick on him about it.
"Aha! Shut up!" He wiped the smile off his face. "Seriously guys, guess whose comin' tah 'Hattan, tahnight!" He said with excitement.
"The circus!" Liz screamed as she and Snitch both cracked up laughing.
"No losers! Spot!" He smiled with excitement. He worshiped Spot. Spot Conlon, a Brooklyn Newsie, was coming to Manhattan. Now, Spot wasn't just any Newsie, he was the most respected and famous Newsie in all of New York, and probably everywhere else. (A/N: Thanks Davey! Love the line, and the brown nosing! Haha!) Mush idolized Spot and all the "bigger" Newsies. He wanted so badly to be "in their whole clique thing". He wanted to be in the "in crowd". I mean, who doesn't? He didn't want to be his own person, he wanted to be like everyone else, and if it meant sucking up to people that he knew were doing everything wrong, he'd do it.
"Spot's comin' tah 'Hattan? Since when?" Snitch said, a bit skeptical.
Mush nodded his head. "Since I went an' talked tah 'im." He lied. He wouldn't dare go to Brooklyn alone, maybe if someone like Jack came along. The Brookynites were a bit rough and a tad bit mean at times, and they didn't appreciate young 'Hattan boys coming to "their" territory. It wasn't a whole turf thing or anything like that. There was no turf, only the Brooklyn Bridge. It was more of the Brookynites thinking that they were better than the other New York Newsies because they had such a big leader on their grounds. It was more egotistical than anything else.
"When did ya talk tah 'im, Mush? Is dat where ya got dat shinah?" Snitch laughed as Liz gave him a small punch in the arm, signaling that she wanted him to stop teasing Mush.
"Nah assface!" Liz cracked up laughing at Mush's insult. "I went up dere wid Jack tahday an' Spot said he'd come tah 'Hattan jist forah old times sake. An' dis shinah I got from-"
"Runnin' intah a tree?" Snitch joked.
"Forget it!" Mush gave up and went to leave.
"Aww c'mon, Mush. No really, we're jist jokin'." Liz said, grabbing Mush's arm to turn him around. He rolled his eyes and turned around. "Now Snitch, say you're sorry." She demanded.
He gave her a look as if he were saying "in your dreams". She gave him an impatient look. He rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath "sorry."
"What?!? I didn't know if you was talkin' tah me or Mush. Now say it again."
"I'm sorry, Mush." He said looking at him.
Liz smiled, loving her control over Snitch. "Now give 'im a hug." She joked.
Snitch's eyes got so wide. "What! Are you nuts, no f-ing way." (A/N: he didn't use the "f" word; he really used f-ing.)
"Yeah, no way!" Mush said back moving away from her as she laughed. "So, you guys comin'?"
They both looked at each other, letting the other decide what they wanted to do. They both shrugged. "What do ya got planned?" Snitch asked as he took Liz's hand.
Mush started into a laughing fit. "Planned? Since when have I planned anything? I've nevah planned anythin' in my life!" Mush said in between laughs.
Snitch pointed at Mush as he said "Remembah dat time wid you an' Jolly? You was talkin' tah me 'bout how ya wanted tah do-"
"Hey, hey!" He said, stopping Snitch in his words. "Lady - here - c'mon." He said, putting on an innocent sweet smile.
Shaking her head as she tried not to grin, "Such a charmer, Mush. Such a charmer." She poked.
He just closed his eyes and shrugged, putting on a squeaky clean smile, as someone hit him in the shoulder. Kid Blink's smiling face walked past him. He was always smiling, it seemed. The patch and the one eye didn't spoil anything in his life. "Hey guys."
"Hey." Snitch said nodding at him.
"Hey." Liz said softly in her high pitched voice.
Mush didn't say a word; he was just biting away at his thumb nail. He wrinkled his nose a bit, trying to dislocate it from his finger.
"Ahem, anyway. You guy's gonna come wid me, Spot, an' Mush tahnight? We're gonna just run 'round da city, maybe latah hang around a LH an' play some of Spot's infamous games." He laughed. Everyone who played Spot's games either loved them to death, or hated them with a passion. Spot was always the leader; of course, he was basically the leader to all the Newsies.
"Yeah, when's 'e gonna be heah?" Snitch asked, tugging lightly on Liz's hand, making her look away from Mush, still biting his nail.
"Oh he's already heah. He's just hanging around wid Jack right now; ya know catchin' up on all da details of his latest goils and shit."
Mush looked up at Blink when he heard the word 'girls'.
"What are ya his messenger now or somethin'?" Mush asked.
"Yeah, well at least I don't worship dat bastard like you do." He argued with Mush.
"Oh of course ya would, you liar! You told me dat you wished you was damn Spot!" Mush threw back at him.
"Oh shut up, bitch!" Blink screamed as he pushed him away.
"Oh so I'm a bitch now?"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah?" Mush said pushing him back.
"Yeah, you're a bitch, bitch!" Blink pushed him a bit harder this time.
"Oh why don't ya just go fuck 'im up da ass, you fucker!" Mush screamed as he punched Blink's only good eye.
Blink screamed as he grabbed Mush around the neck and started punching him.
Snitch and Liz slapped their foreheads. Mush and Blink fighting wasn't an unusual sight. They were really good friends, they just liked to fight and get on each other's nerves.
Out of no where, a voice said "Hey break it up, break it up." Spot's voice echoed in the alley as he pulled the two fighting boys apart. The blonde haired Newsie was infamous in New York City. He was feared by most, but liked by few. He appeared to be tough and mean, his piercing blue eyes appeared to be fiery with rage when they needed to be, but mostly they were just crystal and calm. He was a shorter Newsie, not very tall for the age of 16. He had a cane, which he would use when he needed to soak someone; it was just to look intimidating. He fooled a lot of people by his ego and his tough appearance. But, to his friends he was just like everyone else. He laughed like everyone else, he joked around like everyone else, and he played around like everyone else. He was only intimidating when he wanted to be. "What da fuck guys?" Spot said, holding them back from each other. Both boys had a bloody nose.
"He started it!" Mush screamed as he pointed to Blink, who was wiping the blood away from his nose.
"I did not you lying fuck!" He yelled back.
"I don't care who da fuck started it! You're both dumb fucks! Now shut up!" Spot screamed, hitting Blink upside the head as he walked away. "I came tah 'Hattan tah be wid me friends, not tah sit around an' watch some dumb fucks beat da shit outtah each other! God damn it guys! Don't bring me down!" He fiddled with his cane for a bit as he gritted his teeth; walking around thinking.
No one dared to speak. Spot had the floor. He had the first word and he had the last word. No one dared to challenge him.
"So what should we do?" He put his hand on his chin and thought for a second, while everyone eyed each other, not wanting to make suggestions; that was Spot's job. He mumbled some things to himself as he walked around, deep in thought. "How 'bout we go tah my place an' do some good shit dere?" His bright eyes smiled, even when his mouth didn't.
"What?!?" A high pitched voice broke the silence. "Are you nuts? We ain't goin' tah Brooklyn, ya just got heah."
He frowned, angry that someone dared to argue with him. "Why da fuck not?"
Liz rolled her eyes. "Why not? 'Cause da las' time I went tah Brooklyn, I almost got fucked!"
He gave her a look of incomprehension, as if he was saying "so what's your point". "Well, da Brookynites are horn dogs, so what."
"So what?!? So what?!? I'll tell ya what; you came tah 'Hattan. An' you stay in 'Hattan! What is the point of coming tah 'Hattan, if you're gonna leave an' go back tah Brooklyn anyway? Huh?"
"So, I'll talk wid 'em." He suggested.
"Spot, you know da Brookynites bettah den any one of us. You are a Brookynite! I can tell ya dat dey only got one thing on dere minds an' it ain't talk." She said frowning.
"Yeah Spot, she's right, I mean ya came tah be wid 'Hattan. 'Hattan can come tah Brooklyn sometime, but you came heah, tah be wid us." Blink agreed.
Spot let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "Alright, we can stay heah. But dat don't mean dat you win! No one won dis argument, I backed out. Alright?" He waited until everyone nodded. "Alright, how 'bout we just run around da city an' wreck havoc on it, eh? We can do some fun shit!" He said walked away. The others followed.
They had conversations with themselves. Spot was talking to Mush and Blink about his recent girl; or should I say his "girl of the week". He was always changing girls. Mush and Blink were the same way. Blink was more respectable towards girls, he'd get to know them first, and then he'd decide to take it to the next level. Mush was quite a charmer, he'd charm the girls with his good looks and his sweet face, then when he had them under his spell, he'd make his move. He'd get laid probably once every week or so.
"Spot, so who's your goil dis week?" Mush asked as he tripped over something in the street.
Spot flung his blonde hair out of his eyes. "Eh? I kinda forget 'er name at da moment. I'll get back tah ya on da name part." The guys just laughed as he continued to describe his latest love interest. He'd describe her in tons upon tons of detail, even leaving in some crap that no one needed to know. He'd continue about how they first met, what pick up lines he used, etc. Mush and Blink patted him on the back as they cracked up laughing.
Snitch was more respectable than those three guys. He was a virgin and had only thought about sex with one person. I bet you can guess who that is. (A/N: Me! Haha, okay sorry back to the story)
"I remembah when you used tah tell me dat sort'a stuff once." Liz said, her hand tightly gripped to his.
"What are ya talkin' 'bout?"
"Da stuff dat Blink an' Mush talk about. You used tah tell me everythin', Snitch. Even more den I wanted tah heah." She tried tah explain.
"About?"
"Oh my God! Snitch, just admit it, you are a horn dog." He looked shocked at her comment.
"What? When? I - I" He tried to explain, denying everything.
"Come on, Snitch. You're a guy; you're entitled tah think 'bout it." She said smiling at him.
"Think about what?" He said innocently.
"Oh my God! Keep up wid me forah a half a minute, Snitch please!" She begged. "You know what I'm talking about, Snitch. Don't lie."
"I ain't lyin', I have no idea what you're talkin' about." He lied, wanting to make sure she was talking about what he thought she was talking about.
"Sex, Snitch! I'm talking about sex!" She yelled, a little too loudly. All the conversations stopped and everyone stared at them.
Silence.
"Yeah!" Mush yelled as he ran back to Snitch and patted him on the back. Snitch just stood there, blushing profusely. Kid Blink made a crooked smile and giggled a bit. Spot's face was plastered with the biggest grin as he spoke a few comments, followed by a few humping gestures.
"Woah, woah! Hold on a minute." Liz yelled, stopping everyone from what they were doing. "We -" She stumbled. "I- no! We nevah done dat! No way, I was jist talkin' an' he didn't know what I was talkin' 'bout. No, I ain't nevah done dat, he ain't nevah done dat, WE ain't nevah done dat!" She said, trying to get it through their sick demented heads.
"Yeah, we ain't like you." Snitch said. "I ain't like you guys. I respect her an' I don't wanna push things."
"In, yah mean?" Spot laughed. Mush broke out in a roaring laughter, as did Kid Blink.
"No, guys, c'mon." Snitch said seriously. "I - I nevah thought 'bout dat. Seriously, I - I give up." He said as he started to laugh.
"Alright guys, my mistake. My fault." Liz admitted her mistake as she turned as red as a tomato.
"You gotta get laid sometime, Liz. I mean c'mon! You're fuckin' thirteen an' you ain't nevah been laid?" Spot said. "I got laid when I was fuckin' 9!"
"I got laid when I was 10." Mush said as he smiled a bit. Everyone waited for Blink to answer the question. Mush got a bit impatient. "Blink?"
"I don't kiss an' tell." He joked, wanted everyone to beg him for an answer.
"Aww c'mon, Blink. You stupid fuck, tell us!" Spot said as he started pounding Blink.
"Alright, I got laid when I was 11." He shrugged his shoulders as everyone made fun of him, because he was the oldest of the bunch.
Liz broke up the laughter. "I don't wanna get laid." Mush got the last laugh in, as everyone stared at her. "I mean, I do, but I want it tah mean something. I don't wanna call it 'gettin' laid'; I wanna call it making love."
"Pssh! What a goil!" Spot laughed as Mush added his own comments in. "Hey, I'll give you guys, what uhh? Thirty bucks if you guys fuck each other tahnight." He smiled.
"What? No way, Spot. You don't have thirty bucks!"
"Oh I got it, I got it. Snitch, I'll give you fifty bucks if you fuck her tahnight."
"No fuckin' way, Spot!"
Spot laughed as did the other two boys.
"No fuckin' way!" Snitch didn't look too happy. It was a good offer, but not one for him.
"Alright, alright, I'll leave it alone. But, by da end of dis year, you'se two gotta lose your virginity, I mean come on! Snitch you're what? Fifteen? You've been wid Liz for ovah a few months, you love 'er tah death, den just show 'er dat. I mean what da fuck man. I don't know how I went 9 years of my life without sex, how can you go 15?" Spot asked.
"Well, I ain't like you, Spot." Snitch said, grabbing Liz's hand back in his.
"What you ain't got no testosterone or somethin', Snitch? You runnin' low?" Spot laughed.
"Fuck you." Snitch said laughing back.
"Okay, seriously, Snitch. You get a lotta gain heah. I'm doin' dis forah you-" Spot explained.
"No more bribes, Spot. Don't bribe me, Spot." Snitch said, covering his ears.
"Snitch, just once, c'mon man-" The three boys said trying to tempt him.
"STOP! Oh my God! Just drop the whole thing alright? God, I'm standing right here! I don't need bribed tah have fucking sex, an' he don't need tah be bribed either. I'll do it when I want to, an' if I don't want to, den I ain't gonna do it. Okay? Do you understand?" She said angrily.
"Yeah, sure." Spot said, being smart.
"Good, now let's get outtah heah. It's gettin' late." Liz said, sighing, letting go of her frustration.
"Alright, what do ya wanna do?" Spot asked, looking up at the sky. It had stopped snowing a while ago, but the streets and side walks were icy. "Ya wanna go back tah da Lodging House an' play a game er somethin'?" He asked, not letting anyone answer. "Lets do dat." He started down the street, waiting as everyone followed him.
Mush ran ahead of everyone, sliding and falling on the ice only to get up and do it all over again. Blink and Spot talked about crap that no one really cared about.
Snitch wrapped his arm around Liz's waist, as he used his other hand to hold hers, keeping her from falling down. They slid around, keeping their balance by only a hair of luck. Everyone was slipping and sliding; even the "master" fell and busted his ass once or twice. Liz and Snitch tried to keep on a good conversation, but it was always interrupted by a brief "woah" or "ahh". Then it happened, the only person keeping Liz from falling and breaking her butt tripped over his own two feet and fell to the icy ground, pulling Liz right along with him. They fell on top of each other, Snitch on the bottom as Liz crashed on top of him, limbs entangled as they both muttered 'oww'.
Liz started cracking up with laughter, trying to mouth a few words out. "Are you okay?" She asked in between laughs.
Snitch propped himself up on his elbows as he rubbed his aching back. "I guess, but that kinda hoit." He whined a bit, before asking if Liz was okay.
"Oh my God, Snitch." She laughed. "Let me help you up." She said, standing to her feet and pulling his arm up. She pulled him to his feet. He leaned in expecting a kiss, but instead he just got a pull on his arm, signaling him to move.
They walked a bit slower now, trying not to fall yet again. This time they did carry on a conversation, but nothing really serious.
"You're a loser." He played as he hit her head lightly.
She played with his mind and put on an expression telling him that she was offended by his comment. "Shut up, you are da most losery of the whole loser woild." With that comment, she slipped only to bring herself down.
Snitch looked at her and laughed. "Right, losery of the whole loser woild? Right." He said as he turned away, to tease her.
"Hey! Ain't you gonna help me up?" She said pulling in his pant leg. He had his hands in his pockets and just shrugged, making a crooked smile. "Fine be that way." She said crossing her arms and pouting a bit.
"Okay." Snitch shrugged as he turned and walked away.
"Hey!" She yelled. She knew on offer that he couldn't refuse. "Snitch, wait!" She said as he stopped in his tracks, turning towards her. She had his full attention. "What is this?" She said, pointing to her lips, flirting a little bit.
He scratched his head. "Umm they're your lips." He answered back.
"Ah!" She said. "Well, I'll give ya a kiss if ya help me up." She smiled a bit. He started to walk over slowly. "Quick, they're goin' away! They're goin' away!" She said as she moved her face away from him. He hurried his pace, not wanting them to go way. Yes the whole shpeal was kinda corny, but it worked. "They're goin' towards Mush! They're goin' toward Mush! Hurry!" She said, teasing him a bit. He got over to her and pulled her up as quickly as possible.
"Now where's my kiss?" Snitch asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She shrugged her shoulders trying to look innocent. "I don't know. You'll get it later." She teased.
"But I want it now." He said, holding her even tighter.
"God shut the fuck up an' lets go, you stupid fuckheads." Spot looked disgusted. Mush rolled his eyes. Blink just stared at him in wonder. He never had a love like that before. He'd been in love; he still is in love, but nothing like that. He was in love with a girl who didn't know that he loved her. She'd been gone for many years and was only a vivid memory in the back of Blink's mind.
Snitch glared at Spot in anger. He didn't want him to spoil the moment. He let go of Liz's waist and grabbed her hand as they followed Spot to the Lodging House.
"You know I'd nevah force ya tah do anythin', right?" Snitch asked, remembering the confrontation of Spot earlier.
"Let's just not talk 'bout it okay?" Liz said smiling a fake smile. She was hurt by the whole thing. It hurt her that Spot was actually offering to pay Snitch to have sex with her. It made her feel either that she was a prostitute and he was the one who got the money or that she was just worthless. It was a feeling that none of the guys suspected and none of the guys would understand.
They made it to the Lodging House; everyone was there doing their own thing. Racetrack was engaged in a game of poker with Dutchy, Swifty and Jake; Jack and Skittery were arm wrestling, while yelling out profanity and calling each other names; Tag and Specs were talking to each other on his bunk, also sharing a few kisses here and there; Snipeshooter was smoking a cigar and talking to Tumbler and Slider; Pie Eater was eating a hot dog that he had stolen earlier; Itey was fast asleep on his bunk; and everyone else was either talking or sleeping. The five kids walked into the bunk room, looking at everyone doing their own thing. The room was full of commotion, the deep voices of boys talking, the roaring laughter, the cussing and swearing of boys, the snoring of other boys, and other sounds of disturbance.
"Hey guys!" Spot yelled. Everyone (except those sleeping) looked up at him in full attention. "Any guys wanna come tah da roof an' play a game er somethin'?" He asked as a few boys got up from their game and walked over to him. Tumbler, a younger Newsie, came too. Spot stopped him. "Sorry fella, you'se too young." He patted Tumbler's head.
The young Newsie's brown eyes filled with tears, as he sniffed, trying to hold back. He muttered in his high undeveloped voice "okay, Spot." He admired the older newsie and respected his orders. He slowly turned around and waddled back to Snipeshooter.
"Hey, Specs an' Tag!" They both poked their heads up, looking at Liz. "Ya wanna come up tah da roof wid us? We're just gonna hang out an' stuff." They both shrugged. Specs let Tag Along go in front of him as he took her hand and followed the other Newsies up the stairs, Spot as the leader.
Spot stopped at the sick room, the door was hanging right open, letting everyone know that it wasn't "occupied". He turned around and said directly to the two couples, "Da sick room is open if anyone wants tah go in dere. Be my guest." He winked at Snitch; Snitch turned his head away.
Specs was just joking around and said "oh dat sounds good tah me." Tag hit him in the shoulder, glaring at him. "What, I'm jist kiddin'." He admitted.
They walked up to the roof; the normal hang out spot for most of the Newsies. When they got up to the roof they all sat down in a circle, couples sitting close together and the other boys more far apart.
It was Spot closest to the door, Mush to the right of him, Kid Blink, Dutchy, Snitch and Liz, Tag Along and Specs, Racetrack and Skittery (Jack had decided to go to sleep).
Spot grinned, knowing he was in full control of everyone. He WAS the leader of course. He had a favorite game that he liked to play with a group of friends. It was spin-the-bottle, not like the kind you're thinking of. It doesn't involve kissing at all, come on, he was with all guys and two girls. That just is a no-no. It is actually played by a person would spin the bottle, when the bottle stopped spinning, who ever it pointed to was the person that would be asked a question. So, the person who spun the bottle had to ask that person a question, get it? Then when the person that answered the question finished, it'd be their turn to spin the bottle and ask another person a question.
"How 'bout we plays spin-da-bottle?!? Eh?!? Any objections??" Spot asked, not pausing long enough to let anyone state their opinion. "Good, I'm gonna start. Now, were did I hide dat damn bottle las' time? Ol' Kloppman didn't get rid of it, did 'e?" Spot looked around, not moving anything but his head. He kept looking, not realizing that it was behind him. "Where is dat goddamn bottle?!"
Specs rolled his eyes and said "Spot, it's behind ya."
"Ha! Spot, it was right behind ya! Ahaha!" Mush roared in laughter.
"Oh, right, dere it is. I knew dat." He walked over and picked it up, as he sat back down. Mush was rolling in the floor in laughter. "Shut up boy!" Spot picked up a rock and threw it at him, missing him, unfortunately. "Okay, I'll start." He spun the bottle; everyone watched it, not wanting it to land on them. It landed on Tag Along, she let out a groan. Spot always had the best questions; questions that no one wanted to answer.
He rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Okay, Tag. Why are YOU attracted tah Specs?!? I mean, c'mon! Look at me!" He gave her a squeaky clean smile.
She just stared at him, disgusted. "Well, I could write a novel wid dis question." She proceeded in saying "I am attracted tah Specs 'cause he's real cute, an' funny, an' smart."
"Borin'! Let's move it on!" Spot shouted as he yawned.
"Hey! I ain't done yet, I was gonna say dat I loved him so much. I mean, you are cute, Spot, but you're a BIG POMPOUS JERK" She gave Specs a kiss on the cheek.
"Eww, dat's jist nasty! Haha! Your turn!"
Tag gave him a dirty look as she spun the bottle. It landed on Snitch. "Hmm, Snitch. What can I ask ya?" She scratched her head, trying to think of something to say. "Okay, so, Snitch, umm, why are ya so afraid of what people are gonna say 'bout you an' Liz?"
Snitch opened his mouth to answer the question, but arrogant Spot had to put his two cents in. "'Ey! Dat's a stupid question! Dat's too goily! We need da juicy stuff.haha!"
"Spot, it was my turn." Tag tried to defend herself.
Spot interrupted her yet again. "Dat was a stupid question; let me do a bettah one." He said. "Ahh yeah, why da fuck don't ya just get ovah your shit 'bout bein' respectable an' 'bout being da poifect night and all dat worthless meaningless shit and just have sex wid Liz. It ain't dat hard, Snitch." He forced on him.
Snitch opened his mouth to defend himself, but Liz got there first. "For one Spot, you have no right prying intah our own poisonal business. Two, you don't know me nor Snitch. An' three, you can fuck all da goils ya want, I ain't dose goils an' he ain't like people like you. So, I'm tellin' ya now, back off an' leave it alone."
Spot sat silent, unable to mutter a word. Various Newsies had started laughing and cheering Liz on for being brave enough to challenge Mr. Brooklyn.
The game progressed; everyone had a turn and had asked a question. Everyone was having a good time; mostly they all got way out of their comfort zones and either asked questions that weren't approved of or answered questions that they really didn't want to answer. It was all innocent fun. They were with their friends; Spot was with his friends. It wasn't too often that they all could have an evening with Spot Conlon and live to talk about it; he was always doing something, getting into a fight or just doing some meaningless, useless crap. It was fun when he came to Manhattan, the boys and two girls could actually play a game together and have fun.
Dutchy was just asked a question and he spun the bottle, it landed on Spot. Since Dutchy wasn't in the conversation earlier where Liz, Snitch, Mush and Blink talked about Spot's new "love interest", he didn't know anything about it, so he asked. "Spot, who is your goil dis week?"
Spot laughed as Liz, Mush, Snitch and Blink groaned, not wanting to go over that whole shpeal again. They yelled comments at Dutchy, who tried to defend himself.
"What? I wasn't in da conversation, I didn't know." He defended.
"Ooh! I rememah 'er name now!" Spot said, his eyes turned bright. "Her name is Christina-" Spot said, being interrupted by Kid Blink.
"Willis?" He muttered under his breath, suspiciously.
"Uhh yeah." Spot agreed. "What he said."
"The Christina Willis, originally from 'Hattan?"
"I guess so, yeah." Spot looked a bit confused. How did Blink know all of this?
"Oh. You'se two datin' now?"
"Yeah, it looks like it." He said sarcastically. "Why? Somethin' happen 'tween you two er somethin'?"
Kid Blink was surprised that Spot asked him that, he stumbled a bit over his words. "Ooh, uh no. We's just were umm lo - friends. Yeah we were just friends once an' den she just left, widout sayin' goodbye er anythin'. I always wondered where she went." He smiled trying to drown out the hurt in his heart. Spot Conlon, his best friend was with the only girl he ever loved. Blink loved Christina. He loved everything about her; he loved her short beautiful brown hair, her dashing brown eyes that he remembered getting lost in, and her sweet beautiful voice, just everything. Her voice would melt any man's heart; she loved to sing, but she wouldn't let anyone hear her. She was just walking down the street humming quietly to herself, and Blink heard her. He fell hard and fast. He described her voice as a voice of an angel, like God had spoken directly to his ears. He talked to her for hours it seemed, being drowned out by the world when she spoke. It was pure music to his ears, sheer beauty in the making. She was young; the tender age of 18, the same age that he was. She made him feel the way Snitch felt about Liz, that he wasn't good enough for her. He wanted to give her everything, but he had nothing to give. He missed out on so much with her, because he was afraid of what would happen. He never kissed her, and regretted everyday that he stalled and debated to himself whether or not to take a risk or take a step. She was with him for two whole months, and nothing happened. That was unusual for Blink; usually a girl would get a kiss from him in the first day. But not Christina, he wanted to keep her his forever. He didn't want to ruin their friendship. But, by not making any moves or telling her how he felt he did. He lost her, to someone else; someone who wasn't bigger, older, or even handsomer than he was. He lost her to his very best friend; he lost her to Spot. He'd wanted to ask him so badly what happened between them, but feared the worst. He feared that he lost the very angel that walked so quickly into his heart and left so tragically out of his life and his world. It was like she was gone out of existence completely, she just told him that she met someone else and left. That was the last time he saw her, but he couldn't stand it. He had to see her; he had to ask what happened to her. "Spot, ya didn't - you know, do dat wid 'er did ya?"
Spot started to sweat. "Umm, uhh." He tried to say. "Well, you bastard bettah not tell anyone dis 'cause if you do I swear I'm gonna bring da whole Brooklyn up heah an' kick all your asses! Ya got it?" He said seriously. "Blink, umm no, not yet." He said looking a bit ashamed.
Blink let out a sigh of relief, a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Well, if she don' want to, den don't make 'er. Okay?"
"What da fuck? Blink every goil wants tah fuck me, dat's just da way it is. I ain't gonna make 'er do anythin', but if I have tah make 'er, I will."
"Just don't hoit 'er, Spot. She means a lot tah me." Blink said honestly.
"Ooh! Blinky's got a soft spot forah a goil." Spot teased. "Ooh! Blink, don't try tah take 'er away from me, alright? She won't let you; I mean c'mon it's me!" He laughed. "When I'm done wid 'er you can have 'er, alright." Spot joked trying to make Blink laugh; his joke didn't work, Blink didn't even crack a usual smile.
The game progressed still; time flew by, it was about 11 o'clock when Snitch was asked a question and spun the bottle again; it landed on Skittery.
"Skittery, why are ya always in a bad mood? Why is life so bad forah ya? Is it 'cause YOU can't get a goil?" Snitch had always wanted to say that, and he got his chance.
"Foist of all, ya piece of shit I can be in what evah mood I wanna be in. Second of all, life ain't bad forah me, life is poifect forah me, I just choose tah stay outtah your stupid fuckin' games. And lastly, I can get a goil, and a damn good one at dat. I don't have tah fuckin' rape da poor bitch, just tah get a fuckin' kiss from 'er!" He yelled back.
Snitch jumped off his feet and ran over to Skittery embedding his fist into his face. The boys around them moved away from them as Liz ran over to pry Snitch off of Skittery.
"You fuckin' bastard! Don't you evah say dat 'bout Liz again! I'll fuckin' kill ya, I swear tah fuckin' God!" Snitch screamed as he punched Skittery in the jaw.
"You gay faggot, go fuck some boy an' leave da goils alone!" Skittery said, kneeing Snitch in the crotch.
"Snitch, stop it! Skittery! Guys stop it!" She screamed, trying to pull them apart from each other. The other boys just stood still in shock, some wanting to break up the fight, some cheering it on. She pulled at Skittery's arm, hoping to stop him. He back handed her, throwing her to the ground.
"You fucker!" Snitch screamed, kicking Skittery's feet out from under him, making him fall to the ground. They exchanged punches and rolled around, fighting for the top and control over the other.
Liz regained consciousness and returned to the fighting boys. Snitch had the top; she pulled at him and talked to him trying to get him to give up. "Someone help me please." She begged.
Spot laughed as Kid Blink went over and grabbed Snitch's arm and pulled him off of Skittery. Snitch was taller than Blink, but Blink was older and stronger than Snitch. Dutchy helped Skittery up off the ground and held him back from lunging again at Snitch. They held the boys back from each other as they screamed words at one another. Liz went over to Snitch's side and tried to calm him down.
"Snitch, it's okay. It's okay." She assured him. He was breathing heavily with anger and exhaustion. He pulled her into his chest, his eyes never leaving Skittery's.
"You touch her again, mark my words Skittery, I swear I will kill you. You don't touch her evah again, do you understand me?" He said, his eyes raging.
"Yeah. Just stay da hell away from me, Snitch." Skittery said back.
Snitch shook Blink off of him, so that he was just holding Liz. He looked at her. "Are you okay? He didn't hoit ya did 'e?" He asked, examining her.
"No, I'm fine, Snitch we gotta get you cleaned up." She said a bit pissed off as she took his arm and led him down stairs. He had scratches above his eye from Skittery hitting him and his lip and nose were busted. Skittery had the same damage to him, but he chose to stay on the roof. "I'll get some ice forah it." She said.
Snitch took her arm, stopping her from going anywhere. "Don't worry 'bout it. I'm fine. I'll just get some water or somethin'." He said heading into the bathroom to wash his face. She waited for him to return, leaning against the bed post. When he came out he kissed her and apologized. "I have a hell of a headache, I'm gonna go tah bed, okay? You gonna stay an' play?" He asked. She nodded and walked over to his bed with him.
She nodded. "Snitch, please don' fight anymore."
He blinked a few times. Snitch, not fighting? He loved to fight; fighting is what he liked to do even if he lost most of the time. "Liz, you don' understand us. You don' understand me." He tried to explain. "I like tah fight, okay. I can't talk tah people an' make dem back down like you can. I just ain't dat way. Now Skittery was outtah line an' he pissed me off, so I punched him." He said, acting like it was no big deal.
"Dat scares me, Snitch. You scare me. You jist get so crazy an' mad sometimes. You started da whole thing wid Skittery. I mean yeah, he shouldn't a said dat, but you provoked 'im, so it was your fault."
"I'm sorry, okay. I'll only fight if I have tah, okay. I won't provoke no body anymore, okay?" He said taking her hands in his. "I promise."
"Promise me somethin' else, okay?" She said looking down at the floor. He nodded. "If Oscar does somethin' an' pisses you off, don't fight wid 'im please. You're jist gonna make it worse forah da both of us."
"He hasn't been botherin' ya, has he?" Snitch asked concerned.
"No, but just don't. Dat pisses 'im off an' den he'll just crack down harder on us, ya know." She tried to explain, as she lied a little. He wasn't bothering her, but he has confronted her a few times over the past week. It was a secret that Snitch didn't need to know, and wasn't going to know if she could help it. He didn't hurt her like he used to, every so often he'd get mad an' scream or something. But, they just talked a little, trying to understand each other; which was a task none of them could accomplish. She wanted to learn to trust Oscar; she tried her hardest, but she couldn't. She would convince herself that she did trust him; when deep down she couldn't.
The bunk room was empty; everyone had gone out somewhere, because no one was there. They might have been all down in the lobby where it was warmer, where ever they were, they weren't up there. They reached their bunk and they both climbed into it. Snitch went under the covers and Liz just sat down on the bed, stroking his hair. He bit his lip, knowing how pissed off she was at him, but understanding why he took the measure that he did. "I love you." He muttered.
"I love you too." She said back, leaning over kissing him. He closed his eyes for a second and the first thing he knew Liz was under him, fear drowning out her brown eyes. He lost all consciousness, control of his body and his thoughts. He found himself stuck in the madness of a mind which was not his own. Something was happening to him, he was thinking dark thoughts, desiring dark things; things that he never in his life desired. Someone was playing with his mind. He pulled Liz down on the bed, not gently, but fiercely. Her eyes opened in surprise at his force. He pulled her by the collar and pulled her under him. She started to shake and tremble in fear, muttering words that he never wished for her to say.
"Snitch, stop! What are you doing?" She screamed for anyone, as she looked his hazel eyes which were red with fire and rage. "Snitch, stop! Please don't!"
He forced his mouth on hers, darting his tongue into it, exploring what he had never explored before. Her eyes were wide open; she screamed under her breath, but wasn't able to utter a sound. She grabbed his shoulders trying to pry him off of her, but was unable to. She reached around his back; clawing at his shoulder blades, trying to do anything to stop him.
The monster that was once a gentle human being had ripped off all of her clothes and his own. He took advantage of her, ignoring her screams of pain and fear. His love, he had violated her, hurt her, raped her.
The screams echoed over and over in his head. His eyes flew open, as he let out a scream of his own. He looked into an empty room; no one beside him, no one in the room at all. He was sweating heavily and his breathing increased, as did his confusion. What had happened? Did he do that? Did he do that to Liz? What was going on? Where was Liz? Was she safe? He heard people roaring above him, still playing the game. He jumped out of bed and ran as fast as he could up the stairs to the roof, only to scream 'Liz' at the top of his lungs. Everyone looked at him as if he were crazy.
"What, Snitch?" She said jumping up and rushing towards him. She saw his distress and fear, not knowing what happened. "What happened? What's goin' on?" She brushed away loose hair from his face.
He breathed heavily. "You were up heah da whole time right? What - what was I doin'?" He asked, still confused.
"You was sleepin', I've been heah da whole time, Snitch." She said.
"No one did anythin' tah ya, did dey? I mean you're alright?" He asked, concerned.
She lowered her eyebrows in confusion. "Uhh yeah, I'm fine. We were just playin' still." She answered. "Why?"
"I gotta talk tah you." He said, leading her down the stairs. They reached the bunkroom. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. "What was da las' thing dat happened aftah I kissed you?" He asked.
"You fell asleep."
A huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. "I fell asleep?"
"Yeah." She said, pacing a bit. "What is up wid you, Snitch? You're actin' real weird."
He stumbled a bit, panting from fear and the nightmare that he had just dreamed. "I - I - had a bad dream. I had a nightmare."
"What was it about, Snitch?"
He wiped his mouth with his hand. "I dreamed dat you was raped." He raised his voice and started pacing. He put his hands on his head, still hearing the screams in his head. "He kissed you, den he pulled you on da bed an' took your clothes off an' raped you!" He screamed.
"Woah, Snitch. Who's he? Oscar?" She said, sensing his fear and turning it into her own.
He shook his head as he began shaking, dreading what he was about to say.
"Spot?"
He again shook his head.
"Who, Snitch?"
He hesitated a moment, not wanting to say it. Not wanting to believe that he could do something like that. He had to tell her, so he said it fast and easily. "Me."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ YAY! I finally put this chapter up! Sorry guys! Sorry it took me so long, I just didn't feel like putting it up right away. Don't ask, but I just didn't feel like it. I don't know why though.
Here is what's in store for the next chapter: Spot is still in Manhattan (hence the name Spot Comes to 'Hattan Part II). Another warning label for swearing. This next chapter isn't a very nice one, it really shows how mean Spot REALLY is.
Skittery has a confession to make, which might be a bit shocking to some of you/all of you.
Blink talks about his first and only love (wink wink Blue!).
Liz and Snitch talk about the dream and some other "unexpected" situations.
Ummm yeah, that's really all it is about. It's gonna be really exciting I can tell you that. But, yeah I just wanted to tell you guys what's in store for the next chapter. I already had it written, I just need Tag to read over it and correct it for me. So, it'll be up ASAP!
Now off and review, please! I don't know what I'll give you today. Ummm maybe a pop-out birthday cake where your favorite Newsie pops out of it!
Also one more thing: Happy (early) Birthday Michael Goorjian!!! Happy Birthday Skittery!!!! *muah* *gives Skittery ten million presents and other stuff *wink wink** J/K. I love Snitch and I am faithful to him, ahem. I'll go now! Happy Birthday (again) to Skittery!
