Disclaimer: 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. Also, I do not own the
characters Chicken Wing, Josh or Hoodlie. They are owned by themselves.
The only thing I own of them are their personalities and their names. They
are real people and they ACTUALLY did play in Newsies. They all were
extras and I decided to give them names.
Wow it's been so long. But my babbling is at the bottom of this chapter. Now for SO's:
Blue Boxer~ Lots of luvvies sis!~! I love ya! Thanks so much for reading my story! You are awesome! I love yours! It is like the best story every! Seriously, it is so ungodly awesome! Who ever doesn't read it is most definitely missing out!~!~! Hey remember the Handi snacks incident?? LOL welcome to the mixed up life of Lindsey! Haha, I guess I am sort of funny in a way. But anyway, I am so glad that you dig my story! That is awesome! Oh yeah I was thinking about if I did a CC for something...I'd have the ppl give me their sn and e-mail addy's. I would say that like I'd send them their parts via e-mail...just so they can read over it, approve or disapprove what they would say or do and maybe they could add on to it. You know how I am about that sort of stuff. LOL, but please review hun! You know I love it!
Tag Along ~~ Thank you so much hun! You are truly awesome! I love you so much! I hope your dad does well! I know he will! Just please talk to me if you need me! You don't know how much it means to me that you read and correct my story! I truly love you so much for that! You don't know how much I miss your stories! God I miss them so much! Tell that Uncle or whatever to hurry his butt up and fix your computer! LOL! I don't know how much longer I can go without any Taggyness! The only Taggyness I really have is in my story! I can't take it anymore! But, I know when you get a chance to you will! Love ya hun!~!
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Splashey ~~ LOL I hate when it says that I already reviewed chapters when I didn't. FF.net is weird like that, as you already know. Thanks so much! Yup Spot is such a jerk. He is a very BIG jerk in this chapter. Yes he is. Are you a Tumbler lover too?? I don't know anyone who doesn't love the Tumbles. He is so cute! I love writing parts with him in, I have another part written. He has a few lines and it is so cute! Keep your eyes open for that. I can tell you which chapter it is, it's called "I love Chicken Wing Part II". It's coming after this next chapter that I already finished writing. Thanks so much for reviewing! You know I love it!
Now without any more crap and interruptions. Here is the awaited chapter! Spot Comes To 'Hattan Part II!!
** AUTHOR'S NOTE**
Another warning label goes on this one. So here it is: WARNING ~~ Major major major usage of the 'f' word. Let me count how many times it is said: 23 times. Not that many compared to the last chapter. But I just wanted to keep that out there for you guys. I warned you and now it is up to you to read or to back away. The next chapter isn't that bad...I think it only has like the 'f' word once or twice or something. Mostly just said by Snitch and Skittery (next chapter I mean). But being as Spot is in town and how he is such a big dude and stuff, everyone wants to look like a "bad boy". So, you guys understand what I'm saying!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 10: Spot Comes to 'Hattan Part II
Liz stood in shock, not believing what she heard. "Snitch, ya don't think dat you could possibly do-" She stopped, noticing the hurt in his eyes. It was just a dream, but it wasn't JUST a dream to Snitch. How could he think of something like that? How could he even think to hurt her like that? "Snitch, I know you wouldn't do dat." She walked over and placed her small hand on his arm.
He let out a deep breath. "I just don't-" Liz put her finger up to his lips to stop him. "God, what da fuck came ovah me?"
"Snitch, it was just a dream."
"No! It was real!" He raised his voice. "I mean, everythin' was real. It was jist da way everythin' was left. Da bunk room was empty an' you was kissin' me and den I just went mad! I – I can't explain it! It just happened so fast, an' I couldn't stop myself." He trembled as Liz touched his face, gazing into his soft hazel eyes that were filled with tears. "I just don't understand it. I mean, how could I possibly think of somethin' like dat?"
She swallowed, trying to think of something to say that he'd believe. "Well, you was just thinkin' of what Skittery said. You was just dwellin' so much on da stuff dat Spot an' Skittery said. Dat's all. You wasn't actually thinkin' of dat, you was just remembering what dey had just said. Okay?" She tugged at his arm to get him to answer. He didn't even acknowledge her. "Snitch, please just listen tah me."
He cocked his head down to look at her, hurt still in his eyes. He let out a sigh as he gave Liz a crooked smile.
"Ya wanna go back tah bed?" Snitch shrugged as Liz took his hand and led him over to their bunk.
"I ain't gonna go back tah sleep I'll tell ya that much." He said as he climbed onto his bunk, plopping down on it. He flopped down, lying on the bed, his brown hair spread across the pillow.
Liz rested her head on her elbow, facing Snitch. She flipped pieces of his hair around, staring off into space. She let out a small sigh. "Well, ya don't gotta sleep if ya don't want to. I mean, ya probably don't wanna go to sleep, anyway."
He turned his head in confusion as Liz brushed her lips against his.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (A/N: This is while Liz and Snitch were talking to let everyone know. It is sort of like a double time thingy, so don't get confused.)
"NOOOO! You jerk!" Tag screamed as Spot threw some stones at her. They were still playing the game. Spot had decided to change the rules a bit; he decided that the person could either ask a question and if the answer is yes, they could do what the question is asking. (A/N: yeah it is sounding a lot like truth or dare, but hey this is my story so it is my game...:P)
"Well would ya at least make-out wid him in front of all'a us, bein' as ya won't fuck 'im." Mush roared with laughter and started rolling on the ground. Spot narrowed his eyes challenging Tag.
She glared at him, eyeing him; trying to scare him away. Specs was chewing nervously on his lip; yeah he WANTED to make-out with Tag any day, but in front of everyone, that was what he was unsure of. "Okay, Spot. I hope ya enjoy dis!" She grabbed Specs' neck and ambushed him with her lips.
Some of the boys burst with laugher (Ahem Mush) and some of them looked away in embarrassment.
They did exactly what they were told to do, they made-out and boy did they! They made-out for about three minutes before Spot had enough. "Hey, hey, okay! Stop dat, dat is nasty!" He wrinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out.
Specs smiled a dreamy smile; his hair all ragged and roughed up, his glasses falling off his nose. He giggled a bit and blushed.
"Tag, spin." Spot demanded, sticking his finger through his blonde hair.
"Blink, who is this Christina goil, you was askin' Spot about?" She gripped tightly to Specs' sweaty hand.
Blink thought about that question for a while before answering. It brought back old memories of him and Christina, he knew he had to find her and get her back before she does something that she is totally going to regret. "Well, Tag we was just friends once. Dat's really all dere is tah say, really. I mean, I saw 'er once an' just approached 'er an' we just clicked from da foist word we spoke tah each other. We were together forah only a few measly months an' nothin' happened, so I guess she moved on. I mean it was always da same thin' ovah an' ovah again. I guess she just got tired of it, so she left. I don't know why though, she just kinda walked up tah me one day an' said dat she was leavin' an' she just did. I tried tah ask 'er why she was leavin', but she just started cryin' an' den she just walked away. I just really, really mi- umm well dat's da story."
"Aww dat's sweet." Tag said sighing.
"Dat's fuckin' stupid, Blink! What do fuck are ya thinkin' 'bout stupid shit like dat forah? I mean c'mon, Blink, you gots goils all 'round 'Hattan dat you could be wid, c'mon ya dumb fuck. Get da fuck ovah it." Spot said, looking even more disgusted with Blink than he did when Tag and Specs were making out.
Blink couldn't believe his ears, yet alone his eye. His best friend was telling him to get over it. Spot couldn't pick out lovers if they wore a tag around their neck saying "lovers" and pointing to each other, let alone know what it was like to love someone. Spot didn't understand love, nor did he want to. He was just out to have his fun and that was it. "I'm tired, I'm gonna go tah bed." Blink said, throwing away the cigarette that he just lit up.
"Aww Blink, c'mon!"
He ignored the protests and slammed the door behind him not looking back. He ran down the stairs, pounding them with his humongous feet, as the entered the bunk room. His mouth dropped to the floor, this was something that he didn't need to see, yet alone wanted to see. Liz and Snitch making-out IN BED!
"Blink, umm – hi." Liz said blushing, throwing Snitch off of her. Snitch just was speechless, not knowing what to say.
Blink just stood there in shock. "Guys please don' do dat. Just get a room er somethin' but don't do dat heah, now please?" He begged as he climbed up on his bunk and buried his head in the pillow. He jumped over on his back and rested his hands on his stomach. "You guys can do dat, just don't fuckin' have sex alright!" He said covering his hands over his face.
"Ahh! Why does everyone think we're going tah have sex! I can't take it any more!" Liz screamed pushing Snitch out of the way. She turned on the other end of the bed and buried her face in the pillow.
"Liz?!" Snitch muttered a bit angry and confused.
"Itey can sleep on your side tahnight, I wanna be alone."
"Oh no! Liz, I am not, I repeat am NOT fuckin' sleepin' wid Itey!" He threw the covers off himself and went over to Liz's side of the bed. "Liz, sweety, please just don't worry 'bout it-"
"Stop sayin' dat woid! Argh!" She yelled turning her back to him.
"What are ya talkin' 'bout? Fuck? Alright, I'll stop sayin' dat too. Just c'mon, just forget about all dis shit. Forget what everyone is sayin' dey don't mean a thing, okay. We ain't gonna do nothin' dat you don't wanna do, okay? I don't know what crawled up dere ass, but it's gonna have tah crawl back out."
"Dat's not the point, Snitch." She rotated around.
"What's da point den?" He said putting his hand on her cheek.
"I mean, dey is always forcin' us tah do somethin', I can't take it anymore! It's like in order to fit in heah we gotta do somethin', an' I hate it."
"Hey! When da fuck did ya evah start listenin' tah dem?"
"Snitch!"
"Sorry, but seriously, when did ya start listen tah dem? You are da last person dat I would suspect tah listen to dem. I mean, look at Tag an' Specs. Dey've been together forah a long time an' dey ain't had sex." Snitch said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but dey ain't gettin' forced tah. I mean, it's dem and dey're different. It's just-" Liz started.
"God, shut da hell up! Stop your bickerin' I'm tryin' tah sleep, for God's sake! Uh!" Blink screamed, throwing a pillow at them as he threw his head down on an empty bed.
Snitch just glared in his general direction, not letting Blink bother him. "It's whatevah you make it out tah be, Liz. You do what you want, okay?" He kissed her forehead and went back over to his side of the bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~* (A/N: This is while Blink, Liz and Snitch were talking. Okay, do you guys get what I'm doing here? Anybody there?? *crickets chirp* Ahh shucks!)
Mush was rolling on the floor engaged in a horrendous laugh. Tag was shielding her eyes behind Specs, as he was snorting a bit, trying to keep a straight face. Racetrack was shouting out comments as Dutchy and Skittery were holding their stomachs from so much laughter. Spot was doing some stupid gesture thing, making everyone's insides hurt from laughing so hard!
"Okay, no more sex, no more 'chuckin' da chicken, no more nothin'! Be serious now, Spot. Dis game is just turning gross now!" Tag tried to say seriously, but everyone knew she loved it.
They all disregarded the whole bottle idea after awhile and started throwing questions out at anyone they wanted to. "Who evah got a 'flyer'?" Spot said with excitement. Specs completely lost it, which made Tag hit him across the head. Mush stupidly raised his hand. "Who has one right now?" All the guys joked and raised their hands. Spot lost all control and HE started rolling on the floor, gripping his hurting stomach.
"Specs?" Tag said looking a bit nervous and confused.
"Tag, ya don't wanna know." He explained honestly, trying to think of something to say that would change the subject.
"What? Don't ya know what dat is?" Spot said arrogantly. "A hard- on, ya know a boner"
"God stop!! Ahh!" Tag screamed covering her ears as Specs lost it. All the boys enjoyed watching her try not to laugh while they all counted in their heads, ten – nine – eight – seven, she started cracking up laughing, which made everyone else completely lose it. "Dis game is stupid." Tag protested shaking her head.
"Aww c'mon Tag, you know you love it." Mush said in between laughs.
"Oh yeah, I think I kinda do." She rolled her eyes.
"You think you can come up wid a bettah one? You do a question now, an' it bettah not be borin'!" Spot demanded.
"Okay, I will! Dutchy, if you could change one thin' dat you did, what would ya change?"
"Oh go knit a sweatah!" Spot said, as he pretended to snore, making Mush burst into laughter.
"Hey, Spot! Don't be talkin' tah my goil like dat!" Specs defended. "I'll rip your eyes out!"
"Ooh of course you would!" Spot said back, making fists. "C'mon boy! C'mon!" Spot said, subsiding into laughter. "Dat was a stupid question, Tag! Forah cryin' out loud, I'd rather go fuck myself right now!"
Mush laughed at Spots comment. "Hey, who's evah kissed a guy? Tag, don' answer dis. Any you bastards, evah kiss a guy?"
Everyone looked at each other, wondering if Mush was being serious or not. Of course, even if he was serious, he lost it because he started laughing, yet again. Everyone followed Mush's example except Skittery; he was hidden by the darkness, as his hands started shaking. He gripped his hands, trying to make them stop, so the other boys wouldn't notice that he was "nervous".
"Skitts, you've been awful quiet ovah dere. You evah kiss a guy?" Spot said taking a breath of air, after laughing so hard.
"Uhh no way, Spot. I ain't a faggot like you." He answered.
"Oh so I'm a faggot now? I thought da only things I fucked was goils, I guess Skits ya proved me wrong den." He joked. "Yeah, you guys caught me." He inched towards Mush. "Ya wanna french er somethin'?" He chuckled. "No seriously, we ain't got no pansies heah do we? I mean, we bettah not! If I find out any of you guys look at my ass when I leave, I'll take ya outtah da LH an' show ya how tah have some real fun. It'll be fun forah me at least!"
"Yeah, Spot. I know a guy who's gay!" Skittery had an evil glare in his eye. "Dat Snitch in dere." He pointed to the door.
"Da one wid Liz?" Spot asked as Skittery nodded. "I thought dat boy was straight? Ooh I get it now. He's just usin' 'er. He is just usin' her forah a scapegoat. I see."
"Spot dat's not what dat woid means." Specs corrected. "A scapegoat is-"
"God shut da fuck up, Specs! I wasn't talkin' tah you! Anyway, as I was sayin' you evah seen 'im do stuff tah other boys?"
Skittery grinned, knowing exactly what to say to that. "Yeah. As a matter of fact I have." He nodded. "A long time ago, he said he was 'molested' by some faggot on da street, which is total bullshit! Everyone knows dat he ASKED da guy tah play wid 'im. I mean it's just common sense, everyone knows dat." Skittery lied.
One thing that Spot Conlon could not stand was a guy who was gay. He had already murdered one of his best friends because he 'attempted' to make a move on him. Manhattan boys weren't any better; if he knew someone who was gay he'd make sure they'd never show their face in New York again. He had one thing on his mind, and one thing only; he was going to show Snitch the real way to live. He didn't even say anything to anyone as he got up and headed towards the door. His eyes reflected fire as he breathed long breaths through his nose. Snitch is gonna pay. He thought, bringing back the memories of his best friend.
He snuck through the bunk room, listening to the quiet snore of Blink. Grabbing Snitch by the shoulders, he threw him off the bed on to the floor. The once sleeping boy was awoken by the thud and crash if himself falling on the hard wood floor. Liz jumped up to see Spot kicking Snitch in the stomach. She shrieked, trying to help her boyfriend, but was thrown back by the skinny, yet strong arm of Spot.
Snitch winced in pain, as he tried to get up off of the dirty floor, but was kicked back down again. "What ya gonna do ya damn faggot! What ya gonna do?" Spot said kicking him even harder.
Hearing Liz scream, the gang up on the roof rushed down the stairs. Tag screamed at the sight of bleeding Snitch and frightened Liz. Specs held her back as she tried to stop Spot, knowing full well that it was useless. Blink was too tired to do anything, so he just sat and watched the whole scene take place. Dutchy, Racetrack, and Mush were shocked at what they saw. Skittery was smiling a bit, but deep down he was afraid.
"Skitts, help me!" Spot demanded grabbing the boy by the shoulders and attempting to drag him out of the LH. Liz jumped down on Spot's shoulders as she started hitting his back. Skittery grabbed her and pulled her off of his shoulders. He pushed her over to Dutchy, who was too shocked to do anything but hold her back.
"Spot, c'mon lets not do dis." He tried to stop Spot, but was just punched in the face. He grabbed Snitch's arm, and started dragging him. He ignored Liz's cries of panic and fear. For the first time in such a long time, he had tears welling up in his eyes. He felt so guilty for lying and now Snitch, who had never done anything to him, was paying for it.
"Get dat fucker up!" Spot said shoving Skittery out of the way. Skittery obeyed and pulled Snitch to his feet.
Snitch was trying to catch his breath and recover from his previous blows. He held his stomach in disbelief and confusion as a foot slammed into his crotch, making him fall to the ground in a hundred times more pain than he had ever felt before. He let out a cry as he gripped his crotch, head hitting the ground.
"Yeah, feel you balls, asshole! Make sure dey're all dere, if ya got 'em!" Spot yelled at him, as he slapped his head.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Dutchy let me go! Dutchy please!" Liz screamed, struggling to get away. Dutchy finally gave up and let her go as she ran down the stairs, everyone else following her.
She screamed at the sight of Snitch, hurled over, blood on his mouth and nose.
Spot pushed Skittery over to Snitch. "Fuck 'im in da ass, Skittery! Show 'im who's boss!" Spot chuckled.
Skittery trembled with fear and guilt. Tears ran down his face as Spot kept pushing him towards Snitch.
"You bastard, do it!" Spot demanded, slapping Skittery, who cried more.
Snitch was frozen in shock at what was going on; his head had hit the floor so hard it knocked him out. He could move and everything, but he was totally out of it.
"Skittery?!?" Spot screamed, taking matters into his own hands. "Fuck you bastard!" He screamed as he walked over to Snitch, unzipping his pants.
"Spot! Get da fuck away from 'im!" Liz screamed, losing all control of her actions and emotions. She ran over to Spot and nailed him right in the balls, making him fall to his knees in pain. She ran over to Skittery, tears streaming down his face, and punched his lights out. She had more strength than she ever knew she had as she continued to beat up Skittery, who did not do anything to get her off of him. A hand grabbed her arm, pulling her off of the crying boy. An old and tired looking face hovered over her, pulling her to her feet. She pushed away from him and rushed over to heaving Snitch. She embraced him, not knowing what to do. She started to cry in his chest as everyone else watched in shock and fear.
"When do you boys just stop?" Kloppman said firmly as he picked Skittery up off the ground. "All of you get in da Lodgin' House! Tag an' Spot, go home, now!" He demanded. "I don't wanna heah anythin' from any of ya forah da rest of da night. You gotta stop dis! Dis is gettin' outtah hand! What was dis all about anyway? What did Snitch do tah you? You all make dis woild lousy! It is people like you who make people go crazy." He pointed at Spot, who was heaving like Snitch. "It is people like you who killed my wife! Now go home an' think about all of dis!" He screamed, pushing his way into the Lodging House, other Newsies following him.
Tag was shaking in Specs' arms. She looked at him and started to walk home. Dutchy and Racetrack followed her example and went inside the Lodging House. Specs stood for a while and followed everyone else back into the LH. Spot stood up to give out a last word before he said 'fuck dis' and headed off back to Brooklyn, leaving Skittery, Snitch and Liz.
Skittery felt the guilt wind up in his heart as he looked over seeing Snitch crying on Liz's shoulder and Liz crying into his chest. He really messed up this time; he didn't know that Spot so badly hated 'gay' people. He just said that to save his own skin; he couldn't let anyone know that he was what he was. No one would understand, and if they found out he'd be in the same boat Snitch was in. He bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly as he slowly stood up and walked over to the victims. He swallowed, not knowing what to say. "I can't tell ya how terribly sorry I am." He said honestly as Liz glared up at him, flicking him off. She returned her wet face to Snitch's chest. "Snitch, let me help ya up."
"Don't you touch 'im, you bastard! Don't you evah touch 'im again. Skittery I fuckin' hate you! I fuckin' hate you! Just go!" Liz screamed, pushing his legs away.
His heart sank low, almost all the way into his stomach; he had always been hated by some people, but not Liz. Liz didn't hate anyone, it sucked that Skittery was her first. He didn't listen to what she said and picked him up, slinging his arm around his neck.
"Skittery, don't" Liz started as she saw that Skittery was crying just as much as she was. Snitch didn't flinch at all; he was in too much pain to realize who was carrying him. They all walked into the LH; Skittery tried to avoid eye contact with Kloppman, but failed. Kloppman had been waiting to 'doctor' Snitch. He had the bandages and everything already out for them.
Kloppman was their doctor, he took care of them when they were sick, he'd bandage their wounds when they got in fights, and he'd just basically help them out with everything. He took Snitch's arm and led him up the stairs to the sick room, where he'd doctor him.
Liz walked behind Kloppman, as Skittery put his big hand around her small wrist. "Could I talk tah you?" He asked sympathy in his eyes.
She glared at him in hate and anger. "What could you possibly say dat would make dis any bettah?"
"Liz, I nevah mean forah dis tah happen, honestly. We was just talkin' and"
"No! I have tah go tah Snitch, he needs me now. He's a lot more important den you!" She said, pulling away from him.
"Liz, please!" He begged with pleading eyes. "Please, just listen' tah me, 'cause I'm only gonna say dis once an' I wanna say it tah you 'cause you're da only one who'll understand. You're da only one dat'll understand why I did what I did."
"Because you're an asshole, I already understand." She gave him angry eyes.
"Please, just forah a minute, I swear."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, just give me a minute, I wanna see Snitch." She waited until he nodded at her and ran up the stairs. Kloppman had already bandaged his wounds and was now trying to get him to respond; Snitch had been knocked out pretty hard because he wasn't doing anything to show any consciousness at all. "Is he gonna be okay?" She said, a tear running down her cheek as she looked at her unresponsive boyfriend. Kloppman gave her a sad look and shrugged. She took matters into her own hands. She bent down on the floor, sitting on her knees. She looked at Kloppman, telling him to let go of Snitch. She lowered his head to her legs and stroked his hair. "Snitch?" She attempted, trying not to cry. "Can you heah me?" More tears started running down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, I tried tah stop dem. Honestly I did. Please wake up. Snitch please!" She leaned over and kissed him, hoping that that would wake him up from his slumber; unfortunately it did not.
Skittery appeared at the door and called for Liz. She looked at Kloppman he told her it was okay to go, he assured her that Snitch would be fine, and headed out with Skittery.
"Make it quick Skittery; I got someone in dere who needs me right now." She said, standing outside the LH door.
"Liz, I gotta tell ya somethin' dat I can't tell anyone else an' no one else can know. I trust ya, you are a goil of your woid an' I believe ya. But, dis is somethin' dat is so secret, dat if someone put a gun tah your head ya wouldn't say a thing." He said staring into her eyes.
"Sure yeah."
"Ya wanna know da real reason why I always say dat he's gay?"
"Please, Skittery! 'Cause forah da life of me I can't understand why!" She said.
"Because it gets everyone away from me. It makes everyone look an' focus on someone else other than me." He explained.
"What are ya talkin' 'bout? No one focuses on you."
"Liz, I think I'm gay." Skittery said honesty in his eyes.
"What?!? What da hell are ya talkin' about?!?" Liz screamed in disbelief. She started pacing, trying not to believe him.
"Liz, I know dis sounds really stupid an' everythin', but it's true!"
"Skittery, just stop please! Dis ain't funny!" She raised her voice at him.
"Liz, I ain't tryin' tah be funny! I swear to fuckin' God! I swear on my muddah's grave dat I'm tellin' ya da truth! But, ya can't tell anyone about dis." He grabbed her shoulders, turning her towards him. "You can't tell anyone dat I am da way I am. Dey won't understand! You saw what happened tahday, dat'll be what dey do tah me! Dey'll fuckin' ass rape me, Liz! Dey'll kill me, den drag me through da street an' make a demonstration of me."
"Skittery, no! I don't believe you! Why?!? What?!? I don't understand." Liz looked at him, fear and disbelief in her eyes.
"Liz, if you don't believe me, den who will?"
"I don't get you, Skittery. I don't wanna believe you!"
"What don't ya get, Liz? I'll explain it tah you." Skittery said impatiently.
"Dis whole thing! I don't get it! I don't get why you are sayin' dis, I'm tired of everyone lyin' tah me!"
"Okay, let me explain it tah you." He gripped her shoulders tighter. "I don't like goils no more. I nevah liked goils, it wasn't until recently that I really started tah like" He paused. "Jack."
"I understand what gay is, dumb ass! Oh my God, I just don't understand why you're lyin' tah me! I mean, all my life I've been livin' a lie an' I'm tired of it! Everyday people lie tah me, every night people lie tah me! Snitch lies tah me, Oscar lies tah me, now you're lyin' tah me! I can't take it!" She went crazy and screamed.
"Liz stop!" Skittery tried to calm her down. "I swear tah you dat I ain't lyin'! Please believe me, Liz. I'm sorry for what I did! I am real sorry; I can't tell ya how ungodly sorry I am! I swear on my muddah's grave dat I'm tellin' da truth! If you don't believe me who will? I mean I ain't gonna tell any body else, 'cause you're da only one who's gonna understand! Liz, I'm begging you; you gotta believe me. I gotta tell you dis, because I trust you. Please!" He looked into her eyes with sympathy and compassion.
She paused, not wanting to believe but was forced to. "All right, Skittery. I believe you. I won't say a woid, I promise. Just you gotta promise dis one thing okay? You gotta promise me dat you won't let anybody hoit Snitch again; you can't do anythin' like dat again. Skittery, you're killin' him inside! He can only take so much an' you are just gonna make 'im go crazy! He can't take it anymore, Skitts. He ain't da same anymore an' it's because of you! You an' your jokes. Everythin' is fun an' games tah you. You really hoit 'im, you really hoit us, Skittery. Just promise ya won't do it again, okay?"
"I promise." He smiled as he leaned in to hug Liz.
She pulled away. "No, Skittery. Not yet. I just need some time, all right. Just some time tah get used tah all dis."
"I understand. I know it's a little weird. I mean, I'm just gettin' used tah it myself." He laughed.
"You're not, like, ashamed or anythin'?"
"Why? Because I'm different? No way. Liz, just because I ain't like you in da type of people or da kind of people I like don't mean dat I am a different person. I mean, I guess I'm sorta like you in a way, I like da same sex as you do." He joked.
"Dis ain't a joke, Skittery."
"I know it ain't. I'm just sayin', I still am da same ol' Skittery. Nothin's changed, besides my preferences. But, I'll try tah be nicer tah people now, okay. If you keep my secret, den I'll do what you said, okay?"
"Did you, like, do stuff wid guys?"
"Liz, I have a boyfriend. 'E's from Queens, ya know 'im? Chicken Wing 'is name."
Liz smiled and giggled at the name. "Chicken Wing?!?"
"Yeah, I know it's a shitty name, but Liz 'e understands me. I mean, I knew 'im forah a long time, an' he taught all dis stuff tah me. He taught me tah be da way I am."
"But, Chicken Wing?" She laughed. "I'm sorry, it's just a funny name. Okay, anyway, but you didn't like do dat wid 'im did you?"
"No, Liz. God, you're soundin' like, like I don't know, but you're just soundin' dat way. Don't worry 'bout it, Liz. You're da only one dat's gonna know, an' dat's evah gonna know. I sell in Queens, so it ain't like I'm gonna do it in 'Hattan or anythin'." She was looking at the ground now. "Liz, you're okay wid it, right?"
She paused, not knowing what to say. "Okay wid what? How can I keep up wid somethin' dat's six feet above my head?"
"Well, den you must not be able tah keep up wid much." He joked.
"Shut up, Skittery. Dat ain't what I meant. I mean-well, I guess I'm okay wid it. I mean, I don't actually agree wid da whole thing, but I guess I'm okay wid it." She shrugged.
"Wow! That was really assuring." He said sarcastically.
"Skitts, I don't know. I mean, I – dis is all new tah me, okay. I nevah knew someone who was like – dat."
"Like what? Liz, it's still me. I mean, it don't change anythin'. It's still me. Dere ain't nothing different 'bout me. I can't make ya understand or whatever, but I'm tryin' tah convince ya dat it is da same old me!" Skittery explained.
"I know dat, but it's just -"
"Just what?"
"Weird, dat's all. It's just weird dat, I don't know. But, yeah sure I'll try tah understand an' I'll try not tah treat ya differently, okay. It's just gonna take sometime tah get used tah, ya know."
"Okay, sure." He had to show her how much he appreciated that she is willing to accept him the way he is. He leaned in to hug her, she pulled back again.
"Skittery, just don't touch me okay. I'm not tryin' tah be mean or anythin', but dis is just all kinda new an' weird tah me. I just need some time tah cope, okay?"
"Can do. Can do." He said as he walked her into the Lodging House. He thanked God that he got that off his chest, he'd been keeping that secret for such a long time and it felt great that he could tell someone.
~*~*~*~*~*
I have to give you guys the biggest apology in the history of Newsies fans or whatever!
I'M SORRY!
SNITCH: She is sorry! JACK: She's sorry TUMBLER: She's sorry JAKE: She's sorry SKITTERY: She's sorry KID BLINK: She's sorry ITEY: She's sorry RACETRACK: She's sorry SNIPESHOOTER: She's sorry LES: She's sorry DAVEY: She's sorry BOOTS: She's sorry SNODDY: She's sorry GUY IN THE WET LONG UNDERWEAR: She's sorry HOODLIE: She's sorry JOSH: She's sorry CHICKEN WING: She's sorry PIE EATER: She's sorry SPOT: She's sorry MUSH: She's sorry BUMLETS: She's sorry ANYONE ELSE I MISSED: She's sorry
Do you guys see how sorry I am? I have had this chapter written for like two weeks or something and I haven't put it out yet. I don't know why. It's really hard to explain. You guys are all probably writers, I imagine, and I'm sure you've dealt with all the procrastination and stuff. But, it has been weird. I used to love writing and putting my chapters out! I used to have a chapter out in like three days after the previous chapter was put out. Now it's like two weeks later! I'm so sorry guys! My schedule has been so busy. This is my busiest semester and stuff. I have Spanish I, Honors English, and Algebra I. So yeah, a lot of work. Not to mention late play practices and stuff. I literally have no time. When I do have time, I'm always doing something other than my fanfiction. I correct my sister's ff (it's called A Blue Winged Butterfly and it is so much better than mine, so go check it out! Her ff.net sn is Blue Boxer. So, yeah it's a great story and it rocks!~!). But, yeah that is my excuse. It's not really an excuse or anything, just letting you guys in on a little bit of my life. But, I just haven't felt like writing recently and I don't know why. I guess I'm just depressed about the whole Jorrie thing, but that's a different story. (Tag you know about that!) But, I'm not gonna get into that one.
No more boring you with my life, here is what is in store for the next chapter (which is already written...I just need Tag to correct it, whenever she is ready):
~~ I bet you all are wondering who this Chicken Wing guy is...well this is the chapter that will tell you! An introduction to one of my personal "extra" character's, Chicken Wing! I hope you'll learn to love him just as much I love him!
~~ Snitch and Skittery get into a minor fight, which is broken up with someone other than Liz. It is an unexpected breaker up of fights person.
~~ Snitch gets mad at Liz for some of the choices she is making (God they sound so much like each other's mother or something)
~~ Skittery feels so bad about what he put Snitch through (He should because he really messed up!)
~~ Liz sings Snitch a song! Yay! Okay that's not that spiffy, but I love love love love the song!
And that's about it! It's a great chapter I think. The carriage story is so funny! It was inspired by an actual occurrence/incident. Although it never happened to me, it was told to me by a good friend from church camp named Josh. It was hilarious. But, anyway to find out what I'm talking about you have to read "Chicken Wing Part I". Yes, it is going to be another series. But, there is only one more series and as far as I know now that is the end of the series'. So, don't get mad at me for that. But I thank you guys so much for hanging in there! I love you all!!!
Please read and review! Thanks so much guys!!
Wow it's been so long. But my babbling is at the bottom of this chapter. Now for SO's:
Blue Boxer~ Lots of luvvies sis!~! I love ya! Thanks so much for reading my story! You are awesome! I love yours! It is like the best story every! Seriously, it is so ungodly awesome! Who ever doesn't read it is most definitely missing out!~!~! Hey remember the Handi snacks incident?? LOL welcome to the mixed up life of Lindsey! Haha, I guess I am sort of funny in a way. But anyway, I am so glad that you dig my story! That is awesome! Oh yeah I was thinking about if I did a CC for something...I'd have the ppl give me their sn and e-mail addy's. I would say that like I'd send them their parts via e-mail...just so they can read over it, approve or disapprove what they would say or do and maybe they could add on to it. You know how I am about that sort of stuff. LOL, but please review hun! You know I love it!
Tag Along ~~ Thank you so much hun! You are truly awesome! I love you so much! I hope your dad does well! I know he will! Just please talk to me if you need me! You don't know how much it means to me that you read and correct my story! I truly love you so much for that! You don't know how much I miss your stories! God I miss them so much! Tell that Uncle or whatever to hurry his butt up and fix your computer! LOL! I don't know how much longer I can go without any Taggyness! The only Taggyness I really have is in my story! I can't take it anymore! But, I know when you get a chance to you will! Love ya hun!~!
Sapphy ~~ My ever so faithful reviewer! Gosh Sapphy you are so ungodly awesome! How do you get so much time to always read and review my fics even before I put them out on the list?? LOL you are truly something! Thanks so much hunny!~ You know I love you for that! I haven't talked to you in a while, you haven't been online. Or I haven't seen you or something. Well, I haven't been on in a while either, so that probably explains it. But, thanks a lot! Love ya!!
JustDuck ~~ I e-mailed you and told you about your "guess". Haha, thanks so much for reviewing! You are totally awesome!~!
Splashey ~~ LOL I hate when it says that I already reviewed chapters when I didn't. FF.net is weird like that, as you already know. Thanks so much! Yup Spot is such a jerk. He is a very BIG jerk in this chapter. Yes he is. Are you a Tumbler lover too?? I don't know anyone who doesn't love the Tumbles. He is so cute! I love writing parts with him in, I have another part written. He has a few lines and it is so cute! Keep your eyes open for that. I can tell you which chapter it is, it's called "I love Chicken Wing Part II". It's coming after this next chapter that I already finished writing. Thanks so much for reviewing! You know I love it!
Now without any more crap and interruptions. Here is the awaited chapter! Spot Comes To 'Hattan Part II!!
** AUTHOR'S NOTE**
Another warning label goes on this one. So here it is: WARNING ~~ Major major major usage of the 'f' word. Let me count how many times it is said: 23 times. Not that many compared to the last chapter. But I just wanted to keep that out there for you guys. I warned you and now it is up to you to read or to back away. The next chapter isn't that bad...I think it only has like the 'f' word once or twice or something. Mostly just said by Snitch and Skittery (next chapter I mean). But being as Spot is in town and how he is such a big dude and stuff, everyone wants to look like a "bad boy". So, you guys understand what I'm saying!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 10: Spot Comes to 'Hattan Part II
Liz stood in shock, not believing what she heard. "Snitch, ya don't think dat you could possibly do-" She stopped, noticing the hurt in his eyes. It was just a dream, but it wasn't JUST a dream to Snitch. How could he think of something like that? How could he even think to hurt her like that? "Snitch, I know you wouldn't do dat." She walked over and placed her small hand on his arm.
He let out a deep breath. "I just don't-" Liz put her finger up to his lips to stop him. "God, what da fuck came ovah me?"
"Snitch, it was just a dream."
"No! It was real!" He raised his voice. "I mean, everythin' was real. It was jist da way everythin' was left. Da bunk room was empty an' you was kissin' me and den I just went mad! I – I can't explain it! It just happened so fast, an' I couldn't stop myself." He trembled as Liz touched his face, gazing into his soft hazel eyes that were filled with tears. "I just don't understand it. I mean, how could I possibly think of somethin' like dat?"
She swallowed, trying to think of something to say that he'd believe. "Well, you was just thinkin' of what Skittery said. You was just dwellin' so much on da stuff dat Spot an' Skittery said. Dat's all. You wasn't actually thinkin' of dat, you was just remembering what dey had just said. Okay?" She tugged at his arm to get him to answer. He didn't even acknowledge her. "Snitch, please just listen tah me."
He cocked his head down to look at her, hurt still in his eyes. He let out a sigh as he gave Liz a crooked smile.
"Ya wanna go back tah bed?" Snitch shrugged as Liz took his hand and led him over to their bunk.
"I ain't gonna go back tah sleep I'll tell ya that much." He said as he climbed onto his bunk, plopping down on it. He flopped down, lying on the bed, his brown hair spread across the pillow.
Liz rested her head on her elbow, facing Snitch. She flipped pieces of his hair around, staring off into space. She let out a small sigh. "Well, ya don't gotta sleep if ya don't want to. I mean, ya probably don't wanna go to sleep, anyway."
He turned his head in confusion as Liz brushed her lips against his.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (A/N: This is while Liz and Snitch were talking to let everyone know. It is sort of like a double time thingy, so don't get confused.)
"NOOOO! You jerk!" Tag screamed as Spot threw some stones at her. They were still playing the game. Spot had decided to change the rules a bit; he decided that the person could either ask a question and if the answer is yes, they could do what the question is asking. (A/N: yeah it is sounding a lot like truth or dare, but hey this is my story so it is my game...:P)
"Well would ya at least make-out wid him in front of all'a us, bein' as ya won't fuck 'im." Mush roared with laughter and started rolling on the ground. Spot narrowed his eyes challenging Tag.
She glared at him, eyeing him; trying to scare him away. Specs was chewing nervously on his lip; yeah he WANTED to make-out with Tag any day, but in front of everyone, that was what he was unsure of. "Okay, Spot. I hope ya enjoy dis!" She grabbed Specs' neck and ambushed him with her lips.
Some of the boys burst with laugher (Ahem Mush) and some of them looked away in embarrassment.
They did exactly what they were told to do, they made-out and boy did they! They made-out for about three minutes before Spot had enough. "Hey, hey, okay! Stop dat, dat is nasty!" He wrinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out.
Specs smiled a dreamy smile; his hair all ragged and roughed up, his glasses falling off his nose. He giggled a bit and blushed.
"Tag, spin." Spot demanded, sticking his finger through his blonde hair.
"Blink, who is this Christina goil, you was askin' Spot about?" She gripped tightly to Specs' sweaty hand.
Blink thought about that question for a while before answering. It brought back old memories of him and Christina, he knew he had to find her and get her back before she does something that she is totally going to regret. "Well, Tag we was just friends once. Dat's really all dere is tah say, really. I mean, I saw 'er once an' just approached 'er an' we just clicked from da foist word we spoke tah each other. We were together forah only a few measly months an' nothin' happened, so I guess she moved on. I mean it was always da same thin' ovah an' ovah again. I guess she just got tired of it, so she left. I don't know why though, she just kinda walked up tah me one day an' said dat she was leavin' an' she just did. I tried tah ask 'er why she was leavin', but she just started cryin' an' den she just walked away. I just really, really mi- umm well dat's da story."
"Aww dat's sweet." Tag said sighing.
"Dat's fuckin' stupid, Blink! What do fuck are ya thinkin' 'bout stupid shit like dat forah? I mean c'mon, Blink, you gots goils all 'round 'Hattan dat you could be wid, c'mon ya dumb fuck. Get da fuck ovah it." Spot said, looking even more disgusted with Blink than he did when Tag and Specs were making out.
Blink couldn't believe his ears, yet alone his eye. His best friend was telling him to get over it. Spot couldn't pick out lovers if they wore a tag around their neck saying "lovers" and pointing to each other, let alone know what it was like to love someone. Spot didn't understand love, nor did he want to. He was just out to have his fun and that was it. "I'm tired, I'm gonna go tah bed." Blink said, throwing away the cigarette that he just lit up.
"Aww Blink, c'mon!"
He ignored the protests and slammed the door behind him not looking back. He ran down the stairs, pounding them with his humongous feet, as the entered the bunk room. His mouth dropped to the floor, this was something that he didn't need to see, yet alone wanted to see. Liz and Snitch making-out IN BED!
"Blink, umm – hi." Liz said blushing, throwing Snitch off of her. Snitch just was speechless, not knowing what to say.
Blink just stood there in shock. "Guys please don' do dat. Just get a room er somethin' but don't do dat heah, now please?" He begged as he climbed up on his bunk and buried his head in the pillow. He jumped over on his back and rested his hands on his stomach. "You guys can do dat, just don't fuckin' have sex alright!" He said covering his hands over his face.
"Ahh! Why does everyone think we're going tah have sex! I can't take it any more!" Liz screamed pushing Snitch out of the way. She turned on the other end of the bed and buried her face in the pillow.
"Liz?!" Snitch muttered a bit angry and confused.
"Itey can sleep on your side tahnight, I wanna be alone."
"Oh no! Liz, I am not, I repeat am NOT fuckin' sleepin' wid Itey!" He threw the covers off himself and went over to Liz's side of the bed. "Liz, sweety, please just don't worry 'bout it-"
"Stop sayin' dat woid! Argh!" She yelled turning her back to him.
"What are ya talkin' 'bout? Fuck? Alright, I'll stop sayin' dat too. Just c'mon, just forget about all dis shit. Forget what everyone is sayin' dey don't mean a thing, okay. We ain't gonna do nothin' dat you don't wanna do, okay? I don't know what crawled up dere ass, but it's gonna have tah crawl back out."
"Dat's not the point, Snitch." She rotated around.
"What's da point den?" He said putting his hand on her cheek.
"I mean, dey is always forcin' us tah do somethin', I can't take it anymore! It's like in order to fit in heah we gotta do somethin', an' I hate it."
"Hey! When da fuck did ya evah start listenin' tah dem?"
"Snitch!"
"Sorry, but seriously, when did ya start listen tah dem? You are da last person dat I would suspect tah listen to dem. I mean, look at Tag an' Specs. Dey've been together forah a long time an' dey ain't had sex." Snitch said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but dey ain't gettin' forced tah. I mean, it's dem and dey're different. It's just-" Liz started.
"God, shut da hell up! Stop your bickerin' I'm tryin' tah sleep, for God's sake! Uh!" Blink screamed, throwing a pillow at them as he threw his head down on an empty bed.
Snitch just glared in his general direction, not letting Blink bother him. "It's whatevah you make it out tah be, Liz. You do what you want, okay?" He kissed her forehead and went back over to his side of the bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~* (A/N: This is while Blink, Liz and Snitch were talking. Okay, do you guys get what I'm doing here? Anybody there?? *crickets chirp* Ahh shucks!)
Mush was rolling on the floor engaged in a horrendous laugh. Tag was shielding her eyes behind Specs, as he was snorting a bit, trying to keep a straight face. Racetrack was shouting out comments as Dutchy and Skittery were holding their stomachs from so much laughter. Spot was doing some stupid gesture thing, making everyone's insides hurt from laughing so hard!
"Okay, no more sex, no more 'chuckin' da chicken, no more nothin'! Be serious now, Spot. Dis game is just turning gross now!" Tag tried to say seriously, but everyone knew she loved it.
They all disregarded the whole bottle idea after awhile and started throwing questions out at anyone they wanted to. "Who evah got a 'flyer'?" Spot said with excitement. Specs completely lost it, which made Tag hit him across the head. Mush stupidly raised his hand. "Who has one right now?" All the guys joked and raised their hands. Spot lost all control and HE started rolling on the floor, gripping his hurting stomach.
"Specs?" Tag said looking a bit nervous and confused.
"Tag, ya don't wanna know." He explained honestly, trying to think of something to say that would change the subject.
"What? Don't ya know what dat is?" Spot said arrogantly. "A hard- on, ya know a boner"
"God stop!! Ahh!" Tag screamed covering her ears as Specs lost it. All the boys enjoyed watching her try not to laugh while they all counted in their heads, ten – nine – eight – seven, she started cracking up laughing, which made everyone else completely lose it. "Dis game is stupid." Tag protested shaking her head.
"Aww c'mon Tag, you know you love it." Mush said in between laughs.
"Oh yeah, I think I kinda do." She rolled her eyes.
"You think you can come up wid a bettah one? You do a question now, an' it bettah not be borin'!" Spot demanded.
"Okay, I will! Dutchy, if you could change one thin' dat you did, what would ya change?"
"Oh go knit a sweatah!" Spot said, as he pretended to snore, making Mush burst into laughter.
"Hey, Spot! Don't be talkin' tah my goil like dat!" Specs defended. "I'll rip your eyes out!"
"Ooh of course you would!" Spot said back, making fists. "C'mon boy! C'mon!" Spot said, subsiding into laughter. "Dat was a stupid question, Tag! Forah cryin' out loud, I'd rather go fuck myself right now!"
Mush laughed at Spots comment. "Hey, who's evah kissed a guy? Tag, don' answer dis. Any you bastards, evah kiss a guy?"
Everyone looked at each other, wondering if Mush was being serious or not. Of course, even if he was serious, he lost it because he started laughing, yet again. Everyone followed Mush's example except Skittery; he was hidden by the darkness, as his hands started shaking. He gripped his hands, trying to make them stop, so the other boys wouldn't notice that he was "nervous".
"Skitts, you've been awful quiet ovah dere. You evah kiss a guy?" Spot said taking a breath of air, after laughing so hard.
"Uhh no way, Spot. I ain't a faggot like you." He answered.
"Oh so I'm a faggot now? I thought da only things I fucked was goils, I guess Skits ya proved me wrong den." He joked. "Yeah, you guys caught me." He inched towards Mush. "Ya wanna french er somethin'?" He chuckled. "No seriously, we ain't got no pansies heah do we? I mean, we bettah not! If I find out any of you guys look at my ass when I leave, I'll take ya outtah da LH an' show ya how tah have some real fun. It'll be fun forah me at least!"
"Yeah, Spot. I know a guy who's gay!" Skittery had an evil glare in his eye. "Dat Snitch in dere." He pointed to the door.
"Da one wid Liz?" Spot asked as Skittery nodded. "I thought dat boy was straight? Ooh I get it now. He's just usin' 'er. He is just usin' her forah a scapegoat. I see."
"Spot dat's not what dat woid means." Specs corrected. "A scapegoat is-"
"God shut da fuck up, Specs! I wasn't talkin' tah you! Anyway, as I was sayin' you evah seen 'im do stuff tah other boys?"
Skittery grinned, knowing exactly what to say to that. "Yeah. As a matter of fact I have." He nodded. "A long time ago, he said he was 'molested' by some faggot on da street, which is total bullshit! Everyone knows dat he ASKED da guy tah play wid 'im. I mean it's just common sense, everyone knows dat." Skittery lied.
One thing that Spot Conlon could not stand was a guy who was gay. He had already murdered one of his best friends because he 'attempted' to make a move on him. Manhattan boys weren't any better; if he knew someone who was gay he'd make sure they'd never show their face in New York again. He had one thing on his mind, and one thing only; he was going to show Snitch the real way to live. He didn't even say anything to anyone as he got up and headed towards the door. His eyes reflected fire as he breathed long breaths through his nose. Snitch is gonna pay. He thought, bringing back the memories of his best friend.
He snuck through the bunk room, listening to the quiet snore of Blink. Grabbing Snitch by the shoulders, he threw him off the bed on to the floor. The once sleeping boy was awoken by the thud and crash if himself falling on the hard wood floor. Liz jumped up to see Spot kicking Snitch in the stomach. She shrieked, trying to help her boyfriend, but was thrown back by the skinny, yet strong arm of Spot.
Snitch winced in pain, as he tried to get up off of the dirty floor, but was kicked back down again. "What ya gonna do ya damn faggot! What ya gonna do?" Spot said kicking him even harder.
Hearing Liz scream, the gang up on the roof rushed down the stairs. Tag screamed at the sight of bleeding Snitch and frightened Liz. Specs held her back as she tried to stop Spot, knowing full well that it was useless. Blink was too tired to do anything, so he just sat and watched the whole scene take place. Dutchy, Racetrack, and Mush were shocked at what they saw. Skittery was smiling a bit, but deep down he was afraid.
"Skitts, help me!" Spot demanded grabbing the boy by the shoulders and attempting to drag him out of the LH. Liz jumped down on Spot's shoulders as she started hitting his back. Skittery grabbed her and pulled her off of his shoulders. He pushed her over to Dutchy, who was too shocked to do anything but hold her back.
"Spot, c'mon lets not do dis." He tried to stop Spot, but was just punched in the face. He grabbed Snitch's arm, and started dragging him. He ignored Liz's cries of panic and fear. For the first time in such a long time, he had tears welling up in his eyes. He felt so guilty for lying and now Snitch, who had never done anything to him, was paying for it.
"Get dat fucker up!" Spot said shoving Skittery out of the way. Skittery obeyed and pulled Snitch to his feet.
Snitch was trying to catch his breath and recover from his previous blows. He held his stomach in disbelief and confusion as a foot slammed into his crotch, making him fall to the ground in a hundred times more pain than he had ever felt before. He let out a cry as he gripped his crotch, head hitting the ground.
"Yeah, feel you balls, asshole! Make sure dey're all dere, if ya got 'em!" Spot yelled at him, as he slapped his head.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Dutchy let me go! Dutchy please!" Liz screamed, struggling to get away. Dutchy finally gave up and let her go as she ran down the stairs, everyone else following her.
She screamed at the sight of Snitch, hurled over, blood on his mouth and nose.
Spot pushed Skittery over to Snitch. "Fuck 'im in da ass, Skittery! Show 'im who's boss!" Spot chuckled.
Skittery trembled with fear and guilt. Tears ran down his face as Spot kept pushing him towards Snitch.
"You bastard, do it!" Spot demanded, slapping Skittery, who cried more.
Snitch was frozen in shock at what was going on; his head had hit the floor so hard it knocked him out. He could move and everything, but he was totally out of it.
"Skittery?!?" Spot screamed, taking matters into his own hands. "Fuck you bastard!" He screamed as he walked over to Snitch, unzipping his pants.
"Spot! Get da fuck away from 'im!" Liz screamed, losing all control of her actions and emotions. She ran over to Spot and nailed him right in the balls, making him fall to his knees in pain. She ran over to Skittery, tears streaming down his face, and punched his lights out. She had more strength than she ever knew she had as she continued to beat up Skittery, who did not do anything to get her off of him. A hand grabbed her arm, pulling her off of the crying boy. An old and tired looking face hovered over her, pulling her to her feet. She pushed away from him and rushed over to heaving Snitch. She embraced him, not knowing what to do. She started to cry in his chest as everyone else watched in shock and fear.
"When do you boys just stop?" Kloppman said firmly as he picked Skittery up off the ground. "All of you get in da Lodgin' House! Tag an' Spot, go home, now!" He demanded. "I don't wanna heah anythin' from any of ya forah da rest of da night. You gotta stop dis! Dis is gettin' outtah hand! What was dis all about anyway? What did Snitch do tah you? You all make dis woild lousy! It is people like you who make people go crazy." He pointed at Spot, who was heaving like Snitch. "It is people like you who killed my wife! Now go home an' think about all of dis!" He screamed, pushing his way into the Lodging House, other Newsies following him.
Tag was shaking in Specs' arms. She looked at him and started to walk home. Dutchy and Racetrack followed her example and went inside the Lodging House. Specs stood for a while and followed everyone else back into the LH. Spot stood up to give out a last word before he said 'fuck dis' and headed off back to Brooklyn, leaving Skittery, Snitch and Liz.
Skittery felt the guilt wind up in his heart as he looked over seeing Snitch crying on Liz's shoulder and Liz crying into his chest. He really messed up this time; he didn't know that Spot so badly hated 'gay' people. He just said that to save his own skin; he couldn't let anyone know that he was what he was. No one would understand, and if they found out he'd be in the same boat Snitch was in. He bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly as he slowly stood up and walked over to the victims. He swallowed, not knowing what to say. "I can't tell ya how terribly sorry I am." He said honestly as Liz glared up at him, flicking him off. She returned her wet face to Snitch's chest. "Snitch, let me help ya up."
"Don't you touch 'im, you bastard! Don't you evah touch 'im again. Skittery I fuckin' hate you! I fuckin' hate you! Just go!" Liz screamed, pushing his legs away.
His heart sank low, almost all the way into his stomach; he had always been hated by some people, but not Liz. Liz didn't hate anyone, it sucked that Skittery was her first. He didn't listen to what she said and picked him up, slinging his arm around his neck.
"Skittery, don't" Liz started as she saw that Skittery was crying just as much as she was. Snitch didn't flinch at all; he was in too much pain to realize who was carrying him. They all walked into the LH; Skittery tried to avoid eye contact with Kloppman, but failed. Kloppman had been waiting to 'doctor' Snitch. He had the bandages and everything already out for them.
Kloppman was their doctor, he took care of them when they were sick, he'd bandage their wounds when they got in fights, and he'd just basically help them out with everything. He took Snitch's arm and led him up the stairs to the sick room, where he'd doctor him.
Liz walked behind Kloppman, as Skittery put his big hand around her small wrist. "Could I talk tah you?" He asked sympathy in his eyes.
She glared at him in hate and anger. "What could you possibly say dat would make dis any bettah?"
"Liz, I nevah mean forah dis tah happen, honestly. We was just talkin' and"
"No! I have tah go tah Snitch, he needs me now. He's a lot more important den you!" She said, pulling away from him.
"Liz, please!" He begged with pleading eyes. "Please, just listen' tah me, 'cause I'm only gonna say dis once an' I wanna say it tah you 'cause you're da only one who'll understand. You're da only one dat'll understand why I did what I did."
"Because you're an asshole, I already understand." She gave him angry eyes.
"Please, just forah a minute, I swear."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, just give me a minute, I wanna see Snitch." She waited until he nodded at her and ran up the stairs. Kloppman had already bandaged his wounds and was now trying to get him to respond; Snitch had been knocked out pretty hard because he wasn't doing anything to show any consciousness at all. "Is he gonna be okay?" She said, a tear running down her cheek as she looked at her unresponsive boyfriend. Kloppman gave her a sad look and shrugged. She took matters into her own hands. She bent down on the floor, sitting on her knees. She looked at Kloppman, telling him to let go of Snitch. She lowered his head to her legs and stroked his hair. "Snitch?" She attempted, trying not to cry. "Can you heah me?" More tears started running down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, I tried tah stop dem. Honestly I did. Please wake up. Snitch please!" She leaned over and kissed him, hoping that that would wake him up from his slumber; unfortunately it did not.
Skittery appeared at the door and called for Liz. She looked at Kloppman he told her it was okay to go, he assured her that Snitch would be fine, and headed out with Skittery.
"Make it quick Skittery; I got someone in dere who needs me right now." She said, standing outside the LH door.
"Liz, I gotta tell ya somethin' dat I can't tell anyone else an' no one else can know. I trust ya, you are a goil of your woid an' I believe ya. But, dis is somethin' dat is so secret, dat if someone put a gun tah your head ya wouldn't say a thing." He said staring into her eyes.
"Sure yeah."
"Ya wanna know da real reason why I always say dat he's gay?"
"Please, Skittery! 'Cause forah da life of me I can't understand why!" She said.
"Because it gets everyone away from me. It makes everyone look an' focus on someone else other than me." He explained.
"What are ya talkin' 'bout? No one focuses on you."
"Liz, I think I'm gay." Skittery said honesty in his eyes.
"What?!? What da hell are ya talkin' about?!?" Liz screamed in disbelief. She started pacing, trying not to believe him.
"Liz, I know dis sounds really stupid an' everythin', but it's true!"
"Skittery, just stop please! Dis ain't funny!" She raised her voice at him.
"Liz, I ain't tryin' tah be funny! I swear to fuckin' God! I swear on my muddah's grave dat I'm tellin' ya da truth! But, ya can't tell anyone about dis." He grabbed her shoulders, turning her towards him. "You can't tell anyone dat I am da way I am. Dey won't understand! You saw what happened tahday, dat'll be what dey do tah me! Dey'll fuckin' ass rape me, Liz! Dey'll kill me, den drag me through da street an' make a demonstration of me."
"Skittery, no! I don't believe you! Why?!? What?!? I don't understand." Liz looked at him, fear and disbelief in her eyes.
"Liz, if you don't believe me, den who will?"
"I don't get you, Skittery. I don't wanna believe you!"
"What don't ya get, Liz? I'll explain it tah you." Skittery said impatiently.
"Dis whole thing! I don't get it! I don't get why you are sayin' dis, I'm tired of everyone lyin' tah me!"
"Okay, let me explain it tah you." He gripped her shoulders tighter. "I don't like goils no more. I nevah liked goils, it wasn't until recently that I really started tah like" He paused. "Jack."
"I understand what gay is, dumb ass! Oh my God, I just don't understand why you're lyin' tah me! I mean, all my life I've been livin' a lie an' I'm tired of it! Everyday people lie tah me, every night people lie tah me! Snitch lies tah me, Oscar lies tah me, now you're lyin' tah me! I can't take it!" She went crazy and screamed.
"Liz stop!" Skittery tried to calm her down. "I swear tah you dat I ain't lyin'! Please believe me, Liz. I'm sorry for what I did! I am real sorry; I can't tell ya how ungodly sorry I am! I swear on my muddah's grave dat I'm tellin' da truth! If you don't believe me who will? I mean I ain't gonna tell any body else, 'cause you're da only one who's gonna understand! Liz, I'm begging you; you gotta believe me. I gotta tell you dis, because I trust you. Please!" He looked into her eyes with sympathy and compassion.
She paused, not wanting to believe but was forced to. "All right, Skittery. I believe you. I won't say a woid, I promise. Just you gotta promise dis one thing okay? You gotta promise me dat you won't let anybody hoit Snitch again; you can't do anythin' like dat again. Skittery, you're killin' him inside! He can only take so much an' you are just gonna make 'im go crazy! He can't take it anymore, Skitts. He ain't da same anymore an' it's because of you! You an' your jokes. Everythin' is fun an' games tah you. You really hoit 'im, you really hoit us, Skittery. Just promise ya won't do it again, okay?"
"I promise." He smiled as he leaned in to hug Liz.
She pulled away. "No, Skittery. Not yet. I just need some time, all right. Just some time tah get used tah all dis."
"I understand. I know it's a little weird. I mean, I'm just gettin' used tah it myself." He laughed.
"You're not, like, ashamed or anythin'?"
"Why? Because I'm different? No way. Liz, just because I ain't like you in da type of people or da kind of people I like don't mean dat I am a different person. I mean, I guess I'm sorta like you in a way, I like da same sex as you do." He joked.
"Dis ain't a joke, Skittery."
"I know it ain't. I'm just sayin', I still am da same ol' Skittery. Nothin's changed, besides my preferences. But, I'll try tah be nicer tah people now, okay. If you keep my secret, den I'll do what you said, okay?"
"Did you, like, do stuff wid guys?"
"Liz, I have a boyfriend. 'E's from Queens, ya know 'im? Chicken Wing 'is name."
Liz smiled and giggled at the name. "Chicken Wing?!?"
"Yeah, I know it's a shitty name, but Liz 'e understands me. I mean, I knew 'im forah a long time, an' he taught all dis stuff tah me. He taught me tah be da way I am."
"But, Chicken Wing?" She laughed. "I'm sorry, it's just a funny name. Okay, anyway, but you didn't like do dat wid 'im did you?"
"No, Liz. God, you're soundin' like, like I don't know, but you're just soundin' dat way. Don't worry 'bout it, Liz. You're da only one dat's gonna know, an' dat's evah gonna know. I sell in Queens, so it ain't like I'm gonna do it in 'Hattan or anythin'." She was looking at the ground now. "Liz, you're okay wid it, right?"
She paused, not knowing what to say. "Okay wid what? How can I keep up wid somethin' dat's six feet above my head?"
"Well, den you must not be able tah keep up wid much." He joked.
"Shut up, Skittery. Dat ain't what I meant. I mean-well, I guess I'm okay wid it. I mean, I don't actually agree wid da whole thing, but I guess I'm okay wid it." She shrugged.
"Wow! That was really assuring." He said sarcastically.
"Skitts, I don't know. I mean, I – dis is all new tah me, okay. I nevah knew someone who was like – dat."
"Like what? Liz, it's still me. I mean, it don't change anythin'. It's still me. Dere ain't nothing different 'bout me. I can't make ya understand or whatever, but I'm tryin' tah convince ya dat it is da same old me!" Skittery explained.
"I know dat, but it's just -"
"Just what?"
"Weird, dat's all. It's just weird dat, I don't know. But, yeah sure I'll try tah understand an' I'll try not tah treat ya differently, okay. It's just gonna take sometime tah get used tah, ya know."
"Okay, sure." He had to show her how much he appreciated that she is willing to accept him the way he is. He leaned in to hug her, she pulled back again.
"Skittery, just don't touch me okay. I'm not tryin' tah be mean or anythin', but dis is just all kinda new an' weird tah me. I just need some time tah cope, okay?"
"Can do. Can do." He said as he walked her into the Lodging House. He thanked God that he got that off his chest, he'd been keeping that secret for such a long time and it felt great that he could tell someone.
~*~*~*~*~*
I have to give you guys the biggest apology in the history of Newsies fans or whatever!
I'M SORRY!
SNITCH: She is sorry! JACK: She's sorry TUMBLER: She's sorry JAKE: She's sorry SKITTERY: She's sorry KID BLINK: She's sorry ITEY: She's sorry RACETRACK: She's sorry SNIPESHOOTER: She's sorry LES: She's sorry DAVEY: She's sorry BOOTS: She's sorry SNODDY: She's sorry GUY IN THE WET LONG UNDERWEAR: She's sorry HOODLIE: She's sorry JOSH: She's sorry CHICKEN WING: She's sorry PIE EATER: She's sorry SPOT: She's sorry MUSH: She's sorry BUMLETS: She's sorry ANYONE ELSE I MISSED: She's sorry
Do you guys see how sorry I am? I have had this chapter written for like two weeks or something and I haven't put it out yet. I don't know why. It's really hard to explain. You guys are all probably writers, I imagine, and I'm sure you've dealt with all the procrastination and stuff. But, it has been weird. I used to love writing and putting my chapters out! I used to have a chapter out in like three days after the previous chapter was put out. Now it's like two weeks later! I'm so sorry guys! My schedule has been so busy. This is my busiest semester and stuff. I have Spanish I, Honors English, and Algebra I. So yeah, a lot of work. Not to mention late play practices and stuff. I literally have no time. When I do have time, I'm always doing something other than my fanfiction. I correct my sister's ff (it's called A Blue Winged Butterfly and it is so much better than mine, so go check it out! Her ff.net sn is Blue Boxer. So, yeah it's a great story and it rocks!~!). But, yeah that is my excuse. It's not really an excuse or anything, just letting you guys in on a little bit of my life. But, I just haven't felt like writing recently and I don't know why. I guess I'm just depressed about the whole Jorrie thing, but that's a different story. (Tag you know about that!) But, I'm not gonna get into that one.
No more boring you with my life, here is what is in store for the next chapter (which is already written...I just need Tag to correct it, whenever she is ready):
~~ I bet you all are wondering who this Chicken Wing guy is...well this is the chapter that will tell you! An introduction to one of my personal "extra" character's, Chicken Wing! I hope you'll learn to love him just as much I love him!
~~ Snitch and Skittery get into a minor fight, which is broken up with someone other than Liz. It is an unexpected breaker up of fights person.
~~ Snitch gets mad at Liz for some of the choices she is making (God they sound so much like each other's mother or something)
~~ Skittery feels so bad about what he put Snitch through (He should because he really messed up!)
~~ Liz sings Snitch a song! Yay! Okay that's not that spiffy, but I love love love love the song!
And that's about it! It's a great chapter I think. The carriage story is so funny! It was inspired by an actual occurrence/incident. Although it never happened to me, it was told to me by a good friend from church camp named Josh. It was hilarious. But, anyway to find out what I'm talking about you have to read "Chicken Wing Part I". Yes, it is going to be another series. But, there is only one more series and as far as I know now that is the end of the series'. So, don't get mad at me for that. But I thank you guys so much for hanging in there! I love you all!!!
Please read and review! Thanks so much guys!!
