Hey guys!~! Here is the second part of I Love Chicken Wing. It's another
long chapter, and I apologize. The next one is gonna be shorter, I
promise. I gotta start shortening these, I know they are really long and
I'd get tired of reading them too. Gah, I have a tendency of dragging
things out, ya know. So, I'm sorry for that. And on to some SO's:
Blue Boxer~~ You're gonna be in the next chapter. I took the Blink thing out of this one and put it in the next one. Get it? Good. Thanks so much for reviewing! Mucho mucho love!~
Just Duck~~ I swear you are psychic or something. The whole turning Snitch's name into "shit", b/c that's is favorite word, is just genius! I mean, I had this chapter written like three weeks ago and you had no idea about the whole "shit" thing. But, in this chapter it explains Itey's and Snitch's relationship about being the "shit brothers" and stuff. You are something else I'll tell ya! Thanks so much for reviewing and Chicken Wing IS quite a character ain't he? Gah I'm so glad you loved my last chapter and I hope you like this one. Luvvies!
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Skittery opened the door for Liz and Wing as they walked into Tibby's. The boys were slamming on the table with their fists as the usual people/person was laughing. Racetrack was spilling about his recent run in with a "convict" from a big prison place, which everyone knew was a lie, but it was pretty funny. The boys noticed Skittery walk in with Liz and an unknown visitor.
"Guys, umm, this is my friend, uh, Isaac Summers, he lives in Queens." He pointed to Chicken Wing and smiled innocently.
The boys just stared at him as someone muttered a faint 'hi'.
"Well, Skittery's right, I do live in Queens. But, as ya'll can see, I'm a black man. I come from da not so sunny state of Alabama. An' my name is Issac, but I prefer ya'll tah call me Chicken Wing, or if dat's a mouthful tah ya'll, just call me Wing." He said with a smile.
Silence.
"Welcome tah 'Hattan, Wing." Jack said in approval. With that all the guys and girl (Tag) said a nice 'hi' or 'hello' to Wing.
Wing sat down beside Skittery and Liz and ordered his food as he told the boys his "wild" stories, which made them crack up. "Now, I don't know ya'll, so could ya introduce yourselves tah me?" He asked looking at Mush.
"Well, I'm Mush. I'm 14 and a sex addict." He laughed, as everyone else rolled their eyes.
"Heya, Mush. Is dat why dey call ya dat? 'Cause 'a your testosterone problem?" Wing laughed. Mush just nodded.
"Da name's Kelly, Jack Kelly. But, just call me Jack or Cowboy. Da rest ain't of your knowledge." Jack joked.
"I'm Polly. I'm 15 years old and I live with my alcoholic grandfather who used to beat me with a chopstick if I didn't get his bathwater ready by 8 o'clock." Racetrack joked. "Racetrack's da name, gamblin' an' poker's da game." He smiled.
"Oooh poker! I loves tah play dat!" Wing said with a laugh as Race nodded.
"I'm Kid Blink, or just call me Blink or Kid. I'm 18 and I am blind in one eye, hence the patch." He pointed to his patch. "But, it also helps me sell papes, cause people feel bad for me an' take pity on me, which makes dem give me good tips." He smiled.
"Very true, very true." Wing replied. He felt a tugging on his pant leg and looked down to see a very small curly haired boy waving at him. "What's your name buddy?" He asked, looking into the small brown eyes of Tumbler.
"I'm Tumbler. I'm dis many," He held up his hands, holding seven fingers up.
"You're seven?" Wing asked as he acted surprised. "You're a big boy now ain't ya?"
Tumbler nodded. "I like your hat." He smiled. "It reminds me of my daddy's hat."
"Heah, do ya want it?" Wing asked as he took his hat off and handed it to Tumbler.
"Wow! I got a hat of my own?" He asked in excitement and the biggest smile in the world on his face. "Thank you, Mister."
"No problem, little man. Now take care of dat hat, it's an antique." Wing joked.
"An-ti-quah?" Tumbler tried to repeat what Wing had said. "What's dat?"
"Well, it's.."
"Tumbler, get ovah heah, don't torture Wing wid your stupid little kid questions." Jack snapped at Tumbler.
"Okay, Jack." He looked at Wing. "Sorry Wing." He looked down at his feet as he walked back over to his seat beside Boots and Snipeshooter.
"I'm Snoddy. It's Snod-dy, not Snot-ty." He joked.
"I got ya dere pal."
"I'm Specs an' dis is my lovely goil Tag." Specs said as he kissed Tag on the cheek. She blushed.
"Yeah, what he said." She rolled her eyes and flirted with Specs for a little.
They went around the table and introduced themselves, with Wing adding in little comments sometimes.
"I'm Tumbler an' I 7 year old. I 7 year old." He nodded in pride. "An' you just gave me a new hat." He smiled. "Spot an' Jack are my best friends. I love hangin' around with da big boys, 'cause dey make me do cool stuff."
"Oh really? Like what?" Wing asked in wonder.
"Like dey make me do whatevah dey say. Dey call me dere little ass- sis-sis-sisi-tant."
Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Ooh, I see. You're gettin' in big, ain't ya little man?" Tumbler nodded.
"Dat's good, you evah come tah Queens?"
Tumbler shook his head.
"Den you should, little man. I should show ya around my country." He joked. "You'd like dat, wouldn't ya?" Tumbler nodded. "Alright, den me an' you, one day will sell tahgethah in Queens, okay?" He looked over to the next person at the table, which was Snipeshooter.
"I'm Snipeshooter and I love cigars." He said in his low "froggy" voice. "I want Havana cigars dat cost a quarter." He smiled as she stroked the cigar that he was smoking.
"Not bad." Wing shook his head. After everyone was introduced Wing told them about his "carriage" story. He got in good with the boys, they thought he was hilarious and that was the number one thing that they liked the most. You had to be someone who could make them laugh, if you were boring and plain, then you were out. He told them stories about his life, which made them crack up even more. Wing was a funny guy, period. He was outgoing and always knew what to say and when to say it. That was just the way he was, he was lucky that way.
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Snitch laid on his back, his hands rested on his stomach. He was in a trance and just spacing out. He was lying on his bunk in the Lodging House, waiting for the guys to get back from Tibby's so he could find something to do.
Itey was with him, but he was playing jacks by himself; every once in awhile he'd shout with anger and defeat or with joy. He some how found a way to either beat himself to lose to, well himself.
"You wanna go play cards?" Snitch suggested.
"Urm" He groaned.
"Okay, do ya wanna steal Snipe's sword an' fence?"
"Argh."
"Do ya wanna do anything?"
"Urgh."
"Do ya wanna go tah Brooklyn an' beat da shit outtah da knights?" Snitch rolled on his side to look at Itey, who was on the floor.
"Ooh yeah? Sure." He smiled and jumped up.
"Nah, dat's stupid. We did dat las' year." Snitch said propping his head up with his hand. "How was your sellin' day?"
"Argh."
"Are you dumb??? Or deaf? Why ain't ya talkin'?" Snitch said angrily.
"I ain't nothing, Snitch. I'm just a little busy right now." Itey snapped back at him.
"With what? I wouldn't want ya tah miss a shot of your game with YOURSELF!" He threw the pillow at Itey.
"Hey, you ain't exactly da person who wants tah do anythin' wid me either, okay."
"What da hell are ya talkin' 'bout, fag?" Snitch gave him a confused look.
"I'm talkin' 'bout you ain't exactly my friend no more." Itey looked down at the floor.
"What? Itey? I.." Snitch tried to explain. "Dis is about Liz ain't it?" He asked.
"No, Snitch, it ain't about nothin'. Just forget it okay, just forget I said anythin'." Itey gathered up his jacks and stuff and stood up.
"Ites stop!" Snitch jumped off his bunk and stopped Itey. "I'm sorry, man. I'm real sorry. I mean, I know I get caught up in all dis shit, but its good shit. Me an' her, it's good stuff."
"What about da shit dat we had?"
"Itey, we ain't nevah had shit." Snitch laughed.
"No, I don't mean like dat, because I know dat. Eww, dat's nasty! I mean da stuff dat we used tah consider 'our' shit. Da stuff dat we used tah do together that she wouldn't have anythin' tah do wid. We've lost our shit, Snitch. We've lost a lotta stuff. We've lost our friendship." Itey said honestly.
"Itey, ya make us sound like we're gay. An' we ain't gay.
"No! I mean..."
"I know what you mean. I'm your best friend an' I always will be. But, she needs me right now, man."
"But, what if I need you too. I needed ya a long time ago, but you weren't dere. You were out wid 'er. But, dat's okay. I got through it by myself. But, Snitch, you ain't my best friend no more."
"But I am.."
"Were you my friend when you went out an' sold widout me? Were you my friend when you went up an' played spin-da-bottle widout me? Were you my friend when you an' Liz went ovah tah Brooklyn widout me? No, you weren't. You were just a guy who had a goil. Someone tah love an' someone tah kiss an' make-out wid. I ain't got dat an' I don't wanna have dat. I just want someone who I can call my friend, but I'm losin' 'im. An' I don't wanna lose 'im, because he means a lot tah me. But, dis goil is real special tah 'im an' I accept that. Dis goil is someone dat he loves an' adores very much, an' I won't take dat away from 'im. But, if dis goil is someone who is gonna take away all his time an' all his friends, den I'm okay wid dat. I'll still be your friend an' I always will, even if ya don't got time for me." He shrugged.
"Itey, I..,I'm sorry." Snitch couldn't explain. He didn't know that it hurt Itey that much. "Man, we're still friends an' we always will be. You're da only person dat I tell a lot of da stuff I tell ya too, does dat any sense?" Itey nodded. "But, we're da 'shit' brothers. Always have been, always will be." He smiled.
"Dere shit is our shit." They laughed in unison.
"See I didn't forget." Snitch laughed. "I remember all da stupid stuff dat we did. I remember da foist time we went tah Brooklyn, we wanted tah swim in da water."
"An' you went tah jump off dat tree an' your clothes got caught!" Itey laughed. "You was so embarrassed!" He finished. "Ooh remember 'pickle juice'?"
Snitch held his stomach because of his laughter. "Pickle juice! Do ya remember, uh, iguana lickin' yaks?" He was stumbling with laughter.
"I'm a Jew!" Itey wailed.
"8624!" He grabbed the bed post to keep himself standing. The two boys laughed so much their stomachs felt like they were going to explode. "See I remember all of dat. All da good times. Just because we don't have those anymore, don't mean dat I forgot, because I didn't." He playfully hit Itey in the shoulder.
"Ow!" Itey hit him harder in the shoulder.
Snitch frowned and hit him again. Itey wiped the smirk off his face and punched Snitch. They both jumped on each other and fought.
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The boys were still laughing and talking to Chicken Wing as a pretty girl walked into Tibby's.
"Hey, look at dat fine goil." Mush whispered to Jack. "I'm in heaven." He smirked.
"Go get 'er." Jack suggested as he hit Mush's arm.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Mush interrupted the conversation. "Anybody got a mirror or somethin'?" He asked as he ran his hands through his fro, but they got caught halfway because of the knots.
"You don't need no mirror, just go." Jack yelled.
Mush stood up and pushed his chair in. He took a big breath, made sure his shirt was nicely tucked in. He licked his fingers and ran them across his eyebrows, straightening the bush that lay under his fingers. He then checked to see if all the buttons of his pants were buttoned up.
"What are ya doin' ya asshole?" Jack scolded. "Ya look like an idiot."
"Just bein' safe." He answered. He examined his hands to make sure he didn't have any food on them, then he went to his teeth, rubbing his fingers on them. He started to walk away before he turned around and started breathing in Jack's face. "How's my breath?" He blew out huge breaths of air into Jack's face.
Jack wrinkled up his face, but proceeded to answer Mush. "It's fine, Mush." He lied.
"Alright. Here I go!" He said confidently. He licked his finger once again and touched it to his shoulder as he made a sizzling noise. "Ow!" He smiled. He strutted over to the girl, whom by the grace of God had not seen him getting ready to come over to her. "Hey there, sweet cheeks. How ya doin'?" He asked as he took a vacant seat beside her.
"Um okay, I guess, and yourself?" She asked, giving him the cold shoulder.
"Oh well, I'm better now, you're here." He flirted. "My name is Mush; I'm the cutest kid in town, as told by my trusty friends da Newsies. And what is your name angel? Or don't angels have names?"
She smiled. "My name is Laura."
"Laura, what a beautiful name, such a beautiful girl too." He scooted closer to her. "Ya know, I'm a good friend of God's. We talk a lot an' he asked me tah do him a favor. He asked me tah take you out for dinner tonight. Ya know, in Central Park, under da stars."
"I don't know Mush." She blushed.
"Oh c'mon, Laura. It's God! You can't say no to God can ya?" He asked as he put his hand on her shoulder. She moved a way. "Hey, I can be your God for tonight." He whispered in her ear.
"Umm." She tried to say but was interrupted by Mush as he leaned in to kiss her. His elbow hit her drink and knocked it into her lap.
"Oh shit!" He managed to say as he grabbed a napkin and attempted to dry her lap.
"You pig!" She screamed as she picked up some mashed potatoes from her plate and threw them at Mush. They hit him full force in the face, but a few globs of them hit the back of Skittery.
Mush's mouth was wide open, mashed potatoes dropped off his chin. He was too shocked to understand what had happened.
Skittery turned around and saw Mush, sitting there with a face full of mashed potatoes. He growled and looked at his plate, which had peas and carrots on. He had a handful of his vegetables and threw them at Mush, hitting Laura in the process.
She screamed with surprise. She then got some more of her food and started throwing them at Skittery, hitting some other people too.
"Oh no!" Liz shrieked, getting up as fast as she could to avoid what would happen next. She ran towards the door when it started. Flying across the restaurant were mashed potatoes, baked beans, peas and carrots, sauerkraut, coleslaw, bread, pieces of meat and other food. Everyone was throwing food at each other.
"Take dat Skittery!" Racetrack yelled as he threw sauerkraut at Skittery.
"You bastard!" Kid Blink shouted with a laugh as he threw his food at Dutchy. The whole restaurant was a feeding frenzy. Food was being chucked at tables of innocent bystanders and old people just trying to enjoy a meal.
Liz ran out of the restaurant just as it all started to happen. She started laughing as she looked through the window in the door.
Jack, Chicken Wing, Skittery, Mush, Snipeshooter, and Kid Blink were all standing up and picking food of other people's plates, throwing them at the old couples. The food fight continued before the waiters and people broke it up. They kicked all the kids out of the restaurant. They carried Mush out as he screamed. "No! Hey! Put me down! Put me da fuck down! Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?" His feet were slammed into the ground.
"I don't care who you are kid, now get out." The waiter said calmly.
"I am Mush 'fuck me' Myers an' what do ya got tah say tah dat?"
"Nothin', but get outtah here before I kick you so hard you'll never come back to New York City." The waiter challenged.
"Oh really? And who do you think you are? Come on; tell me a really important name. Everyone knows me! I'm sure your sister knows me, ain't?"
"I am Marshall Tibby, the owner of this restaurant and sixteenth richest man in New York City." He said proudly.
"Oh I see now. But, only sixteenth? Why not second or third? Sixteenth man? Why spend all your money on a restaurant when you could be spendin' it on somethin' fun?"
"Like what?"
"Like sex, man. Dere's some pretty goils in dis town, Mars." Mush winked.
"Get outtah here kid!" Marshall tried to close the door, but the door was stopped by Mush's foot.
"I ain't leavin'!" Mush screamed through the door as it shut on his nose. He rubbed his nose and whined a bit.
Kid Blink, who had been watching the whole Mush and waiter thing in the back was laughing. "C'mon "fuck me"." He laughed as he playfully punched Mush's arm.
"It ain't funny. Blink, are we kicked out forevah?" Mush asked with an innocent look on his face.
"Nah, Mush. He can't kick us out forevah; I mean we are da only one's who do business with dat chap. Just for tonight." Blink hoped.
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Liz had left the restaurant as the waiters had kicked the Newsies out, she didn't want to get in trouble so she took off. She headed for the Lodging House when Oscar Delancy stopped to talk to her.
"Where's Snitch?" Oscar asked as he rested his head on the brick wall behind him.
"I don't know; he's in da Lodgin' House or something. Probably somewhere wid Itey. I don't know, he's him and I can't keep track of da guy." She laughed.
"He's your boyfriend, Liz."
"I know, but he's just complicated. I mean, he's like; he does what he wants and goes where he wants. He's not a predictable person, ya know. He just does whatever he wants when he feels like it and dat's always how he's been."
"Yeah, I see what ya mean." Oscar sighed. "He treatin' ya okay?"
"What? Why wouldn't he?" She asked, a little offended.
"I was just wonderin', I mean he's got quite a temper an' all."
"What guy don't have a temper, Oscar?"
"I know, but, I don't know. I mean, has he been actin' weird tah you lately?"
"What do ya mean?"
"I mean, he hasn't been actin' weird or anything right?"
"Well, I wouldn't say he's been actin' weird or anything, but he's been havin' dese weird dreams an' stuff." She looked at him suspiciously.
"Oh yeah? What kind of dreams?" He asked curiously.
"I don't know. Why?"
"Well, I was just wonderin'. I mean, c'mon, tell me."
"He's just been havin' dese dreams where he's been hoitin' me an' stuff. It's all stupid stuff." She shrugged it off.
"Are ya sure he ain't tryin' tah tell ya somethin'?" Oscar crossed his arms.
"What? Snitch? No way." She laughed. "Oscar, Snitch wouldn't hoit a fly, yet alone me."
"No, but I'm just sayin'. He could be plannin' somethin'."
"Hey, I know Snitch bettah den you do. Okay, I know him like I know my own name. He ain't like dat. Yeah, he likes tah fight, but he would never hit a goil. He'd never take on anyone that he knew couldn't take him back, ya know. Even if I was as tall as him, he'd still wouldn't take me. He ain't like dat. He would never hoit me no matter what. I'd never believe anyone if dey told me dat he was plannin' on hoitin' me, because he won't. He never did and he never will." She said firmly.
"But"
"No 'buts'. There are no 'ands', 'ifs', or 'buts'. No is no, which means never. Never ever ever ever ever ever ever. Do you understand?"
"Quite clearly." He said sarcastically.
"Good." She smacked her head.
"Why don't he like me, Liz?"
She thought about that question for a while before answering. "Because he ain't like me, Oscar. He ain't nothin' like me. He's so much different. He don't have as much faith in people as I do. He don't wanna give anyone a second chance. Once dey did somethin' wrong dat's it. It's over. Once you're out of his 'coicle of trust' you're out, and there's no gettin' back in. He just ain't one tah forgive and forget as easily as I am. It's really hard to explain, but dat's how he is. Always was, always will be."
"But, you could talk tah 'im right?"
"No, just stay away from him. Dat's da best thing you could do. Just don't talk tah him, don't go near him and just stay away from him. If you do dat, dere'll be no problems, I guarantee it." She nodded. "Enough 'bout Snitch. What about you? Anythin' new with you?"
"Nothin' much. I've been doin' a lot of nothin' lately." He laughed. "But, nah, nothin' real interesting happenin' lately." He shrugged.
"What about Morris? He doin' okay?"
"Yeah, he's okay. We don't really talk much anymore. I guess, with the whole me an' you thing we ain't much of brothers anymore. He wants me tah give ya hell, but I don't wanna do dat." He took a deep breath. "Hey Liz, um, I was wonderin' somethin'." He clenched his fists in nervousness.
"Okay, spill."
"Well, maybe me an' you could go hang out at Medda's or somethin', ya know.. Snitch could come, of course."
"I can't do dat, Oscar." She frowned.
"Why not? It's just us hangin' out. I mean, it's just like you an' da Newsies, except it's wid me." He shrugged.
"I can't do dat." She shook her head and started to walk away.
"No, don't say dat, Liz please." He followed her. "Liz, please. I'm changed change; I ain't what I used tah be, Liz. You already know that. Please." He begged.
"Oscar, no. Snitch wouldn't understand." She turned towards him. He looked really hurt. He looked almost like he was going to cry.
"Please. Liz, I wanna see you more. I wanna talk tah you more. It's just dis once. It ain't nothin' else. Just dis once. Please. Liz, don't ya trust me?"
"Oscar, you know I do. But, we just can't.."
"Go places together? Go places together as friends? Why not? I don't understand, you'll talk to me when no one is around, yet you won't go anywhere with me? Snitch'll be there, he won't let nothin' happen. Nothin's gonna happen, I promise."
"Oscar no, I"
"Please." He was broken hearted, it looked like. He actually, for the first time in his life, wanted to change. Why? I don't know, but he did.
She looked into his watery hazel eyes that begged her not to say 'no'. "Oscar, I'm with Snitch. An' Snitch don't want me with you. But, I'm goin' against what he wants an' doin' dis for you, now you gotta do dis for me. You can't tell nobody 'bout dis. So, I can't go with you an' I ain't gonna go with you. Okay? I have to go." She turned away and walked right away from him, not looking back.
"Liz, wait!" He called for her, but she didn't turn back. She kept walking until she knew that he gave up. ~*~*~*~*~*
This is the shortened version of this chapter..yayness! The next chapter is just about when Blink goes to the church to pray. It's quite humorous so I hope you find it as funny as my sister did. Haha!~! Please review I'll love you for eternity and you'll be able to have your favorite Newsie for eternity too. Mucho mucho loveeeeeees!
Blue Boxer~~ You're gonna be in the next chapter. I took the Blink thing out of this one and put it in the next one. Get it? Good. Thanks so much for reviewing! Mucho mucho love!~
Just Duck~~ I swear you are psychic or something. The whole turning Snitch's name into "shit", b/c that's is favorite word, is just genius! I mean, I had this chapter written like three weeks ago and you had no idea about the whole "shit" thing. But, in this chapter it explains Itey's and Snitch's relationship about being the "shit brothers" and stuff. You are something else I'll tell ya! Thanks so much for reviewing and Chicken Wing IS quite a character ain't he? Gah I'm so glad you loved my last chapter and I hope you like this one. Luvvies!
Tag Along~~ Yay, you reviewed. LOL thanks so much! I'm sorry that these are so long, I tried to shorten down and cut some crap out of it ya know. You need to give me some tips on how to make chapters short. Haha j/k. Love ya hun!~!
Sapphy ~~ Haha the Blink wake up call is clever, no? Haha Kloppy is a good guy, you gotta love the old geezer...j/k. Yeah, everyone is mean. I'll try to make them nicer for ya! Do you still hate everyone? Do you hate Skittery still? Haha I hope not. I'll try to make them good for you!~! Thanks so much, mucho mucho mucho luvvies!~!
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Skittery opened the door for Liz and Wing as they walked into Tibby's. The boys were slamming on the table with their fists as the usual people/person was laughing. Racetrack was spilling about his recent run in with a "convict" from a big prison place, which everyone knew was a lie, but it was pretty funny. The boys noticed Skittery walk in with Liz and an unknown visitor.
"Guys, umm, this is my friend, uh, Isaac Summers, he lives in Queens." He pointed to Chicken Wing and smiled innocently.
The boys just stared at him as someone muttered a faint 'hi'.
"Well, Skittery's right, I do live in Queens. But, as ya'll can see, I'm a black man. I come from da not so sunny state of Alabama. An' my name is Issac, but I prefer ya'll tah call me Chicken Wing, or if dat's a mouthful tah ya'll, just call me Wing." He said with a smile.
Silence.
"Welcome tah 'Hattan, Wing." Jack said in approval. With that all the guys and girl (Tag) said a nice 'hi' or 'hello' to Wing.
Wing sat down beside Skittery and Liz and ordered his food as he told the boys his "wild" stories, which made them crack up. "Now, I don't know ya'll, so could ya introduce yourselves tah me?" He asked looking at Mush.
"Well, I'm Mush. I'm 14 and a sex addict." He laughed, as everyone else rolled their eyes.
"Heya, Mush. Is dat why dey call ya dat? 'Cause 'a your testosterone problem?" Wing laughed. Mush just nodded.
"Da name's Kelly, Jack Kelly. But, just call me Jack or Cowboy. Da rest ain't of your knowledge." Jack joked.
"I'm Polly. I'm 15 years old and I live with my alcoholic grandfather who used to beat me with a chopstick if I didn't get his bathwater ready by 8 o'clock." Racetrack joked. "Racetrack's da name, gamblin' an' poker's da game." He smiled.
"Oooh poker! I loves tah play dat!" Wing said with a laugh as Race nodded.
"I'm Kid Blink, or just call me Blink or Kid. I'm 18 and I am blind in one eye, hence the patch." He pointed to his patch. "But, it also helps me sell papes, cause people feel bad for me an' take pity on me, which makes dem give me good tips." He smiled.
"Very true, very true." Wing replied. He felt a tugging on his pant leg and looked down to see a very small curly haired boy waving at him. "What's your name buddy?" He asked, looking into the small brown eyes of Tumbler.
"I'm Tumbler. I'm dis many," He held up his hands, holding seven fingers up.
"You're seven?" Wing asked as he acted surprised. "You're a big boy now ain't ya?"
Tumbler nodded. "I like your hat." He smiled. "It reminds me of my daddy's hat."
"Heah, do ya want it?" Wing asked as he took his hat off and handed it to Tumbler.
"Wow! I got a hat of my own?" He asked in excitement and the biggest smile in the world on his face. "Thank you, Mister."
"No problem, little man. Now take care of dat hat, it's an antique." Wing joked.
"An-ti-quah?" Tumbler tried to repeat what Wing had said. "What's dat?"
"Well, it's.."
"Tumbler, get ovah heah, don't torture Wing wid your stupid little kid questions." Jack snapped at Tumbler.
"Okay, Jack." He looked at Wing. "Sorry Wing." He looked down at his feet as he walked back over to his seat beside Boots and Snipeshooter.
"I'm Snoddy. It's Snod-dy, not Snot-ty." He joked.
"I got ya dere pal."
"I'm Specs an' dis is my lovely goil Tag." Specs said as he kissed Tag on the cheek. She blushed.
"Yeah, what he said." She rolled her eyes and flirted with Specs for a little.
They went around the table and introduced themselves, with Wing adding in little comments sometimes.
"I'm Tumbler an' I 7 year old. I 7 year old." He nodded in pride. "An' you just gave me a new hat." He smiled. "Spot an' Jack are my best friends. I love hangin' around with da big boys, 'cause dey make me do cool stuff."
"Oh really? Like what?" Wing asked in wonder.
"Like dey make me do whatevah dey say. Dey call me dere little ass- sis-sis-sisi-tant."
Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Ooh, I see. You're gettin' in big, ain't ya little man?" Tumbler nodded.
"Dat's good, you evah come tah Queens?"
Tumbler shook his head.
"Den you should, little man. I should show ya around my country." He joked. "You'd like dat, wouldn't ya?" Tumbler nodded. "Alright, den me an' you, one day will sell tahgethah in Queens, okay?" He looked over to the next person at the table, which was Snipeshooter.
"I'm Snipeshooter and I love cigars." He said in his low "froggy" voice. "I want Havana cigars dat cost a quarter." He smiled as she stroked the cigar that he was smoking.
"Not bad." Wing shook his head. After everyone was introduced Wing told them about his "carriage" story. He got in good with the boys, they thought he was hilarious and that was the number one thing that they liked the most. You had to be someone who could make them laugh, if you were boring and plain, then you were out. He told them stories about his life, which made them crack up even more. Wing was a funny guy, period. He was outgoing and always knew what to say and when to say it. That was just the way he was, he was lucky that way.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Snitch laid on his back, his hands rested on his stomach. He was in a trance and just spacing out. He was lying on his bunk in the Lodging House, waiting for the guys to get back from Tibby's so he could find something to do.
Itey was with him, but he was playing jacks by himself; every once in awhile he'd shout with anger and defeat or with joy. He some how found a way to either beat himself to lose to, well himself.
"You wanna go play cards?" Snitch suggested.
"Urm" He groaned.
"Okay, do ya wanna steal Snipe's sword an' fence?"
"Argh."
"Do ya wanna do anything?"
"Urgh."
"Do ya wanna go tah Brooklyn an' beat da shit outtah da knights?" Snitch rolled on his side to look at Itey, who was on the floor.
"Ooh yeah? Sure." He smiled and jumped up.
"Nah, dat's stupid. We did dat las' year." Snitch said propping his head up with his hand. "How was your sellin' day?"
"Argh."
"Are you dumb??? Or deaf? Why ain't ya talkin'?" Snitch said angrily.
"I ain't nothing, Snitch. I'm just a little busy right now." Itey snapped back at him.
"With what? I wouldn't want ya tah miss a shot of your game with YOURSELF!" He threw the pillow at Itey.
"Hey, you ain't exactly da person who wants tah do anythin' wid me either, okay."
"What da hell are ya talkin' 'bout, fag?" Snitch gave him a confused look.
"I'm talkin' 'bout you ain't exactly my friend no more." Itey looked down at the floor.
"What? Itey? I.." Snitch tried to explain. "Dis is about Liz ain't it?" He asked.
"No, Snitch, it ain't about nothin'. Just forget it okay, just forget I said anythin'." Itey gathered up his jacks and stuff and stood up.
"Ites stop!" Snitch jumped off his bunk and stopped Itey. "I'm sorry, man. I'm real sorry. I mean, I know I get caught up in all dis shit, but its good shit. Me an' her, it's good stuff."
"What about da shit dat we had?"
"Itey, we ain't nevah had shit." Snitch laughed.
"No, I don't mean like dat, because I know dat. Eww, dat's nasty! I mean da stuff dat we used tah consider 'our' shit. Da stuff dat we used tah do together that she wouldn't have anythin' tah do wid. We've lost our shit, Snitch. We've lost a lotta stuff. We've lost our friendship." Itey said honestly.
"Itey, ya make us sound like we're gay. An' we ain't gay.
"No! I mean..."
"I know what you mean. I'm your best friend an' I always will be. But, she needs me right now, man."
"But, what if I need you too. I needed ya a long time ago, but you weren't dere. You were out wid 'er. But, dat's okay. I got through it by myself. But, Snitch, you ain't my best friend no more."
"But I am.."
"Were you my friend when you went out an' sold widout me? Were you my friend when you went up an' played spin-da-bottle widout me? Were you my friend when you an' Liz went ovah tah Brooklyn widout me? No, you weren't. You were just a guy who had a goil. Someone tah love an' someone tah kiss an' make-out wid. I ain't got dat an' I don't wanna have dat. I just want someone who I can call my friend, but I'm losin' 'im. An' I don't wanna lose 'im, because he means a lot tah me. But, dis goil is real special tah 'im an' I accept that. Dis goil is someone dat he loves an' adores very much, an' I won't take dat away from 'im. But, if dis goil is someone who is gonna take away all his time an' all his friends, den I'm okay wid dat. I'll still be your friend an' I always will, even if ya don't got time for me." He shrugged.
"Itey, I..,I'm sorry." Snitch couldn't explain. He didn't know that it hurt Itey that much. "Man, we're still friends an' we always will be. You're da only person dat I tell a lot of da stuff I tell ya too, does dat any sense?" Itey nodded. "But, we're da 'shit' brothers. Always have been, always will be." He smiled.
"Dere shit is our shit." They laughed in unison.
"See I didn't forget." Snitch laughed. "I remember all da stupid stuff dat we did. I remember da foist time we went tah Brooklyn, we wanted tah swim in da water."
"An' you went tah jump off dat tree an' your clothes got caught!" Itey laughed. "You was so embarrassed!" He finished. "Ooh remember 'pickle juice'?"
Snitch held his stomach because of his laughter. "Pickle juice! Do ya remember, uh, iguana lickin' yaks?" He was stumbling with laughter.
"I'm a Jew!" Itey wailed.
"8624!" He grabbed the bed post to keep himself standing. The two boys laughed so much their stomachs felt like they were going to explode. "See I remember all of dat. All da good times. Just because we don't have those anymore, don't mean dat I forgot, because I didn't." He playfully hit Itey in the shoulder.
"Ow!" Itey hit him harder in the shoulder.
Snitch frowned and hit him again. Itey wiped the smirk off his face and punched Snitch. They both jumped on each other and fought.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
The boys were still laughing and talking to Chicken Wing as a pretty girl walked into Tibby's.
"Hey, look at dat fine goil." Mush whispered to Jack. "I'm in heaven." He smirked.
"Go get 'er." Jack suggested as he hit Mush's arm.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Mush interrupted the conversation. "Anybody got a mirror or somethin'?" He asked as he ran his hands through his fro, but they got caught halfway because of the knots.
"You don't need no mirror, just go." Jack yelled.
Mush stood up and pushed his chair in. He took a big breath, made sure his shirt was nicely tucked in. He licked his fingers and ran them across his eyebrows, straightening the bush that lay under his fingers. He then checked to see if all the buttons of his pants were buttoned up.
"What are ya doin' ya asshole?" Jack scolded. "Ya look like an idiot."
"Just bein' safe." He answered. He examined his hands to make sure he didn't have any food on them, then he went to his teeth, rubbing his fingers on them. He started to walk away before he turned around and started breathing in Jack's face. "How's my breath?" He blew out huge breaths of air into Jack's face.
Jack wrinkled up his face, but proceeded to answer Mush. "It's fine, Mush." He lied.
"Alright. Here I go!" He said confidently. He licked his finger once again and touched it to his shoulder as he made a sizzling noise. "Ow!" He smiled. He strutted over to the girl, whom by the grace of God had not seen him getting ready to come over to her. "Hey there, sweet cheeks. How ya doin'?" He asked as he took a vacant seat beside her.
"Um okay, I guess, and yourself?" She asked, giving him the cold shoulder.
"Oh well, I'm better now, you're here." He flirted. "My name is Mush; I'm the cutest kid in town, as told by my trusty friends da Newsies. And what is your name angel? Or don't angels have names?"
She smiled. "My name is Laura."
"Laura, what a beautiful name, such a beautiful girl too." He scooted closer to her. "Ya know, I'm a good friend of God's. We talk a lot an' he asked me tah do him a favor. He asked me tah take you out for dinner tonight. Ya know, in Central Park, under da stars."
"I don't know Mush." She blushed.
"Oh c'mon, Laura. It's God! You can't say no to God can ya?" He asked as he put his hand on her shoulder. She moved a way. "Hey, I can be your God for tonight." He whispered in her ear.
"Umm." She tried to say but was interrupted by Mush as he leaned in to kiss her. His elbow hit her drink and knocked it into her lap.
"Oh shit!" He managed to say as he grabbed a napkin and attempted to dry her lap.
"You pig!" She screamed as she picked up some mashed potatoes from her plate and threw them at Mush. They hit him full force in the face, but a few globs of them hit the back of Skittery.
Mush's mouth was wide open, mashed potatoes dropped off his chin. He was too shocked to understand what had happened.
Skittery turned around and saw Mush, sitting there with a face full of mashed potatoes. He growled and looked at his plate, which had peas and carrots on. He had a handful of his vegetables and threw them at Mush, hitting Laura in the process.
She screamed with surprise. She then got some more of her food and started throwing them at Skittery, hitting some other people too.
"Oh no!" Liz shrieked, getting up as fast as she could to avoid what would happen next. She ran towards the door when it started. Flying across the restaurant were mashed potatoes, baked beans, peas and carrots, sauerkraut, coleslaw, bread, pieces of meat and other food. Everyone was throwing food at each other.
"Take dat Skittery!" Racetrack yelled as he threw sauerkraut at Skittery.
"You bastard!" Kid Blink shouted with a laugh as he threw his food at Dutchy. The whole restaurant was a feeding frenzy. Food was being chucked at tables of innocent bystanders and old people just trying to enjoy a meal.
Liz ran out of the restaurant just as it all started to happen. She started laughing as she looked through the window in the door.
Jack, Chicken Wing, Skittery, Mush, Snipeshooter, and Kid Blink were all standing up and picking food of other people's plates, throwing them at the old couples. The food fight continued before the waiters and people broke it up. They kicked all the kids out of the restaurant. They carried Mush out as he screamed. "No! Hey! Put me down! Put me da fuck down! Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?" His feet were slammed into the ground.
"I don't care who you are kid, now get out." The waiter said calmly.
"I am Mush 'fuck me' Myers an' what do ya got tah say tah dat?"
"Nothin', but get outtah here before I kick you so hard you'll never come back to New York City." The waiter challenged.
"Oh really? And who do you think you are? Come on; tell me a really important name. Everyone knows me! I'm sure your sister knows me, ain't?"
"I am Marshall Tibby, the owner of this restaurant and sixteenth richest man in New York City." He said proudly.
"Oh I see now. But, only sixteenth? Why not second or third? Sixteenth man? Why spend all your money on a restaurant when you could be spendin' it on somethin' fun?"
"Like what?"
"Like sex, man. Dere's some pretty goils in dis town, Mars." Mush winked.
"Get outtah here kid!" Marshall tried to close the door, but the door was stopped by Mush's foot.
"I ain't leavin'!" Mush screamed through the door as it shut on his nose. He rubbed his nose and whined a bit.
Kid Blink, who had been watching the whole Mush and waiter thing in the back was laughing. "C'mon "fuck me"." He laughed as he playfully punched Mush's arm.
"It ain't funny. Blink, are we kicked out forevah?" Mush asked with an innocent look on his face.
"Nah, Mush. He can't kick us out forevah; I mean we are da only one's who do business with dat chap. Just for tonight." Blink hoped.
~*~*~*~*~
Liz had left the restaurant as the waiters had kicked the Newsies out, she didn't want to get in trouble so she took off. She headed for the Lodging House when Oscar Delancy stopped to talk to her.
"Where's Snitch?" Oscar asked as he rested his head on the brick wall behind him.
"I don't know; he's in da Lodgin' House or something. Probably somewhere wid Itey. I don't know, he's him and I can't keep track of da guy." She laughed.
"He's your boyfriend, Liz."
"I know, but he's just complicated. I mean, he's like; he does what he wants and goes where he wants. He's not a predictable person, ya know. He just does whatever he wants when he feels like it and dat's always how he's been."
"Yeah, I see what ya mean." Oscar sighed. "He treatin' ya okay?"
"What? Why wouldn't he?" She asked, a little offended.
"I was just wonderin', I mean he's got quite a temper an' all."
"What guy don't have a temper, Oscar?"
"I know, but, I don't know. I mean, has he been actin' weird tah you lately?"
"What do ya mean?"
"I mean, he hasn't been actin' weird or anything right?"
"Well, I wouldn't say he's been actin' weird or anything, but he's been havin' dese weird dreams an' stuff." She looked at him suspiciously.
"Oh yeah? What kind of dreams?" He asked curiously.
"I don't know. Why?"
"Well, I was just wonderin'. I mean, c'mon, tell me."
"He's just been havin' dese dreams where he's been hoitin' me an' stuff. It's all stupid stuff." She shrugged it off.
"Are ya sure he ain't tryin' tah tell ya somethin'?" Oscar crossed his arms.
"What? Snitch? No way." She laughed. "Oscar, Snitch wouldn't hoit a fly, yet alone me."
"No, but I'm just sayin'. He could be plannin' somethin'."
"Hey, I know Snitch bettah den you do. Okay, I know him like I know my own name. He ain't like dat. Yeah, he likes tah fight, but he would never hit a goil. He'd never take on anyone that he knew couldn't take him back, ya know. Even if I was as tall as him, he'd still wouldn't take me. He ain't like dat. He would never hoit me no matter what. I'd never believe anyone if dey told me dat he was plannin' on hoitin' me, because he won't. He never did and he never will." She said firmly.
"But"
"No 'buts'. There are no 'ands', 'ifs', or 'buts'. No is no, which means never. Never ever ever ever ever ever ever. Do you understand?"
"Quite clearly." He said sarcastically.
"Good." She smacked her head.
"Why don't he like me, Liz?"
She thought about that question for a while before answering. "Because he ain't like me, Oscar. He ain't nothin' like me. He's so much different. He don't have as much faith in people as I do. He don't wanna give anyone a second chance. Once dey did somethin' wrong dat's it. It's over. Once you're out of his 'coicle of trust' you're out, and there's no gettin' back in. He just ain't one tah forgive and forget as easily as I am. It's really hard to explain, but dat's how he is. Always was, always will be."
"But, you could talk tah 'im right?"
"No, just stay away from him. Dat's da best thing you could do. Just don't talk tah him, don't go near him and just stay away from him. If you do dat, dere'll be no problems, I guarantee it." She nodded. "Enough 'bout Snitch. What about you? Anythin' new with you?"
"Nothin' much. I've been doin' a lot of nothin' lately." He laughed. "But, nah, nothin' real interesting happenin' lately." He shrugged.
"What about Morris? He doin' okay?"
"Yeah, he's okay. We don't really talk much anymore. I guess, with the whole me an' you thing we ain't much of brothers anymore. He wants me tah give ya hell, but I don't wanna do dat." He took a deep breath. "Hey Liz, um, I was wonderin' somethin'." He clenched his fists in nervousness.
"Okay, spill."
"Well, maybe me an' you could go hang out at Medda's or somethin', ya know.. Snitch could come, of course."
"I can't do dat, Oscar." She frowned.
"Why not? It's just us hangin' out. I mean, it's just like you an' da Newsies, except it's wid me." He shrugged.
"I can't do dat." She shook her head and started to walk away.
"No, don't say dat, Liz please." He followed her. "Liz, please. I'm changed change; I ain't what I used tah be, Liz. You already know that. Please." He begged.
"Oscar, no. Snitch wouldn't understand." She turned towards him. He looked really hurt. He looked almost like he was going to cry.
"Please. Liz, I wanna see you more. I wanna talk tah you more. It's just dis once. It ain't nothin' else. Just dis once. Please. Liz, don't ya trust me?"
"Oscar, you know I do. But, we just can't.."
"Go places together? Go places together as friends? Why not? I don't understand, you'll talk to me when no one is around, yet you won't go anywhere with me? Snitch'll be there, he won't let nothin' happen. Nothin's gonna happen, I promise."
"Oscar no, I"
"Please." He was broken hearted, it looked like. He actually, for the first time in his life, wanted to change. Why? I don't know, but he did.
She looked into his watery hazel eyes that begged her not to say 'no'. "Oscar, I'm with Snitch. An' Snitch don't want me with you. But, I'm goin' against what he wants an' doin' dis for you, now you gotta do dis for me. You can't tell nobody 'bout dis. So, I can't go with you an' I ain't gonna go with you. Okay? I have to go." She turned away and walked right away from him, not looking back.
"Liz, wait!" He called for her, but she didn't turn back. She kept walking until she knew that he gave up. ~*~*~*~*~*
This is the shortened version of this chapter..yayness! The next chapter is just about when Blink goes to the church to pray. It's quite humorous so I hope you find it as funny as my sister did. Haha!~! Please review I'll love you for eternity and you'll be able to have your favorite Newsie for eternity too. Mucho mucho loveeeeeees!
