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This chapter is gonna be a long one b/c it starts the big climax thing, so after this chapter things are gonna get really bad, really fast. So, just to warn ya a bit there and I'm not sure about the language part of this chapter. I don't know if I wanna put in some really bad words or not, it all depends what I write, so I don't really know. :shrugs:
A/N: IF YOU DON'T READ ANYTHING ELSE ABOVE READ THIS: Oh my gosh guys! :laughs: I can't stop laughing right now. Okay, well, um, how can I say this? Snitch and Liz get a little, um, "hott" in this chapter. :laughs like the silly little school girl she is: I didn't expect it to get that, um, intense. :still laughs: I thought it would be over and out in like a jiffy, but, um I guess I had second thoughts. Hehe, uh, woah! I don't know what else to say other then, uh, their hotness. So, you're warned, it's nothing really bad. It's just a bit, um, intense for me. Nothing like NC-17 it's R rated (like my story), but I never expected to write stuff like "that".
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The days flew by quickly and sooner then they knew it, Thursday had already approached. All the newsies were getting ready to head off to Medda's. Some had brought dates, and some had just gone stag. Tag and Specs were going together, and Blink asked Christina if she would go with him, as friends. The newsies were putting on their very best. They didn't have much, so they wore basically what they wore everyday, except with like an overcoat or something of that sort. The girls, who normally wore pants, wore dresses or skirts, because it was proper for them to do so. Everyone was looking their very best, well almost everyone (except for Blink. j/k, haha Blue!) They arrived at Irving Hall, and went to find their seats. Snitch had very good seats, better then most people. He led Liz up to their section, but their seats were taken by these old folks.
"Um excuse me. Yeah, you, hi, um I think you're in our seats." Snitch said calmly. (A/N: This whole seats thing, I got from Friends. The episode: The One With The Screamer. My sincere thanks to Ben Stiller.)
"No I don't think so." The old guy said, as he turned back around. He was sitting with his wife.
"Okay, um, well, could I see your ticket please?" The man gave Snitch his ticket and he compared the two. "Oh see, your ticket says 13 and 15 D, and this is 12 and 14 D."
"Idiot!" Liz screamed at the old couple. "What were you thinking?! I mean, your ticket says 13 and 15! Look at the seats! It says 12 and 14! Oh look you're surrounded by even numbers; wouldn't that give you like some clue?! What's wrong with you, stupid!" Liz yelled at them. Snitch was staring at her in complete surprise. Was this his girlfriend? The calm Liz that she always was?
"Well the usher said we should sit here." The man stated.
"Oh I see! The usher told you to sit there. Oh because he's had more training and he gets paid for what he does makes him right? Oh I see how it is. You're stupid! He's stupid! This is our seats! GET OUT!" The couple jumped up out of their seats and almost fell over the people in front of them. "Gosh! Hey you want the aisle?"
"No I'm good." Snitch said as he sat down and smiled at the people around him. "Um, Liz, are you okay?" He asked, still a bit frightened at what just happened.
"Yeah, sure, why?"
"Well, um, I've never seen you do dat before. It kinda scared me a bit."
"Shh, it's starting." Liz said, as the tried to pay attention to what was going on. Medda came out in that stunning pink, but overly tight dress. She starting singing the same songs that she sang every year, "High Times Hard Times", and "My Lovey Dovey Baby" and various other songs. Liz spotted some people dancing in front to the music. "Snitch, why don't we go and dance?"
"No, I don't dance." Snitch said briefly.
"Yes you do. Everyone dances. C'mon, dance wid me." She got up out of her seat and pulled him up.
"Liz, wait, no. Stop, hey. Look," he said quietly. "I don't know how tah dance, alright."
"Typical excuse. Snitch dere ain't nothin' tah know. I never danced before so it ain't dat hard tah learn. Look, jus' follow me an' we'll be fine. C'mon, it ain't bad."
"No, hey. Look, why don't you go down dere an' dance, an' I'll watch you. I like dat idea." He said as he turned around. He was pulled right back up to the dance floor. "I'm tellin' ya, I have two left feet."
"It doesn't matter, just follow me. Or follow what everyone else is doin'." Liz said as the looked at the people beside her dancing, it was Kid Blink and Christina. She followed them and soon got the hang of it. "Just move your feet, c'mon." Liz encouraged. "Right, left, right, left." She held his hands and made sure he was watching her feet.
"We're dancin' we ain't marchin'."
"Snitch, such a comedian." Liz laughed. Snitch tried to get the hang of it, but it just didn't stick for him. He was a verbal learner rather than a visual one. He kind of looked like someone having a seizure more than a dancer. He tried and that's all that matters. He wasn't embarrassing anyone but himself, until he saw Mush come by. The eyes that were once on him had been taken off. Mush was, well, being Mush. He was jumping around the dance floor pretending he was in Lord of the Dance. He kind of looked like a kangaroo on crack, but okay. He started doing some tap dance number, and then it turned into some ballet thing. It was all over the place, but very amusing. Everyone was laughing, and so was Mush.
Soon Skittery came over with a whole tray of drinks. Seriously, he had tons and tons of drinks on that small tray. Newsies were grabbing them right and left, stealing them from him. "Hey! Wait!" He yelled, but as soon as he went to his table, they were gone. So, he got up and went to get more. Snitch and Liz had 'snitched' two drinks each from his tray. It was sort of like a ritual for everyone to get drunk when they went to the theatre. It was once a year and everyone had an excuse. It was kind of like how people (except some) open presents on Christmas morning. It only happens once a year and that means you have an excuse. The two drinks turned into more and more, after a while just about everyone was dead drunk, except for the conservative ones. Snitch didn't have many drinks, three at the most probably. The others had well exceeded their limit. They all mostly lost count after two or three.
Everyone was listening to music and having the time of their lives. This was so much fun to them, something that they didn't do every day. This girl was dancing with her date; she was dancing beside Snitch and Liz. She just looked over at Snitch for a second, it wasn't anything serious. It was just an innocent look that you do when you pass someone on the street. She didn't give him the flirty look or anything that's like "oh you're cute", it was just a normal person look.
Liz didn't see it as being a normal look. She saw it as if the girl was trying to steal her man. She got really mad. She walked over to the girl and started yelling at her, for no reason. "Who da hell do ya think you are, bitch? Huh? You tryin' tah eye up my man? Is dat it?"
"No, I didn't mean tah." The girl tried to explain.
"Oh, ya didn't mean tah. Oh is dat right? Well I'm sorry I didn't mean tah do dis..." She lunged in to hit the girl, but Snitch grabbed her arm and pulled her back before she could hit her.
"Okay, I'm sorry about all the trouble, she's just actin' a bit weird today, dat's all." Snitch explained, as he tried to control her.
"I ain't actin' no way, I'm gonna fuckin' hit dis bitch. Let me go!" Liz screamed and struggled to get out of his grip.
"Okay, I'm sorry about dat miss. It was a complete missunderstandin'. I'm gonna go now, an' just please accept my apology; she doesn't know what she's sayin'. She's sick, she's real sick an' and jus' doesn't think right. Sorry." Snitch said as he ran as fast as he could, dragging Liz through the crowd. She was kicking and screaming at him. He found one of the back rooms and took her in there to calm her down a bit. He closed the door and turned the light on. (A/N: Yeah, they didn't have switch lights back then, but in my story they can. This is my story and if I say they do, then they do. :stomps off: LOL) "What's gotten intah you?" Snitch asked, as he rested against the wall panting.
"What do ya mean?" Liz was walking around the room, looking at all the stuff. She wasn't even mad anymore. She had completely changed moods.
"What da hell was dat all about? Dat goil didn't anythin' tah you. What's wrong wid you today? I mean, you completely chewed dat couple's ass out, den you go an' try tah get in a fight wid some goil dat didn't do a damn thing tah you."
"Jus' forget about it. I did." Liz said as she kept walking around, exploring the room.
"Forget about it? Liz, we could'a got kicked out! I mean, on your birthday, we could'a got fuckin' kicked out!"
"You worry too much, Snitch. Look, what happened happened. Okay, I didn't hit her, she didn't hit me, and we didn't hit each other. Everythin's okay. Dat's da past an' dis is da present. You can't change things dat happened in da past; ya can only deal wid da things dat happen in da present and den future."
"What does dat have tah do wid anythin'?"
Liz walked over to the light. She looked at it for a while before saying, "what'll happen if I turn dis off?"
"It'll get dark." Snitch shrugged.
She grinned, "precisely." (A/N: WOO HOO! I LOVE IT!) Snitch looked a bit confused as she turned the light out. It was pitch black, which is what it usually is when someone turns a light out.
"Okay, yeah, da light is out. Ooh I'm scared. Okay, where are you?" Snitch asked dumbly, not getting the whole point in the operation. He took a breath and waited a while as nothing happened. "Okay where did ya go?" He got his answer as Liz jumped up on him and tackled him with kisses. It was a little too surprising for him, but he didn't hate it. She kissed his neck and worked at getting his shirt open to kiss his shoulders. "Okay, okay. Woah, slow down girlie." He pulled her away from him and looked her straight in the eye. "What are you doin'?"
"Making my own birthday present." She whispered. "Happy birthday tah me, happy birthday tah me, happy birthday tah me, happy birthday tah me." She sang as she grinned again. They, well, attacked each other, I guess you could say. They both got really into it, this wasn't just any make out session, this was like THE make out session, the one that would lead into something, and well, you know what I'm talking about. Instead of Snitch being pushed into the wall, he turned Liz around and pushed her into it. He kissed her neck and her shoulders.
She wouldn't let him win, it was a game. She didn't want to be the forced against the wall, so she turned him around and pushed him back into it. It was a game they never stopped playing. There were no winners until someone gave up and surrendered, and that surely wasn't going to be Liz. Each time he thought he'd won; she would come back and prove him wrong. This game lasted for a long time, getting rougher with each moment that passed. They were now throwing each other around, but they paid no attention to it.
"Oh shit, I didn't lock da door." Snitch managed to say between kisses.
"What a tragedy." Liz said, not paying any attention.
"No, but what if someone comes in an' catches us?"
"Den you better fuck me fast." As soon as Snitch heard that he stopped. The game he was playing ended, he surrendered. He didn't kiss her anymore and actually pushed her away. "Hey, what da hell?" Liz said, a little angered. "What are you doin'?"
"What did you jus' say?"
"I said what are ya doin'?"
"No before dat."
"I said somethin' before dat? I don't remember." Liz laughed as she started kissing him again.
"No, hey, stop." He pushed her away as she whined. He had a look of hurt in his eyes when he finally realized what was wrong with her. "You're drunk." He said softly, as he shook his head in disappointment.
"No, I'm not. Why da hell would ya think dat?"
"Because if you weren't we wouldn't be doin' dis here, in da back room of Medda's theatre." Snitch pointed out.
"Well, maybe I had a change of heart. Maybe I had a change of mind, I'm human, and when I want somethin' I'll do anythin' tah get it. I thought you wanted dis?"
"I do, but not here. Not now, not like, I don't know. Not when you're like dis." He sighed.
"Like what? I ain't like nothin'. Snitch if ya wanna do me, den by all means, do me. I don't have any objections because I want ya to."
"It ain't dat, its da whole thing about bein' drunk an' all. I jus' don't wanna do anythin' dat I'm gonna regret. I don't want ya tah make a mistake. I don't want ya tah wake up tomorrow mornin' an' realize what you did. I'd never forgive myself."
"Snitch, I swear tah drunk I'm not God. Does dat answer your question?" Liz said a little annoyed.
"Yeah, it does perfectly. Thanks." He pushed her away and walked to the door.
"Hey, Snitch where are you goin'?" Liz asked as she ran over and stopped him.
"Home, I can't, I can't stay here anymore." He said as Liz grabbed him and held him, pushing him into another kiss.
"No stay wid me, please." She begged as she kissed him again and again. He pushed her away each time. "Snitch dis is my birthday."
"Yeah, an' you'll have many of dose, but dis is your whole life we're talkin' about. If you get pregnant, den your whole life will be ruined because of me."
"Snitch, I ain't gonna get pregnant! I'm like, what? Fourteen now! So dat makes it okay, we can do it an' no one's life will be ruined." She smiled, but then tackled him once again.
"Hey, stop." He didn't give in. "I don't want it tah happen like dis. Maybe you can't get pregnant, but your virginity is important tah you. You don't wanna lose it because you were drunk do ya?"
"Does it look like I give a fuck?"
"Look, okay, I'm not gonna do dis. It jus' ain't right. I can't like, I just can't, and I can't take advantage of you like that." He was making one of the hardest decisions of his life. He hit the back of his head against the door. Part of him was telling him to run while the other part was telling him to stay it was no big deal. It was like he had two voices shouting orders and commands in his head.
"Snitch, you ain't gonna take advantage of me if I want ya to. So jus' get da fuck over what ever da hell you're dealin' wid an' jus' come on. Jus' give up, let dat bug in your ass die, okay. Look, jus' pretend dat I'm not drunk, because I'm not. I told you dat. Jus' pretend we're in da Lodgin' House. It's a nice warm but slightly cold day, everyone is gone, we got da house tah ourselves an' we can do whatever da fuck we want. Come on, you know you want to. Snitch?" She gave him that look. That seductive look that makes you go crazy. It makes you scream inside and makes you fill up with want and then need. She got closer to him and gently pushed her body against his. His body was lodged in between hers and the doors. He couldn't move, he couldn't escape. She started out with the first button of his shirt. "There's one, an' two. There goes three, an' four. Four buttons is good enough for me." She leaned in and kissed his chest, so softly so tenderly. It was driving him crazy.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had his eyes closed and his fists clenched as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. The voices in head screamed louder and louder. He trembled as the want grew inside of him, but he had to resist it. He couldn't do this, he told himself. He couldn't give in. But this is Liz. The girl that I love. The girl that I need and the girl that I want most of all. She wants this and I want it too. Just this once, I mean, it can't hurt the first time right? No, stop. I can't do this. But I want to, I have to, I need to. He kept thinking to himself. God what am I going to do? I can't do this. This is wrong, this whole thing is wrong. If I do this she might hate me for it. She doesn't know what she's doing. Would she really want to do this if she wasn't drunk? God, will you hate me if I gave in? I can't deal with this. I have to do it, I have to. I just can't resist it anymore. It's driving me crazy! His body shook rapidly with everything that he had inside of him. He shook with fear, he shook with want. He felt as if he had a fire building up inside of him that he had to put out. He knew exactly how to put it out, but he didn't know if he should.
"Snitch, are ya gonna return da favor? Or am I gonna have tah do it myself?" Liz said as she grabbed his hands and guided them to her blouse. Without even knowing what he was doing he unbuttoned as if he was an expert. He was burning inside now, he couldn't take it. The second button was undone and going to the third.
Snitch stop, don't do this. He said to himself. So many thoughts and feelings were running through his mind but all he could do was think about that one thought, giving in. She pulled his head down to her shoulders as he kissed them, wanting to, but then again, not wanting to. She ran her hands through his hair, tugging lightly. She pulled him closer and closer to her, not wanting him to leave. He kissed her neck and focused his attention to her collar bone, over to her shoulders and a little lower. She moaned softly at the attention she was getting. She pulled him away and gave him one last grin. He felt her hands tugging at the button of his pants. She slowly unbuttoned it and headed for the zipper. This is it, this is what you've been waiting for. Snitch you're gonna be a man, this is it! No turning back now! She noticed his hand was now on the knob of the door, she thought that maybe he was finally locking it. "NO!" He screamed as he pushed her away. "NO, I CAN'T DO DIS!" He yelled. He opened the door and ran out. He ran as fast as he could away from that place, away from everyone and everything. He was so mad at himself, but so proud that he could resist. He didn't know what he was thinking, whether he should be mad or should be happy. Everything was a blur to him. He didn't understand anything. Was he right to leave her there? Was he right to leave when she wanted him? Was he right about not giving her what she wanted? He sat on his bed and slammed the pillow on his head. He covered his face with the pillow and screamed in it a few times. Then he tried to smuggle himself with it, it didn't work. He laid there for hours and hours and hours. Some people came back, like Skittery, Itey, Jake and people like that. He knew that people like Jack, Mush, Racetrack and Blink wouldn't come back. That was something everyone knew. He didn't want to talk to anyone, not even Itey. He just wanted to sit by himself and think.
He was just sitting on the edge of his bed thinking when he heard someone coming up the stairs. Not knowing who it was and not even caring, he didn't look.
"Snitch?" Itey said, getting his attention. Snitch looked over to see Oscar standing in the door way, holding Liz, sleeping in his arms.
Snitch immediately got up and walked over to Oscar. "Oh thank God." He said to himself, more relieved that she was alive then that she was home. I mean, this was Oscar we were talking about. The very man who would beat her up when she was younger. He was now holding her in his arms, being her protector. Snitch helped Oscar put Liz into bed. He covered her and made sure she was comfortable. He noticed that Oscar didn't say a word and just left.
Snitch ran out of the Lodging House to follow Oscar. "Hey, wait up." He said as he caught up with him. "Look man, I just wanted tah thank you, for bringin' her home."
"No problem, man. Not a problem at all." Oscar replied.
"Where was she? I mean was she alright?"
"Yeah, she was sleepin' on some stairs over by my place. She must have been comin' home an' got lost. But, she was okay. I checked her an' it didn't look like nothin' happened tah her." Oscar explained. "Well, I'll see ya later."
"Yeah, right." Snitch said, still not believing that Oscar had brought her home. That completely changed Snitch's whole outlook on Oscar. He wasn't the monster that Snitch thought he was. He was a human being, who had a heart. Maybe he truly did change. He definitely had to change, Snitch thought. I mean, if he found her, dead drunk, sleeping on the stairs of some strangers house and didn't do anything to her, he has changed. If he would have saw her like that earlier she would've been in deep trouble, and who knows what he would have done to her. He's alright, I'll give him that much. He's alright. Maybe Liz was right about him. Maybe, he is after all a different person.
------ Haha, okay, wow. That was a bit of a surprise, well the hotness part. You know what's really funny? I was eating smores when I wrote that. Haha, it was all the smores fault! I swear, so my advice to you is, when you want to write a semi-love scene, eat smores!
-- JustDuck – I knew you'd love your shirtless Newsie. :smiles: I do! :wink wink: Aww you got a dog?! That's so awesome! Dogs are so cool and awesome and mine is my best friend! Okay, not my REAL best friend, but she's my friend! If she could talk then she'd be my best friend! Aww Fonzie! You have to love the Fonz! Hehe, wow doggy sex?! :wonders for a minute: There will be no doggy sex in my story. :puts her foot down: Maybe there could be! j/k. OMG! A rotweiler (sp?) and a Chihuahua! LMBO! Haha that would be VERY interesting and a bit funny. Geez oh man, dogs are weird! Thanks for reviewing!
-- Splashey – LOL naming a pet stupid! LOL that's like something I think everyone does at a point in their life. I don't think I ever named anything stupid. :thinks: well my sister won this fish from the York Fair one year (like when she was in 3rd Grade or something) and she wanted to name him stupid because he was so small. He had so many different names like Stupid and Rumplestilskin (sp?). But the name Clam seemed to fit. Well everyone else's BIG fish died like the next day and poor little 'Stupid' died just last year and my sister is a senior now! He lived to be one old fish! Yeah, I sometimes forget my left from right too. I have a secret way of remembering which is which. Okay, well I'm right handed and I always write (obviously) so I have like a 'writers callus thing' on the middle finger of my right hand. When I forget which is which I always rub my fingers on the middle fingers and which ever one has a callus on it is the right hand. Kinda a gross way of remembering, but it works. :smiles: The musical went great! It was my first one and I loved it. We had like two or three performances and we rocked the house and definitely kicked some butt out there! We are so awesome! LOL! Man that sounded a bit conceded, but it was true! Hehe! Thanks for reviewing and I'll let you have ALL the newsies playing shirtless volleyball! EVEN Kloppman and Weasel! :smirks:
-- Blue Boxer – LOL I'm glad you liked my last chapter. :smirks: You know where I got the "so it's like a dog, right?" thing from? How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days! LOL remember with Crawl (the Chinese Crested dog). Ben was like "So, it's like a dog, right?" The chicken thing I just made up. LOL. I like the name Feathers! I'd never name one of my dogs that, but I like it. You knew you liked the big brother part! LOL I also got that from somewhere too! Guess WHO I got it from? Logan! Haha it was at the chorus concert and I don't know what we were talking about, but all of a sudden he says "I always knew I had two big brothers" LOL. Um, Chris! You don't even have A line in this chapter. But Blink is gonna be a 'happy man' in the next one! Haha I know what's gonna happen and you'll like it A LOT! LOL thanks for reviewing sis and update your fics soon too!
Thanks guys for reading! Now please review! You get um, :scratches head: a full body massage by your favorite Newsie! Now this is an offer you CAN'T resist! Haha! Go ahead, indulge yourself! OMG what am I doing?! :walks off mumbling to herself:
This chapter is gonna be a long one b/c it starts the big climax thing, so after this chapter things are gonna get really bad, really fast. So, just to warn ya a bit there and I'm not sure about the language part of this chapter. I don't know if I wanna put in some really bad words or not, it all depends what I write, so I don't really know. :shrugs:
A/N: IF YOU DON'T READ ANYTHING ELSE ABOVE READ THIS: Oh my gosh guys! :laughs: I can't stop laughing right now. Okay, well, um, how can I say this? Snitch and Liz get a little, um, "hott" in this chapter. :laughs like the silly little school girl she is: I didn't expect it to get that, um, intense. :still laughs: I thought it would be over and out in like a jiffy, but, um I guess I had second thoughts. Hehe, uh, woah! I don't know what else to say other then, uh, their hotness. So, you're warned, it's nothing really bad. It's just a bit, um, intense for me. Nothing like NC-17 it's R rated (like my story), but I never expected to write stuff like "that".
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The days flew by quickly and sooner then they knew it, Thursday had already approached. All the newsies were getting ready to head off to Medda's. Some had brought dates, and some had just gone stag. Tag and Specs were going together, and Blink asked Christina if she would go with him, as friends. The newsies were putting on their very best. They didn't have much, so they wore basically what they wore everyday, except with like an overcoat or something of that sort. The girls, who normally wore pants, wore dresses or skirts, because it was proper for them to do so. Everyone was looking their very best, well almost everyone (except for Blink. j/k, haha Blue!) They arrived at Irving Hall, and went to find their seats. Snitch had very good seats, better then most people. He led Liz up to their section, but their seats were taken by these old folks.
"Um excuse me. Yeah, you, hi, um I think you're in our seats." Snitch said calmly. (A/N: This whole seats thing, I got from Friends. The episode: The One With The Screamer. My sincere thanks to Ben Stiller.)
"No I don't think so." The old guy said, as he turned back around. He was sitting with his wife.
"Okay, um, well, could I see your ticket please?" The man gave Snitch his ticket and he compared the two. "Oh see, your ticket says 13 and 15 D, and this is 12 and 14 D."
"Idiot!" Liz screamed at the old couple. "What were you thinking?! I mean, your ticket says 13 and 15! Look at the seats! It says 12 and 14! Oh look you're surrounded by even numbers; wouldn't that give you like some clue?! What's wrong with you, stupid!" Liz yelled at them. Snitch was staring at her in complete surprise. Was this his girlfriend? The calm Liz that she always was?
"Well the usher said we should sit here." The man stated.
"Oh I see! The usher told you to sit there. Oh because he's had more training and he gets paid for what he does makes him right? Oh I see how it is. You're stupid! He's stupid! This is our seats! GET OUT!" The couple jumped up out of their seats and almost fell over the people in front of them. "Gosh! Hey you want the aisle?"
"No I'm good." Snitch said as he sat down and smiled at the people around him. "Um, Liz, are you okay?" He asked, still a bit frightened at what just happened.
"Yeah, sure, why?"
"Well, um, I've never seen you do dat before. It kinda scared me a bit."
"Shh, it's starting." Liz said, as the tried to pay attention to what was going on. Medda came out in that stunning pink, but overly tight dress. She starting singing the same songs that she sang every year, "High Times Hard Times", and "My Lovey Dovey Baby" and various other songs. Liz spotted some people dancing in front to the music. "Snitch, why don't we go and dance?"
"No, I don't dance." Snitch said briefly.
"Yes you do. Everyone dances. C'mon, dance wid me." She got up out of her seat and pulled him up.
"Liz, wait, no. Stop, hey. Look," he said quietly. "I don't know how tah dance, alright."
"Typical excuse. Snitch dere ain't nothin' tah know. I never danced before so it ain't dat hard tah learn. Look, jus' follow me an' we'll be fine. C'mon, it ain't bad."
"No, hey. Look, why don't you go down dere an' dance, an' I'll watch you. I like dat idea." He said as he turned around. He was pulled right back up to the dance floor. "I'm tellin' ya, I have two left feet."
"It doesn't matter, just follow me. Or follow what everyone else is doin'." Liz said as the looked at the people beside her dancing, it was Kid Blink and Christina. She followed them and soon got the hang of it. "Just move your feet, c'mon." Liz encouraged. "Right, left, right, left." She held his hands and made sure he was watching her feet.
"We're dancin' we ain't marchin'."
"Snitch, such a comedian." Liz laughed. Snitch tried to get the hang of it, but it just didn't stick for him. He was a verbal learner rather than a visual one. He kind of looked like someone having a seizure more than a dancer. He tried and that's all that matters. He wasn't embarrassing anyone but himself, until he saw Mush come by. The eyes that were once on him had been taken off. Mush was, well, being Mush. He was jumping around the dance floor pretending he was in Lord of the Dance. He kind of looked like a kangaroo on crack, but okay. He started doing some tap dance number, and then it turned into some ballet thing. It was all over the place, but very amusing. Everyone was laughing, and so was Mush.
Soon Skittery came over with a whole tray of drinks. Seriously, he had tons and tons of drinks on that small tray. Newsies were grabbing them right and left, stealing them from him. "Hey! Wait!" He yelled, but as soon as he went to his table, they were gone. So, he got up and went to get more. Snitch and Liz had 'snitched' two drinks each from his tray. It was sort of like a ritual for everyone to get drunk when they went to the theatre. It was once a year and everyone had an excuse. It was kind of like how people (except some) open presents on Christmas morning. It only happens once a year and that means you have an excuse. The two drinks turned into more and more, after a while just about everyone was dead drunk, except for the conservative ones. Snitch didn't have many drinks, three at the most probably. The others had well exceeded their limit. They all mostly lost count after two or three.
Everyone was listening to music and having the time of their lives. This was so much fun to them, something that they didn't do every day. This girl was dancing with her date; she was dancing beside Snitch and Liz. She just looked over at Snitch for a second, it wasn't anything serious. It was just an innocent look that you do when you pass someone on the street. She didn't give him the flirty look or anything that's like "oh you're cute", it was just a normal person look.
Liz didn't see it as being a normal look. She saw it as if the girl was trying to steal her man. She got really mad. She walked over to the girl and started yelling at her, for no reason. "Who da hell do ya think you are, bitch? Huh? You tryin' tah eye up my man? Is dat it?"
"No, I didn't mean tah." The girl tried to explain.
"Oh, ya didn't mean tah. Oh is dat right? Well I'm sorry I didn't mean tah do dis..." She lunged in to hit the girl, but Snitch grabbed her arm and pulled her back before she could hit her.
"Okay, I'm sorry about all the trouble, she's just actin' a bit weird today, dat's all." Snitch explained, as he tried to control her.
"I ain't actin' no way, I'm gonna fuckin' hit dis bitch. Let me go!" Liz screamed and struggled to get out of his grip.
"Okay, I'm sorry about dat miss. It was a complete missunderstandin'. I'm gonna go now, an' just please accept my apology; she doesn't know what she's sayin'. She's sick, she's real sick an' and jus' doesn't think right. Sorry." Snitch said as he ran as fast as he could, dragging Liz through the crowd. She was kicking and screaming at him. He found one of the back rooms and took her in there to calm her down a bit. He closed the door and turned the light on. (A/N: Yeah, they didn't have switch lights back then, but in my story they can. This is my story and if I say they do, then they do. :stomps off: LOL) "What's gotten intah you?" Snitch asked, as he rested against the wall panting.
"What do ya mean?" Liz was walking around the room, looking at all the stuff. She wasn't even mad anymore. She had completely changed moods.
"What da hell was dat all about? Dat goil didn't anythin' tah you. What's wrong wid you today? I mean, you completely chewed dat couple's ass out, den you go an' try tah get in a fight wid some goil dat didn't do a damn thing tah you."
"Jus' forget about it. I did." Liz said as she kept walking around, exploring the room.
"Forget about it? Liz, we could'a got kicked out! I mean, on your birthday, we could'a got fuckin' kicked out!"
"You worry too much, Snitch. Look, what happened happened. Okay, I didn't hit her, she didn't hit me, and we didn't hit each other. Everythin's okay. Dat's da past an' dis is da present. You can't change things dat happened in da past; ya can only deal wid da things dat happen in da present and den future."
"What does dat have tah do wid anythin'?"
Liz walked over to the light. She looked at it for a while before saying, "what'll happen if I turn dis off?"
"It'll get dark." Snitch shrugged.
She grinned, "precisely." (A/N: WOO HOO! I LOVE IT!) Snitch looked a bit confused as she turned the light out. It was pitch black, which is what it usually is when someone turns a light out.
"Okay, yeah, da light is out. Ooh I'm scared. Okay, where are you?" Snitch asked dumbly, not getting the whole point in the operation. He took a breath and waited a while as nothing happened. "Okay where did ya go?" He got his answer as Liz jumped up on him and tackled him with kisses. It was a little too surprising for him, but he didn't hate it. She kissed his neck and worked at getting his shirt open to kiss his shoulders. "Okay, okay. Woah, slow down girlie." He pulled her away from him and looked her straight in the eye. "What are you doin'?"
"Making my own birthday present." She whispered. "Happy birthday tah me, happy birthday tah me, happy birthday tah me, happy birthday tah me." She sang as she grinned again. They, well, attacked each other, I guess you could say. They both got really into it, this wasn't just any make out session, this was like THE make out session, the one that would lead into something, and well, you know what I'm talking about. Instead of Snitch being pushed into the wall, he turned Liz around and pushed her into it. He kissed her neck and her shoulders.
She wouldn't let him win, it was a game. She didn't want to be the forced against the wall, so she turned him around and pushed him back into it. It was a game they never stopped playing. There were no winners until someone gave up and surrendered, and that surely wasn't going to be Liz. Each time he thought he'd won; she would come back and prove him wrong. This game lasted for a long time, getting rougher with each moment that passed. They were now throwing each other around, but they paid no attention to it.
"Oh shit, I didn't lock da door." Snitch managed to say between kisses.
"What a tragedy." Liz said, not paying any attention.
"No, but what if someone comes in an' catches us?"
"Den you better fuck me fast." As soon as Snitch heard that he stopped. The game he was playing ended, he surrendered. He didn't kiss her anymore and actually pushed her away. "Hey, what da hell?" Liz said, a little angered. "What are you doin'?"
"What did you jus' say?"
"I said what are ya doin'?"
"No before dat."
"I said somethin' before dat? I don't remember." Liz laughed as she started kissing him again.
"No, hey, stop." He pushed her away as she whined. He had a look of hurt in his eyes when he finally realized what was wrong with her. "You're drunk." He said softly, as he shook his head in disappointment.
"No, I'm not. Why da hell would ya think dat?"
"Because if you weren't we wouldn't be doin' dis here, in da back room of Medda's theatre." Snitch pointed out.
"Well, maybe I had a change of heart. Maybe I had a change of mind, I'm human, and when I want somethin' I'll do anythin' tah get it. I thought you wanted dis?"
"I do, but not here. Not now, not like, I don't know. Not when you're like dis." He sighed.
"Like what? I ain't like nothin'. Snitch if ya wanna do me, den by all means, do me. I don't have any objections because I want ya to."
"It ain't dat, its da whole thing about bein' drunk an' all. I jus' don't wanna do anythin' dat I'm gonna regret. I don't want ya tah make a mistake. I don't want ya tah wake up tomorrow mornin' an' realize what you did. I'd never forgive myself."
"Snitch, I swear tah drunk I'm not God. Does dat answer your question?" Liz said a little annoyed.
"Yeah, it does perfectly. Thanks." He pushed her away and walked to the door.
"Hey, Snitch where are you goin'?" Liz asked as she ran over and stopped him.
"Home, I can't, I can't stay here anymore." He said as Liz grabbed him and held him, pushing him into another kiss.
"No stay wid me, please." She begged as she kissed him again and again. He pushed her away each time. "Snitch dis is my birthday."
"Yeah, an' you'll have many of dose, but dis is your whole life we're talkin' about. If you get pregnant, den your whole life will be ruined because of me."
"Snitch, I ain't gonna get pregnant! I'm like, what? Fourteen now! So dat makes it okay, we can do it an' no one's life will be ruined." She smiled, but then tackled him once again.
"Hey, stop." He didn't give in. "I don't want it tah happen like dis. Maybe you can't get pregnant, but your virginity is important tah you. You don't wanna lose it because you were drunk do ya?"
"Does it look like I give a fuck?"
"Look, okay, I'm not gonna do dis. It jus' ain't right. I can't like, I just can't, and I can't take advantage of you like that." He was making one of the hardest decisions of his life. He hit the back of his head against the door. Part of him was telling him to run while the other part was telling him to stay it was no big deal. It was like he had two voices shouting orders and commands in his head.
"Snitch, you ain't gonna take advantage of me if I want ya to. So jus' get da fuck over what ever da hell you're dealin' wid an' jus' come on. Jus' give up, let dat bug in your ass die, okay. Look, jus' pretend dat I'm not drunk, because I'm not. I told you dat. Jus' pretend we're in da Lodgin' House. It's a nice warm but slightly cold day, everyone is gone, we got da house tah ourselves an' we can do whatever da fuck we want. Come on, you know you want to. Snitch?" She gave him that look. That seductive look that makes you go crazy. It makes you scream inside and makes you fill up with want and then need. She got closer to him and gently pushed her body against his. His body was lodged in between hers and the doors. He couldn't move, he couldn't escape. She started out with the first button of his shirt. "There's one, an' two. There goes three, an' four. Four buttons is good enough for me." She leaned in and kissed his chest, so softly so tenderly. It was driving him crazy.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had his eyes closed and his fists clenched as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. The voices in head screamed louder and louder. He trembled as the want grew inside of him, but he had to resist it. He couldn't do this, he told himself. He couldn't give in. But this is Liz. The girl that I love. The girl that I need and the girl that I want most of all. She wants this and I want it too. Just this once, I mean, it can't hurt the first time right? No, stop. I can't do this. But I want to, I have to, I need to. He kept thinking to himself. God what am I going to do? I can't do this. This is wrong, this whole thing is wrong. If I do this she might hate me for it. She doesn't know what she's doing. Would she really want to do this if she wasn't drunk? God, will you hate me if I gave in? I can't deal with this. I have to do it, I have to. I just can't resist it anymore. It's driving me crazy! His body shook rapidly with everything that he had inside of him. He shook with fear, he shook with want. He felt as if he had a fire building up inside of him that he had to put out. He knew exactly how to put it out, but he didn't know if he should.
"Snitch, are ya gonna return da favor? Or am I gonna have tah do it myself?" Liz said as she grabbed his hands and guided them to her blouse. Without even knowing what he was doing he unbuttoned as if he was an expert. He was burning inside now, he couldn't take it. The second button was undone and going to the third.
Snitch stop, don't do this. He said to himself. So many thoughts and feelings were running through his mind but all he could do was think about that one thought, giving in. She pulled his head down to her shoulders as he kissed them, wanting to, but then again, not wanting to. She ran her hands through his hair, tugging lightly. She pulled him closer and closer to her, not wanting him to leave. He kissed her neck and focused his attention to her collar bone, over to her shoulders and a little lower. She moaned softly at the attention she was getting. She pulled him away and gave him one last grin. He felt her hands tugging at the button of his pants. She slowly unbuttoned it and headed for the zipper. This is it, this is what you've been waiting for. Snitch you're gonna be a man, this is it! No turning back now! She noticed his hand was now on the knob of the door, she thought that maybe he was finally locking it. "NO!" He screamed as he pushed her away. "NO, I CAN'T DO DIS!" He yelled. He opened the door and ran out. He ran as fast as he could away from that place, away from everyone and everything. He was so mad at himself, but so proud that he could resist. He didn't know what he was thinking, whether he should be mad or should be happy. Everything was a blur to him. He didn't understand anything. Was he right to leave her there? Was he right to leave when she wanted him? Was he right about not giving her what she wanted? He sat on his bed and slammed the pillow on his head. He covered his face with the pillow and screamed in it a few times. Then he tried to smuggle himself with it, it didn't work. He laid there for hours and hours and hours. Some people came back, like Skittery, Itey, Jake and people like that. He knew that people like Jack, Mush, Racetrack and Blink wouldn't come back. That was something everyone knew. He didn't want to talk to anyone, not even Itey. He just wanted to sit by himself and think.
He was just sitting on the edge of his bed thinking when he heard someone coming up the stairs. Not knowing who it was and not even caring, he didn't look.
"Snitch?" Itey said, getting his attention. Snitch looked over to see Oscar standing in the door way, holding Liz, sleeping in his arms.
Snitch immediately got up and walked over to Oscar. "Oh thank God." He said to himself, more relieved that she was alive then that she was home. I mean, this was Oscar we were talking about. The very man who would beat her up when she was younger. He was now holding her in his arms, being her protector. Snitch helped Oscar put Liz into bed. He covered her and made sure she was comfortable. He noticed that Oscar didn't say a word and just left.
Snitch ran out of the Lodging House to follow Oscar. "Hey, wait up." He said as he caught up with him. "Look man, I just wanted tah thank you, for bringin' her home."
"No problem, man. Not a problem at all." Oscar replied.
"Where was she? I mean was she alright?"
"Yeah, she was sleepin' on some stairs over by my place. She must have been comin' home an' got lost. But, she was okay. I checked her an' it didn't look like nothin' happened tah her." Oscar explained. "Well, I'll see ya later."
"Yeah, right." Snitch said, still not believing that Oscar had brought her home. That completely changed Snitch's whole outlook on Oscar. He wasn't the monster that Snitch thought he was. He was a human being, who had a heart. Maybe he truly did change. He definitely had to change, Snitch thought. I mean, if he found her, dead drunk, sleeping on the stairs of some strangers house and didn't do anything to her, he has changed. If he would have saw her like that earlier she would've been in deep trouble, and who knows what he would have done to her. He's alright, I'll give him that much. He's alright. Maybe Liz was right about him. Maybe, he is after all a different person.
------ Haha, okay, wow. That was a bit of a surprise, well the hotness part. You know what's really funny? I was eating smores when I wrote that. Haha, it was all the smores fault! I swear, so my advice to you is, when you want to write a semi-love scene, eat smores!
-- JustDuck – I knew you'd love your shirtless Newsie. :smiles: I do! :wink wink: Aww you got a dog?! That's so awesome! Dogs are so cool and awesome and mine is my best friend! Okay, not my REAL best friend, but she's my friend! If she could talk then she'd be my best friend! Aww Fonzie! You have to love the Fonz! Hehe, wow doggy sex?! :wonders for a minute: There will be no doggy sex in my story. :puts her foot down: Maybe there could be! j/k. OMG! A rotweiler (sp?) and a Chihuahua! LMBO! Haha that would be VERY interesting and a bit funny. Geez oh man, dogs are weird! Thanks for reviewing!
-- Splashey – LOL naming a pet stupid! LOL that's like something I think everyone does at a point in their life. I don't think I ever named anything stupid. :thinks: well my sister won this fish from the York Fair one year (like when she was in 3rd Grade or something) and she wanted to name him stupid because he was so small. He had so many different names like Stupid and Rumplestilskin (sp?). But the name Clam seemed to fit. Well everyone else's BIG fish died like the next day and poor little 'Stupid' died just last year and my sister is a senior now! He lived to be one old fish! Yeah, I sometimes forget my left from right too. I have a secret way of remembering which is which. Okay, well I'm right handed and I always write (obviously) so I have like a 'writers callus thing' on the middle finger of my right hand. When I forget which is which I always rub my fingers on the middle fingers and which ever one has a callus on it is the right hand. Kinda a gross way of remembering, but it works. :smiles: The musical went great! It was my first one and I loved it. We had like two or three performances and we rocked the house and definitely kicked some butt out there! We are so awesome! LOL! Man that sounded a bit conceded, but it was true! Hehe! Thanks for reviewing and I'll let you have ALL the newsies playing shirtless volleyball! EVEN Kloppman and Weasel! :smirks:
-- Blue Boxer – LOL I'm glad you liked my last chapter. :smirks: You know where I got the "so it's like a dog, right?" thing from? How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days! LOL remember with Crawl (the Chinese Crested dog). Ben was like "So, it's like a dog, right?" The chicken thing I just made up. LOL. I like the name Feathers! I'd never name one of my dogs that, but I like it. You knew you liked the big brother part! LOL I also got that from somewhere too! Guess WHO I got it from? Logan! Haha it was at the chorus concert and I don't know what we were talking about, but all of a sudden he says "I always knew I had two big brothers" LOL. Um, Chris! You don't even have A line in this chapter. But Blink is gonna be a 'happy man' in the next one! Haha I know what's gonna happen and you'll like it A LOT! LOL thanks for reviewing sis and update your fics soon too!
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