A/N: Here you guys go, the next chapter on with the journey of Kiara
'Misfit' Delancey! Man, I hate saying the disclaimers because it just
reminds me that I sadly don't own any of the newsies, and Disney does. Poo.
Shout Outs
NadaZimri ~ Spot does have a ratherly large head, now doesn't he? HEHE. But yeah, big egos equal big confidence. (Well at least in my opinion.) You'll just have to wait and see if Morris and Oscar find out and how they react. ( I can't say more because that would give it away....sorry.)
April ~ I'm glad that it finally let you review! I hope that this update isfast enough, for your liking!
Chapter 9
"Would ya do me dah honor of bein' me goil?"
Okay, that was unexpected.
Spot held a serious face, which told me that he wasn't joking. It was the real thing! I searched his almost pleading eyes as I decided what I was going to do. The room was dead silent. So silent, that you could hear a pin drop. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words just wouldn't come out.
I took my hands out from his grasp and headed back stage, leaving a very confused Spot standing alone in front of his fellow newsies. I wondered around back there until I found an old bench I could sit on, so that I could think.
He didn't really ask me, did he? This is all a dream. It must be! I then pinched my arm to see if I was dreaming or not. Ow. Okay this is reality. But what do I say? I can't go out with him because if the ass-faces (brothers) found out, that would just make things really bad. But I don't want to hurt the guy's feelings.
Uh-oh, I care. But if I care then that must mean I actually have feelings for him, right? When I think about it, I think that I might actually like him.
Without me knowing, Spot had followed me backstage. When he saw me sitting on a bench, he stopped and watch me sit there. After about a minute or so of silence, well at least between them ( Medda was singing another song. Man she sings a lot.), he crept over to the bench.
"May I'se have dis seat?" I about jumped to the ceiling when he asked me. Finally gaining my posture back, I answered, "Yeah, shoah."
After an awkward silence, the Brooklyn leader questioned, "Why did ya leave? Ya could have answered me ya know." As he said this, he looked straight ahead, not wanting to look me in the eye. I did the same.
"I'se panicked."
"Panicked? Panicked 'bout what? Are ya tellin' me dat you're scared?" He asked turning his head to face me.
"No, I'se aint scared at all." I replied emotionlessly as I turned to face him.
"Den why turn away?"
"Dat ting ya pulled out dere was just unexpected, dat's all." I said, telling only half of the truth.
"Okay. So, do ya have an answer foah me or are ya just goin' tah make me pry it outta ya?" Spot smirked.
"Hmm... let me tink 'bout it. I'se tink dat it would be more fun if I'd let yeah pry it outta me. First of all, ya would never get it outta me. Second of all, it would be very amusing to see ya fail." I joked.
"Dat's a little harsh, doncha tink?" he said pretending to look semi-hurt.
"O' course not!" I teased.
"No, seriously," he was no longer holding a hurt expression, but a stern one. "What's it gonna be?"
"Yeah, I'd do dah honar of bein' ya goil." I said, mocking his own words.
Spot just smirked and I just had to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"N-n-nothin'." I said between giggles as I got up from the bench. He followed soon after.
~~~~ later that night ~~~~
It's a beautiful night, I pondered to myself. We were walking back from Medda's. The group that I was walking back with included Racetrack, Kid Blink, Candle, and myself. Spot had to go back to Brooklyn, but he said that he would stop by tomorrow. The others were already back at the lodging house.
Race and Blink were a little on the tipsy-side and were singing songs, very loud and rambunctiously. Candle and I walked in sync right behind them.
"Didja evah answer Spot?"
"I'M A LITTLE TEAPOT SHORT AND STOUT!" sang Blink.
"Yeah."
"HERE IS MY HANDLE. HERE IS MY SPOUT!" finished Race.
"So what was dah answer?" she asked curiously.
"WHEN I GET ALL STEAMED UP, HEAR ME SHOUT!"
"Yeah." I said trying to hold my smile. She playfully punched me in the shoulder.
"TIP ME OVER AND what was dah next part? Oh yeah. TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR!" Race sang even louder this time.
Candle and I burst out in tears because we were laughing so hard. "I'se surprised dat no one has woken up yet from all of dere singin'," I stated between laughs.
"Yeah, same here." The streets were completely deserted. The drunks and prostitutes weren't even out, so we didn't get any odd looks or head turns.
"HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE!" Blink finished up the sentence of the song.
"So, how long have ya an' Blink been goin' out?" I asked, trying to start up a conversation.
"'Bout three months." With that said we were standing right in front of the stairs to the lodging house.
"Shh. Ya guys gotta shut up now." Candle said hushing the boys.
"Yes, mother." Blink teased, which got him a swat in the head by his girlfriend. We walked in. Well, Candle and I walked in, Race and Blink staggered in. We basically had to push them up the staircase to the bunkroom.
When we got up there, most of the guys were already asleep. A few were still up, but they were getting ready for bed. Candle escorted Blink to his bed, right before he passed out. Then she found an empty bunk and laid in it, trying to fall asleep. I also escorted Race to his bunk, but he didn't pass out, instead he started humming 'Twinkle, twinkle little star'.
"What took ya guys so long?" Jack asked me while taking off his shirt.
"Take a wild guess," I answered back taking off my boots as I sat on my bunk.
He smiled and said, "Two o' me drunken newsies?"
"Good guess," I complimented as I got into bed.
"Tanks," he said doing the same as me, but before he actually got in bed he turned off the lights. "G'night Fit. Ya bettah get a good nights rest cause we still gotta sell tomorrow."
"Night an' do we really have tah?"
"Yeah, night."
It wasn't even five minutes, when I heard Jack ask, "So didja evah answer Spot?"
"Ya know, you'se are dah second poison (person) to say dat tahnight."
"Am I'se? Den I'se guess you're gonna have tah say dah answer twice." It wasn't that hard to communicate, but still it was challenging. He was up one bunk and two to the left of me. I had to whisper so that I wouldn't wake up the tiresome newsies.
"Yeah, ya are, an' fine I'se will tell ya. It's a yes. So, can ya stop talkin' so dat I'se can get some sleep?" I whispered, forcefully so that he would shut up.
"'K. Night," and that was the last that I heard from him the rest of the night.
Shout Outs
NadaZimri ~ Spot does have a ratherly large head, now doesn't he? HEHE. But yeah, big egos equal big confidence. (Well at least in my opinion.) You'll just have to wait and see if Morris and Oscar find out and how they react. ( I can't say more because that would give it away....sorry.)
April ~ I'm glad that it finally let you review! I hope that this update isfast enough, for your liking!
Chapter 9
"Would ya do me dah honor of bein' me goil?"
Okay, that was unexpected.
Spot held a serious face, which told me that he wasn't joking. It was the real thing! I searched his almost pleading eyes as I decided what I was going to do. The room was dead silent. So silent, that you could hear a pin drop. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words just wouldn't come out.
I took my hands out from his grasp and headed back stage, leaving a very confused Spot standing alone in front of his fellow newsies. I wondered around back there until I found an old bench I could sit on, so that I could think.
He didn't really ask me, did he? This is all a dream. It must be! I then pinched my arm to see if I was dreaming or not. Ow. Okay this is reality. But what do I say? I can't go out with him because if the ass-faces (brothers) found out, that would just make things really bad. But I don't want to hurt the guy's feelings.
Uh-oh, I care. But if I care then that must mean I actually have feelings for him, right? When I think about it, I think that I might actually like him.
Without me knowing, Spot had followed me backstage. When he saw me sitting on a bench, he stopped and watch me sit there. After about a minute or so of silence, well at least between them ( Medda was singing another song. Man she sings a lot.), he crept over to the bench.
"May I'se have dis seat?" I about jumped to the ceiling when he asked me. Finally gaining my posture back, I answered, "Yeah, shoah."
After an awkward silence, the Brooklyn leader questioned, "Why did ya leave? Ya could have answered me ya know." As he said this, he looked straight ahead, not wanting to look me in the eye. I did the same.
"I'se panicked."
"Panicked? Panicked 'bout what? Are ya tellin' me dat you're scared?" He asked turning his head to face me.
"No, I'se aint scared at all." I replied emotionlessly as I turned to face him.
"Den why turn away?"
"Dat ting ya pulled out dere was just unexpected, dat's all." I said, telling only half of the truth.
"Okay. So, do ya have an answer foah me or are ya just goin' tah make me pry it outta ya?" Spot smirked.
"Hmm... let me tink 'bout it. I'se tink dat it would be more fun if I'd let yeah pry it outta me. First of all, ya would never get it outta me. Second of all, it would be very amusing to see ya fail." I joked.
"Dat's a little harsh, doncha tink?" he said pretending to look semi-hurt.
"O' course not!" I teased.
"No, seriously," he was no longer holding a hurt expression, but a stern one. "What's it gonna be?"
"Yeah, I'd do dah honar of bein' ya goil." I said, mocking his own words.
Spot just smirked and I just had to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"N-n-nothin'." I said between giggles as I got up from the bench. He followed soon after.
~~~~ later that night ~~~~
It's a beautiful night, I pondered to myself. We were walking back from Medda's. The group that I was walking back with included Racetrack, Kid Blink, Candle, and myself. Spot had to go back to Brooklyn, but he said that he would stop by tomorrow. The others were already back at the lodging house.
Race and Blink were a little on the tipsy-side and were singing songs, very loud and rambunctiously. Candle and I walked in sync right behind them.
"Didja evah answer Spot?"
"I'M A LITTLE TEAPOT SHORT AND STOUT!" sang Blink.
"Yeah."
"HERE IS MY HANDLE. HERE IS MY SPOUT!" finished Race.
"So what was dah answer?" she asked curiously.
"WHEN I GET ALL STEAMED UP, HEAR ME SHOUT!"
"Yeah." I said trying to hold my smile. She playfully punched me in the shoulder.
"TIP ME OVER AND what was dah next part? Oh yeah. TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR!" Race sang even louder this time.
Candle and I burst out in tears because we were laughing so hard. "I'se surprised dat no one has woken up yet from all of dere singin'," I stated between laughs.
"Yeah, same here." The streets were completely deserted. The drunks and prostitutes weren't even out, so we didn't get any odd looks or head turns.
"HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE!" Blink finished up the sentence of the song.
"So, how long have ya an' Blink been goin' out?" I asked, trying to start up a conversation.
"'Bout three months." With that said we were standing right in front of the stairs to the lodging house.
"Shh. Ya guys gotta shut up now." Candle said hushing the boys.
"Yes, mother." Blink teased, which got him a swat in the head by his girlfriend. We walked in. Well, Candle and I walked in, Race and Blink staggered in. We basically had to push them up the staircase to the bunkroom.
When we got up there, most of the guys were already asleep. A few were still up, but they were getting ready for bed. Candle escorted Blink to his bed, right before he passed out. Then she found an empty bunk and laid in it, trying to fall asleep. I also escorted Race to his bunk, but he didn't pass out, instead he started humming 'Twinkle, twinkle little star'.
"What took ya guys so long?" Jack asked me while taking off his shirt.
"Take a wild guess," I answered back taking off my boots as I sat on my bunk.
He smiled and said, "Two o' me drunken newsies?"
"Good guess," I complimented as I got into bed.
"Tanks," he said doing the same as me, but before he actually got in bed he turned off the lights. "G'night Fit. Ya bettah get a good nights rest cause we still gotta sell tomorrow."
"Night an' do we really have tah?"
"Yeah, night."
It wasn't even five minutes, when I heard Jack ask, "So didja evah answer Spot?"
"Ya know, you'se are dah second poison (person) to say dat tahnight."
"Am I'se? Den I'se guess you're gonna have tah say dah answer twice." It wasn't that hard to communicate, but still it was challenging. He was up one bunk and two to the left of me. I had to whisper so that I wouldn't wake up the tiresome newsies.
"Yeah, ya are, an' fine I'se will tell ya. It's a yes. So, can ya stop talkin' so dat I'se can get some sleep?" I whispered, forcefully so that he would shut up.
"'K. Night," and that was the last that I heard from him the rest of the night.