A/N: My goodness! It's been forever since I've updated!
Shouts Outs
April ( Grandma Boo boo) – You'll never know what type of problems he was having because frankly I know as much as you do. Lol.
NadaZimri – Haha! Foreboding music! We'll see about that one. I wish we could pit links to music on these stories. That way, you click on it and it sets the mood for the chapter. Or even for people who do song fics. Who knows, maybe you can. I've just never came across a story that has one.
Smiley Cad – Haha, I'm not the only one who gets that feeling. Except when I get it, its always at those really sappy moments. It gets me every time. Sigh....
Tiggerbaby2430 – I'm glad you thought that, that part was cute. I was hoping that it didn't come out corny because I would hate for that to happen! Yeah, Spot normally does kill or fight the old leader. Just thought that I'd change the trend.
Vacant Skies – I thought that I didn't get the personalities down like they are in the movie. I felt that they were beginning to sound like me.....Yep Mush has a girl!
Chapter 11
"Alright, well dis is where I'se leave ya," we had walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and here we were, standing in Manhattan. Well, don't I feel like a suitcase. "Are ya soah ya don't want me tah walk ya tah Jacky-boy's? I'se have no problem wit' dat."
"I'se told ya, I'se fine. Now get ya little Brooklyn ass where it belongs," I said, lightly shoving him towards the bridge. But he just wouldn't budge. He had that same damn smirk on his face as he looked at me instead of moving his feet. Why is he being so difficult? I'm exhausted and he isn't making it any better.
"I'se tink dat I'll stay," he insisted playfully.
"Just go! I'se need tah get back before dah mornin' edition is out foah dah public tah see."
"Cute an' some newsie humor," he muttered as he stalked off, all the while smirking to himself.
Finally he decided to go, and with no good-bye. What nerve. "Bye!" I shouted. He must have heard me because he had raised his hand to acknowledge that he had. I turned to head back to the Manhattan LH. It was a tad bit windier than earlier that day, which made things a little chilly. I was glad that I had worn my pants.
For the most part, the streets were empty. A few groups of guys had been scattered around the street. One of them looked up at me and smirked. God, guys can't smile, can they? It's like not in their blood. Wait a minute, I think I know that guy. He's a friend of Morris? Yeah, him or Oscar. I think that guy's name is, Tyler?
I just kept my same steady pace and didn't look his way again. Just a few more blocks to go and I won't even have to worry about the guy. But I could still feel his stare in my back and it started to get annoying. I stopped right next to an alley and looked back at him.
He had stopped staring at me. Okay now I'm just getting paranoid. Then out of nowhere a hand covered my mouth from behind and another hand pulls me into the alley I had stopped by. It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to yelp from shock. I really shouldn't stand next to alleys in the dark.
The hands turned me around to face them.
"Ya know, ya can find more graceful ways tah talk tah me an' why are ya always bringin' me intah alleyways?"
"I'se is bein' graceful," he scowled and with a cold stare.
"Like a little kitten," I retorted sarcastically, starting to walk off. I was just pulled back by Oscar's strong grip around my waist. He turned me around, yet again and when he did, he had the most stern look upon his face.
"I'se ain't done wit' ya yet. I'se hoid dat you'se had a guy in ya life an' it aint me or Morris," he had a glint in his eyes that indicated that he was furious.
"I'se don't know what ya talkin' 'bout," I replied, pretending to be confused. The boy balled up his fists with irritation. Not being able to hold his anger any more, he just started to yell in rage.
"God damnit, goil! What's yer fuckin' problem?! Ya know as well as I'se do, dat yer fuckin' dat little piece of Brooklyn shit! What's his name? Spud?"
"It's Spot," I whispered and closed my eyes.
"Whatevah! An' I'se can't believe ya are defendin' him! Ya little whore!"
I opened my fury-filled eyes. "I'se can't be a whore if I'se don't sleep 'round every night! But wait, how is dat possible if foah dah past sixteen years I'se been in house arrest! By me own family!" I stopped my ranting to take a breath and regain my posture. As calmly as I could, I stated, "Besides, it's not like I'se sleepin' wit' him. He jus' asked me out yesterday. We hadn't even kissed yet. So don't go an have a cow ovah nothin'!" I ended with a scream.
His face was still flustered with anger after I had finished speaking. "Have ya told him or any o' dem asses yet?" he asked, attempting to change the subject, but failed miserably, "Or were ya too busy screwin' some guy ovah?!"
"No, I'se didn't tell dem yet an' why would ya care if I was wit' some guy anyways? It's not like ya cared 'bout me any othah time. Why should ya start now?" I was beginning to become a little impatient and it was getting late. The Lodging House front doors would be locked soon and I would like to have played at least on hand of poker.
"I'se always cared foah ya. Why'se would ya say dat I'se don't?" he attempted to sound as if he had cared. He just wanted me away from Spot, or should I say, all the newsies in general.
"Stop puttin' on an act."
"I'se not actin' Ki, (pronounced 'key') I'se do care foah ya," He had this confused look on his face. It was almost as though the words I was saying were foreign to him. "How can ya say dat I'se don't?"
"Maybe, it's dah fact dat ya treated me wit' no respect. When we were younger everythin' was fine an' we got along, othah den dah fights normal siblings have. But aftah Ma an' Dad died everythin' changed. Ya are always aggressive an' givin' ordahs. Morris is quiet and when he does do anythin' it involves you an' ya friends. An' when ya'll get tahgethah, nothin' good comes outta it, but dat's a different story," I starred at his face as I spoke what I had been holding in for so long.
"Ki..."
"I'se not finished yet. Not only do I'se get no respect, I'se got no freedom. It's like I'se a dog on a leash an' when I'se wanna go one way, ya guys just pull me back. But it's not dah freedom or respect dat I'se really want, it's dah fact of knowin' dat I'se is loved by me own family," when I was done with my speech, my eyes were getting watery. I let my head hang low, so that Oscar couldn't see my face.
He lifted my head up with his hand. "Don't evah think dat me an' Morris don't love ya cause we do. We keep ya inside all dah time 'cause we don't want anythin' tah happen tah ya. An' foah dah respect part an' havin' ya do all dah chores an' cookin', Uncle Chester believes dat a goil should do dat sort of ting. Since none o' us men are fit foah dah job, dah old man wants ya tah do it."
"Men? Ya think ya two knuckleheads are men? Ha!" A smile crept the features of my face. I was no longer teary-eyed, my eyes were back to their normal brown color.
"Hey! We are full grown men!" he playfully punched my shoulder. The mood all changed when he turned serious. "Why don't ya come back? Everthin' will be different. I'se promise. I'se mean why would ya wanna stay wit' dah newsies while ya can be at home? Ya have a nice cozy bed an' great meals. What more can ya ask foah?"
"Thanks foah dah offah, but no. I'se know dat I'se have only known dem foah not even a month yet, but I'se gotten tah know dah newsies as if dey were me own brothahs an' sistahs. I'se can't jus' leave dem, ya know?" A giant gust of wind swept through the alleyway causing me to cross my arms. The wind had given me a sudden chill. "Look, I'se bettah get back. Kloppman is gonna lock up in a few minutes. I'll see ya later."
"Yeah, see ya later." I walked out of the alley, but ran all the way back to the LH. I really hope that he didn't lock up, then I would have to reconsider Oscar's offer for the night. When I reached the Lodging House, I was relieved to find it unlocked.
Meanwhile
Oscar walked back to his apartment, where Morris, Tyler, and two other guys were gathered in the kitchen. Mr. Weasel went to bed early, at least three hours ago. They sat around the circle kitchen table playing poker, sipping beers, and occasionally taking drags off their cigarettes. The lights were dim, but bright enough to see what was going on around the table. Oscar had grabbed an extra chair and sat himself between Tyler and a well-built boy named Zaine.
Zaine was an extremely handsome looking young fellow. He was at the age of seventeen and attracted more women than magnets could attract metal. The teenager had a tan complexion along with stern hazel eyes and dark brown hair. He didn't just have great hair and amazing eyes, but a breath-taking smile as well. As gorgeous as he was, Zaine was quiet. He didn't speak much, not even to his pals.
"Three Aces me boys," the other boy said with a thick Irish accent and gladly grabbed his winnings. His name was Kealan, born and raised in Ireland. Until, he moved to New York three years ago because of his criminal record. This flaming red haired, piercing green eyed, and average height of a man was wanted all over Ireland. Kealan had moved to the U.S. to escape the Irish police and found the Delancey's in the process.
"Hey, Oscar. So, how did it go wit' ya sistah?" questioned Tyler. "I'se guessin' not too good cause she ain't heah."
"Shuddup. Same, she even believed dat I'se actually cared foah her," he chuckled. "She believed every detail, she is jus' too damn stubborn tah come home. She really thinks dat dose shitheads are her friends. We'll see 'bout dat after I'se through wit' dem. Ya guys gonna play anothah hand?" they all nodded.
"Deal me in."
"I'se don't think it's too wise tah go an' mess wit' dem yet. Ya should wait awhile, at least make dem believe dat she is what she has been sayin' she is. Den break it tah dem, tell dem who she really is." Morris stated as he dealt out the cards. Everyone placed money into the center of the table before beginning.
"I'se was plannin' on doin' dat. I'se gave her two weeks. Ki is now down tah one week an' six days, an still countin'," he replied concentrating on his cards.
"An' den she's mine?" implied Tyler.
"Yeah. She's all yours. I'se out." Oscar folded his hand of cards. He held a two, a three, a four, a seven, and a five. He was going for a straight, but luck was against him. Tyler and Kealan also folded. It was down to Zaine and Morris.
"Whatcha got, Zaine?" the teen revealed his cards. He held a full house, three queens and two eights. Morris revealed his cards as well. Unfortunately he didn't have good enough cards. He also had a full house except he had three nines and two sevens.
"Damn. Dah mute beats me foah dah fourth time tahnight."
Zaine smirked, but didn't say anything. He just grabbed his winnings and took a sip of beer.
A/N: You think I used enough of the number three?
Shouts Outs
April ( Grandma Boo boo) – You'll never know what type of problems he was having because frankly I know as much as you do. Lol.
NadaZimri – Haha! Foreboding music! We'll see about that one. I wish we could pit links to music on these stories. That way, you click on it and it sets the mood for the chapter. Or even for people who do song fics. Who knows, maybe you can. I've just never came across a story that has one.
Smiley Cad – Haha, I'm not the only one who gets that feeling. Except when I get it, its always at those really sappy moments. It gets me every time. Sigh....
Tiggerbaby2430 – I'm glad you thought that, that part was cute. I was hoping that it didn't come out corny because I would hate for that to happen! Yeah, Spot normally does kill or fight the old leader. Just thought that I'd change the trend.
Vacant Skies – I thought that I didn't get the personalities down like they are in the movie. I felt that they were beginning to sound like me.....Yep Mush has a girl!
Chapter 11
"Alright, well dis is where I'se leave ya," we had walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and here we were, standing in Manhattan. Well, don't I feel like a suitcase. "Are ya soah ya don't want me tah walk ya tah Jacky-boy's? I'se have no problem wit' dat."
"I'se told ya, I'se fine. Now get ya little Brooklyn ass where it belongs," I said, lightly shoving him towards the bridge. But he just wouldn't budge. He had that same damn smirk on his face as he looked at me instead of moving his feet. Why is he being so difficult? I'm exhausted and he isn't making it any better.
"I'se tink dat I'll stay," he insisted playfully.
"Just go! I'se need tah get back before dah mornin' edition is out foah dah public tah see."
"Cute an' some newsie humor," he muttered as he stalked off, all the while smirking to himself.
Finally he decided to go, and with no good-bye. What nerve. "Bye!" I shouted. He must have heard me because he had raised his hand to acknowledge that he had. I turned to head back to the Manhattan LH. It was a tad bit windier than earlier that day, which made things a little chilly. I was glad that I had worn my pants.
For the most part, the streets were empty. A few groups of guys had been scattered around the street. One of them looked up at me and smirked. God, guys can't smile, can they? It's like not in their blood. Wait a minute, I think I know that guy. He's a friend of Morris? Yeah, him or Oscar. I think that guy's name is, Tyler?
I just kept my same steady pace and didn't look his way again. Just a few more blocks to go and I won't even have to worry about the guy. But I could still feel his stare in my back and it started to get annoying. I stopped right next to an alley and looked back at him.
He had stopped staring at me. Okay now I'm just getting paranoid. Then out of nowhere a hand covered my mouth from behind and another hand pulls me into the alley I had stopped by. It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to yelp from shock. I really shouldn't stand next to alleys in the dark.
The hands turned me around to face them.
"Ya know, ya can find more graceful ways tah talk tah me an' why are ya always bringin' me intah alleyways?"
"I'se is bein' graceful," he scowled and with a cold stare.
"Like a little kitten," I retorted sarcastically, starting to walk off. I was just pulled back by Oscar's strong grip around my waist. He turned me around, yet again and when he did, he had the most stern look upon his face.
"I'se ain't done wit' ya yet. I'se hoid dat you'se had a guy in ya life an' it aint me or Morris," he had a glint in his eyes that indicated that he was furious.
"I'se don't know what ya talkin' 'bout," I replied, pretending to be confused. The boy balled up his fists with irritation. Not being able to hold his anger any more, he just started to yell in rage.
"God damnit, goil! What's yer fuckin' problem?! Ya know as well as I'se do, dat yer fuckin' dat little piece of Brooklyn shit! What's his name? Spud?"
"It's Spot," I whispered and closed my eyes.
"Whatevah! An' I'se can't believe ya are defendin' him! Ya little whore!"
I opened my fury-filled eyes. "I'se can't be a whore if I'se don't sleep 'round every night! But wait, how is dat possible if foah dah past sixteen years I'se been in house arrest! By me own family!" I stopped my ranting to take a breath and regain my posture. As calmly as I could, I stated, "Besides, it's not like I'se sleepin' wit' him. He jus' asked me out yesterday. We hadn't even kissed yet. So don't go an have a cow ovah nothin'!" I ended with a scream.
His face was still flustered with anger after I had finished speaking. "Have ya told him or any o' dem asses yet?" he asked, attempting to change the subject, but failed miserably, "Or were ya too busy screwin' some guy ovah?!"
"No, I'se didn't tell dem yet an' why would ya care if I was wit' some guy anyways? It's not like ya cared 'bout me any othah time. Why should ya start now?" I was beginning to become a little impatient and it was getting late. The Lodging House front doors would be locked soon and I would like to have played at least on hand of poker.
"I'se always cared foah ya. Why'se would ya say dat I'se don't?" he attempted to sound as if he had cared. He just wanted me away from Spot, or should I say, all the newsies in general.
"Stop puttin' on an act."
"I'se not actin' Ki, (pronounced 'key') I'se do care foah ya," He had this confused look on his face. It was almost as though the words I was saying were foreign to him. "How can ya say dat I'se don't?"
"Maybe, it's dah fact dat ya treated me wit' no respect. When we were younger everythin' was fine an' we got along, othah den dah fights normal siblings have. But aftah Ma an' Dad died everythin' changed. Ya are always aggressive an' givin' ordahs. Morris is quiet and when he does do anythin' it involves you an' ya friends. An' when ya'll get tahgethah, nothin' good comes outta it, but dat's a different story," I starred at his face as I spoke what I had been holding in for so long.
"Ki..."
"I'se not finished yet. Not only do I'se get no respect, I'se got no freedom. It's like I'se a dog on a leash an' when I'se wanna go one way, ya guys just pull me back. But it's not dah freedom or respect dat I'se really want, it's dah fact of knowin' dat I'se is loved by me own family," when I was done with my speech, my eyes were getting watery. I let my head hang low, so that Oscar couldn't see my face.
He lifted my head up with his hand. "Don't evah think dat me an' Morris don't love ya cause we do. We keep ya inside all dah time 'cause we don't want anythin' tah happen tah ya. An' foah dah respect part an' havin' ya do all dah chores an' cookin', Uncle Chester believes dat a goil should do dat sort of ting. Since none o' us men are fit foah dah job, dah old man wants ya tah do it."
"Men? Ya think ya two knuckleheads are men? Ha!" A smile crept the features of my face. I was no longer teary-eyed, my eyes were back to their normal brown color.
"Hey! We are full grown men!" he playfully punched my shoulder. The mood all changed when he turned serious. "Why don't ya come back? Everthin' will be different. I'se promise. I'se mean why would ya wanna stay wit' dah newsies while ya can be at home? Ya have a nice cozy bed an' great meals. What more can ya ask foah?"
"Thanks foah dah offah, but no. I'se know dat I'se have only known dem foah not even a month yet, but I'se gotten tah know dah newsies as if dey were me own brothahs an' sistahs. I'se can't jus' leave dem, ya know?" A giant gust of wind swept through the alleyway causing me to cross my arms. The wind had given me a sudden chill. "Look, I'se bettah get back. Kloppman is gonna lock up in a few minutes. I'll see ya later."
"Yeah, see ya later." I walked out of the alley, but ran all the way back to the LH. I really hope that he didn't lock up, then I would have to reconsider Oscar's offer for the night. When I reached the Lodging House, I was relieved to find it unlocked.
Meanwhile
Oscar walked back to his apartment, where Morris, Tyler, and two other guys were gathered in the kitchen. Mr. Weasel went to bed early, at least three hours ago. They sat around the circle kitchen table playing poker, sipping beers, and occasionally taking drags off their cigarettes. The lights were dim, but bright enough to see what was going on around the table. Oscar had grabbed an extra chair and sat himself between Tyler and a well-built boy named Zaine.
Zaine was an extremely handsome looking young fellow. He was at the age of seventeen and attracted more women than magnets could attract metal. The teenager had a tan complexion along with stern hazel eyes and dark brown hair. He didn't just have great hair and amazing eyes, but a breath-taking smile as well. As gorgeous as he was, Zaine was quiet. He didn't speak much, not even to his pals.
"Three Aces me boys," the other boy said with a thick Irish accent and gladly grabbed his winnings. His name was Kealan, born and raised in Ireland. Until, he moved to New York three years ago because of his criminal record. This flaming red haired, piercing green eyed, and average height of a man was wanted all over Ireland. Kealan had moved to the U.S. to escape the Irish police and found the Delancey's in the process.
"Hey, Oscar. So, how did it go wit' ya sistah?" questioned Tyler. "I'se guessin' not too good cause she ain't heah."
"Shuddup. Same, she even believed dat I'se actually cared foah her," he chuckled. "She believed every detail, she is jus' too damn stubborn tah come home. She really thinks dat dose shitheads are her friends. We'll see 'bout dat after I'se through wit' dem. Ya guys gonna play anothah hand?" they all nodded.
"Deal me in."
"I'se don't think it's too wise tah go an' mess wit' dem yet. Ya should wait awhile, at least make dem believe dat she is what she has been sayin' she is. Den break it tah dem, tell dem who she really is." Morris stated as he dealt out the cards. Everyone placed money into the center of the table before beginning.
"I'se was plannin' on doin' dat. I'se gave her two weeks. Ki is now down tah one week an' six days, an still countin'," he replied concentrating on his cards.
"An' den she's mine?" implied Tyler.
"Yeah. She's all yours. I'se out." Oscar folded his hand of cards. He held a two, a three, a four, a seven, and a five. He was going for a straight, but luck was against him. Tyler and Kealan also folded. It was down to Zaine and Morris.
"Whatcha got, Zaine?" the teen revealed his cards. He held a full house, three queens and two eights. Morris revealed his cards as well. Unfortunately he didn't have good enough cards. He also had a full house except he had three nines and two sevens.
"Damn. Dah mute beats me foah dah fourth time tahnight."
Zaine smirked, but didn't say anything. He just grabbed his winnings and took a sip of beer.
A/N: You think I used enough of the number three?