ARGH! I'm so sorry this has taken so long... I really wanted to get this chap. done sooner. A lot has been going on in my life, more than I think I could/should write here! Let's just say that school is out and I'll try and get things done sooner! Yay, right?
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies or any of the characters, but I did find out that when I was in 3rd grade I saw Trey Parker (Kid Blink) in EYC when they opened for Backstreet Boys, but I don't remember:(
Chap. 7
After I was done with lunch, I said goodbye to Mush and David. Mush flashed me a bright smile and tried to reassure me about Kid Blink.
"Don't worry 'bout Blink. He's goin' through a tough time right now."
"I'm certainly not part of his 'tough time', so he shouldn't take this out on me!" I halfway yelled.
I walked over to where Jack was sitting with Racetrack, to tell him that I was going to go back to the lodging house. They both had their backs to me, so they didn't see me walk up. I was about to say something, when Race spoke.
"Hey Jack, whatada gonna do 'bout da poker game with Brooklyn tonight? Spot is gonna be dere."
Spot? Why does that name ring a bell? Maybe I know this Spot person, and he knows about me! Race and Jack said that he is going to be at a poker game, so I'll talk to him there to see if he knows anything!
I excitedly tapped Racetrack on the shoulder, "Who's Spot?" Jack twisted in his chair and glared up at me.
"No one dat ya need ta concoin yerself with."
I felt the excited feeling deflate out of me, quickly replaced by anger. "Why does it matter who I 'concoin' myself with? You can't tell me who I see or talk to, Jack. I'm going to talk to Spot and see if he knows me!"
I didn't know if I was actually going to see Spot, but I did know that I wanted to hurt Jack. When I saw his crestfallen face, I was actually glad that I had caused that.
"I woudn't do dat if I was you." Racetrack piped in.
"Why not, and don't tell me that I don't need to concern myself with him." I turned away so I couldn't see them, but still listened.
There was silence, so I turned back to look at them. Race looked up at me and shrugged sheepishly.
I looked daggers at each of them, "That's what I thought."
I spun around and stomped to the door. As I opened the door, it hit a waiter that was carrying a tray of food. As all the food spilled to the floor, the entire restaurant that was filled with newsies stared at me. I didn't dare look at Racetrack or Jack, but I swear I could feel their smirks. I tried to put an indifferent look on my face, and I quickly moved outside.
"I must not be very good at dramatic exits." I said to myself quietly as I headed back to the lodging house to get ready for the poker game with Brooklyn. I was going to see this Spot person no matter what Jack told me.
Shorter chappy than usual... I'm sorry guys, I've been having MAJOR writer's block! I know where I want to go with it, but there is the whole, 'how do I get there from here' thing.
So review please, and I'll attempt to get a new chap. out in the next week or so. AND you don't have to even have an account to review anymore! Everyone should be reviewing then, hmmm?
-Sweets