I slowly opened my eyes as the sun came pouring into the room. Mush shifted his weight around and smiled. I could feel his naked chest against my bare back. I smiled remembering what had happened the night before.
I remember pain. Like a million white hot knives piercing my body.
But then it was gone. And it was bliss.
It was just like how Flight had put it: "Like Heaven on Earth."
I felt Mush kiss my shoulder blade, telling me he was awake. I turned around and kissed him.
"When can we do that again?" he asked me.
"Whenever you're ready, sugar."
He smiled and kissed me again. I could hear the other newsies walk down the stairs to go sell for the day. I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his hand, which was resting on my shoulder.
God I loved him.
As soon as the last pair of foot steps faded away, Mush whispered in my ear.
"Ok, I'm ready."
He lifted up my chin and kissed me. I smiled as he rolled on top of me.
This was WAY better than making out.
I told him so.
He agreed.
Twenty minutes later, I was worn out. All I wanted to do was lie in bed with my husband. Husband. I loved calling him that. I lay on the bed with Mush's arms around my waist. He would whisper sweet things in my ear and kiss my neck. Suddenly, I shot up.
"How are we gonna tell Jack?" I asked.
"We won't." Was Mush's reply. "Not yet." I nodded my head and kissed him.
"I'm so glad we got married,"
"Me too, baby." He said before pulling me closer to him.
In Manhattan...
Jack rested his head in his hands. How could Queens do that to me? He kept asking himself. Normally, he would talk to Spot about this, but he got tied down yesterday, so there was no point talking to him.
Blade had been continuously sending his boys over to Manhattan, resulting in many Manhattaners being found beat to a bloody pulp in a back alley the next morning. Quite obviously, they were no longer on good terms.
And what was most aggravating about it was that Jack had no idea why.
Queens and Manhattan used to get along fine, but now, it was total chaos.
"What the-"
In Brooklyn…
"- hell happened?" Flight asked as Racetrack walked into the room. Racetrack had a black eye on his right one, and a few gashes on both of his arms. Flight ran over to her best friend and led him to a bed.
"Flight, I have a black eye, what do you think happened? Hey, where's Mush and Catwalk?" Racetrack said while sitting down.
"Never mind that," She said irritably, "And I'm not stupid. I just wanna know who beat the crap out of you and why and –Race what are you doing?"
"What does it look like? I'm smoking a cigar!"
"Not with me in the room."
"You were always fine with me smoking before."
"Race…where have you been the last 3 weeks?"
"Uh…Manhattan?"
"Man, you are slow on the currant events."
"What happened?"
"Race…have you ever herd the story of the birds and the bees?"
Race's eyes grew 10 times their normal size.
"No. Wait, no. Just no. Wait. Please tell me you're not being serious."
Flight nodded solemnly.
"Never been more serious in my life, Race."
"Wow."
"Yup."
"Wow."
"Yup."
"I'm gonna be an uncle?"
"In a roundabout sort of way, yes."
"Wow."
"Yup."
"Where'd you say Mush and Catwalk were?"
"They're occupied and that's all you need to know," she snapped.
"Huh?"
She slapped a hand to her forehead.
"Good Lord, boy, you're slower than I thought."
Then it dawned on him.
"Wow."
Mush and I entered the room, and before Flight could say it I said it for her.
"Yup."
Race jumped about five feet into the air and off the bed.
"I thought you were busy!" he cried hysterically.
I glanced at Mush.
"Well, not right now we're not."
Mush added, "But we were about a half hour ago."
Racetrack looked horrified.
Usually it was him telling us about his . . . situations.
Ah, how the tables have turned.
"Okayyyy . . ." he said, slowly backing towards the door. "I'm gonna leave
now. . ."
Flight pounced.
"Race, you haven't told me what happened yet!"
"Yeah, Race, tell us what happened," Spot said, walking out of the washroom, his hair wet and a towel slung around his neck. Luckily for me, he was clothed. Unluckily for Flight, he was.
"Ok, I was walking home from Sheepsheads Bay, you know? When all of the sudden, I get jumped by these two big mugs, you know? First, they take all me money, three bones, you know? Then the bigger one takes out his brass knuckles and says 'Send my regards to Jack,' y-"
"You know?" Mush supplied,
"Yeah I do know! So anyway, they give me a couple more punches and cut me up a bit, you know? So I figured, 'Hey! Flights closer! Why not go to her and Spot!' you know?"
"Actually I don't," Flight said, scrunching up her face.
"Ayiyi your slow."
"Me? Slow? You hypocrite."
"What's a hypocrite?"
"Something that describes you perfectly."
"Race, who did this to you?" I asked.
"I don't know. I think it was Queens," Race said.
Flight froze up.
"Q-Queens?" She asked.
"Yeah, Queens. The burrow who likes to think their royalty." Race laughed at his own joke. Flight didn't. Race frowned.
"What's the matter?"
"It's nothing," She said in that airy way, which meant she was lying and everybody knew it. Nobody pressed the matter, but Spot put his arm around his wife and led her out of the room.
"It's nothing," I heard her repeat as she was lead down the hallway. "Nothing."
Hey, it's been a while, and it's not super long, but it is an update and updatedness is goodness. Oh, yeah, and in case you're slow like Race –
Race: Hey!
-- there was a major plot point in this chapter. On with the shout-outs! Race?
Race: Ahem. Yes. Alright. Wait? What? Oh yeah. Mush? You up for this?
Mush: Silence
Race: Mush? Please tell me you're not preoccupied.
Mush: Silence
Race: Damnit! Okay. I guess I'm by myself, here. Gryffindor's Newsie, Yes, married. And he doesn't mind that you keep his hat.
Spot: Yes I do!
Race: Don't mind him. Anyway, how will Jack take it? We shall see, we shall see. Autumn-Park, Butterfly agrees with you makes a face Whatever. Girls are just so weird about all that. And yeah, you did just admit that. Oh well, I asked Butterfly once in her dreams, so we're even.
Race again: Wait? Who put that in the script?
Race: blushes madly
Race: I so totally didn't say that.
Cinnamon: Race? Can – can I say something for a sec?
Butterfly: No! You're not in the script! Shut up!
Race: Anyway SadBeauty-Dot, yeah, they did. Thanks for your review! Laina Darger, yeah, rubber duckies rule my world. Wait – Who the hell wrote this?
Butterfly: tries to whistle and look innocent
Race: Stupid. Sex? Yes. Witness? Some random guy. Butterfly finds the idea of cutting children in half to make 2.5 of them very amusing, though she's not sure Cinnamon does. Anyway, they've updated!
Mush: Finally appears Did I miss something?
Cinnamon/Butterfly/Race/ Spot: Never mind!
Mush: Sheesh! mumbles incoherently and crawls back into his hole
Spot: Rolls his eyes Whatever. Review.
