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Chapter 13

            I morning flew by quickly selling with John and I had to sympathize with Flame, because by the afternoon he was a little pill. There was only one thing to do. Nap, John needed a nap which meant back to the lodging house. We headed back with John nagging on me that 'he wasn't tired'. I however knew better.

            After putting little buddy down for a nap, I figured that I was in 1899 with the newsies and I needed to get to know these very 'nice' boys. My first guess was that they were down at the docks after finishing selling to morning edition to wait for the afternoon edition. It was worth a try and I swear it must have been my lucky day or something because there they were.

            I made an approach, and then it hit me. Riley would be here, that would mean confrontation. I had though about it all morning. I was so mean because I had a boy friend. Maybe though what he had to say had nothing to do with that kind of thing. Maybe it was something else. Maybe I should let him say what he needed to.

            With a mission at hand I walked forward to mingle among the boys. I was hoping that they wouldn't notice me and that I would be able to just introduce myself to a few of them, but no. They noticed me immediately. I quickly went from Julie to that girl that beat up Si. So now I had a whole new reputation. I went form that girl with Spot to that girl who beat down Si with in like a day. I made a decision right there, I needed a nickname.

            Really I've gone back in time to 1899 and next on my list of things to do was earn a nickname, or a newsie name. Then of course I had to meet the Manhattan newsies, but that would have to wait. Not to mention that if I had been like the girls in the Fanfiction I had read then I needed to get a newsie to fall in love with me.. But I had a boy friend and well that complicated things.

            "'Ey Julie," Flame greeted pleasantly.

            "Hey, 'sup?"

            "sup..?" I got with a blank stare in reply. I took a deep breath and figured I needed to work on this slang thing I'd grown accustomed too.

            "Sup, its shorted version of 'waz up', which is short for 'what's up', which is a phrase meaning 'how's it going' or 'what's going on in your life'." The blank stare slowly turned into a smile and nod kind of thing. I shrugged he would have had to been born about a hundred years later to appreciate sup.

            "Did ya really soak Si?" and the question of the day was finally asked by our friendly red head.

            "Well kind of, didn't Spot fill you in on the details?"

            "Naw, but Dima did. Just checkin' ta sees if he wasn't makin' it up. Spot didn't really say anyt'ing after getting back. Did ya beat up 'im too?"

            I laughed at Flame's casual joke.

            "Naw," not physically anyway, I thought to myself. "He said he wanted to talk to me yesterday, but I had to go. Do you know where he could be?"

            "He's always in the same place." Flame informed me. He didn't have to tell me where that was. Oh I already knew, but I let him explain anyway.

            After the explanation I headed towards the perch. There he sat not even noticing me, his cool (cold not neat) blue eyes glancing over the water. I wanted to go talk to him. I couldn't do it though. He seemed so deep in thought. I understood what it was like for people to interrupt the thought process and wasn't about to find out what Riley would do to me if I interrupted his.

            I mustered up more guts and casually headed in his direction. I knew that Riley was still going to be on watch and would notice if anyone approached. His head swung, eyes staring right into mine challenging why I was there. I wanted to cower under the gaze but kept tall and let my eyes challenge him back. Riley shrugged off my staring contest and jumped down.

            "What do ya want?" He asked sharply.

            "You said you wanted to talk ta me," I replied a little too quickly.

            He nodded as an affirmative. So he still wanted to talk to me. I had been worried that since I had been so cold to him yesterday that he would consider the conversation not worth his time.

            "Yeah want ta go somewhere wid less people dough?" he asked Riley peeking through Spot's tough shell.

            "I don't know," I replied not sure I wanted to be alone with him. He laughed at me smiling.

            "I mean if ya wanna stay heah dat's fine but it's easier to hear each uddah when dere's not newsies around yellin' at each uddah." I shrugged and he looked at me clearly in search of a yes, or no.

            "Sure, but where?" I asked.

            "How 'bout lunch?" he suggested.

            I rolled my eyes. Lunch huh? Seems like he was asking me out personally, but with Riley you never know.

            "Sure,"

            He led me towards a small Italian restaurant next to the docks. We found a seat and ordered two small plates of pasta before he began.

            "Where are ya from?" He asked straight out. I stared unsure of what he meant.

            "Seattle I already told ya," I replied still confused.

            "Naw, I have a friend dat's from ovah dere, and he ain't nuthin' like ya,"

            I understood where he was coming from now. I didn't know how to reply. I couldn't tell him the truth. There was no way he would believe me. I knew how things like this went. He wasn't going to get a word out of me.

            "And dat foist night I met ya and John, it was all strange. De streets weren't normal, the roof was different. I didn't dare leave dat roof top. Naw I slept right dere. Dank goodness when I woke up in de morning everyding was normal 'gain. Den I see ya again two weeks later and you freak out. Suddenly you need a place ta stay, and ya try ta be like us but yeh diffahent." Riley just stared at me while explaining. I stared right back jaw set. I couldn't tell him anything. I wasn't going to tell him anything. "Julie just explain, den I'll leave ya alone aftah dat if ya want."

            "I would if I could, but I can't so I won't," I replied back facial features unmoved. His eyes bore down on me again. I averted my eyes taking my mental chant again.

            "Will you let me help ya den?" He asked. There was something about the way he said it that made me suspicious. All of his body language made him seem sincere, but there was something there that made me untrusting. It was as if there was more of a reason behind him then just trying to be helpful. That reason was behind those deep eyes I couldn't reach.

            "How?"

            "If yeh me goil den no one will try and go aftah ya." I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Riley moved quickly to try and convince me. "We won't even do nuthin' I swear. It'll just be show."

            I though about it, when people had thought that I was going girl to begin with it had had its advantages. Then again I had a boyfriend, and it just wouldn't feel right, wouldn't be right at all.

            "I'm already somebody else's girl." I informed him right out.

            "Ya are?" Spot seemed a little bit surprised by it. I swear I was ready to slap him. Surprised that I had a boyfriend really? Talk about an emotion slap to my self confidence.

            "What am I not the kind of girl to be someone's girl or something? Am I not pretty enough? Because Adam thinks I'm pretty, he thinks I'm smart, he thinks I have a great personality." I hissed insulted.

            Riley laughed. He laughed at me, come on do you have to be anymore mean.

            "Naw I don't see why a guy wouldn't want you as a girl but ya only been heah a little while, most fella's don't ask a girl ta be deir girl dat quick." I understood, he though Adam was a boy from around here. "Is he one of de boys at de school ya woik at? Some rich boy?" under his breath I heard him mutter scab.

            "Adam's no scab." I snapped protecting him. "He's a boy from where I used to live." I growled quietly at Riley

            "If he's from where you used to live, do you plan on going back? Is dat why you are so loyal?" He asked voice as sharp as my own.

            I stared at him not sure what to say. What could I say to that? Why was I so loyal? It wasn't like Adam and I had ever done anything serious. We'd hugged and gone to a few movies. No kissing, kissing was outside my comfort zone at only 14. Adam respected that. He never pushed me to do anything I didn't want to.

            "I don't know," I replied my voice whimpering slightly. I didn't know if I was ever going to go home.

            "How can ya not know?" His voice was still just as strong.

            "I just don't know," I was still so confused about the whole thing. How did he come to my time and then I to his.

            "Do ya want to go back?"

            "Yes," I replied quickly. Well I answered one of his questions.

            "Why don't ya just go den?" his voice returning to its normal calm.

            "I can't,"

            "You can't?" he seemed doubtful.

            "Yeah I can't. Let's just leave it at that," I had had enough of this conversation.

            "I don't understand did yeh family kick ya out? Why can't a go back to de strange place where ya used to live?"

"What part of lets leave it at that don't you understand?" I asked.

            Riley didn't say anything just stared at me. I stood up to leave. I didn't need this. I was confused enough already.

            "If ya evah reconsidah me offah just tell me," Riley said as I passed him to the door.

            I didn't make a reply just left.