\/\/007 people have been waiting for me to update. Wow... I feel really
inspired now. Still at my dad's house so chapter 15's shout outs will have
longer.
Thinking about it now the last chapter was really very odd. You hear what happened to Spot during the dusk and Julie during the morning... well maybe it was Spot the night before Julie's morning.
Shout Outs
Sapphy: Well I'm not even really sure what the accident was yet... Spot doesn't need to know that though... Yes that email you sent a while back reminded me I had a story to finish, so here I am typing again. Thanks for the review!
Cici: Wait no longer because I decided to update more regularly again. I'm getting a job so no promises, but I'll try. Thanks for the review!
BrooklynGrl: Wow everyone cheered! Lol I think I may have to put you in again soon, since I've gone back to improving the plot it'll be easy. Thanks for the review!
Chapter 16
I ended up selling with Mush, Dutchy and Specs. Ironically Specs didn't really have glasses. He didn't want to tell me why his name was specs though. I didn't push it, but they seemed to want to give me a nickname. My nickname had become quite the topic as we sat around eating lunch at Tibby's.
"How about Teach?" Specs suggested playing off my job at the school.
"Naw for a goil like heh ya need something wid more spunk," Dutchy rejected Spec's remark on the subject.
"Well den what do you suggest," Specs shot back.
"I think Nanny might be cute seeing as she has ta take care of her little brudah," Mush added.
"What about Spot's goil," Race suggested teasing me.
"But I'm not Spot's goil," I shot back imitating his accent.
"Well den why do you sell in Brooklyn den? Goil's sell where dere's a boy dat they're interested in."
"Yeah like me," Sapphy said walking up and using Race's head as an armrest.
I smiled at Sapphy illustrating Race's point. It wasn't one to be forgotten too. Why do all newsies fans want to go back in time? They want to get together with their favorite newsie, and here I was in the perfect situation yet I didn't seem to want it. Then again I did have a boy friend. Adam, I seemed to forget about him while I was here. He was probably why I rejected Spot. If I weren't going out with Adam, I'd probably be non-stop flirting with Spot. Or would I?
"What'cha thinking about?" Mush asked breaking my train of thought.
"My boyfriend," I replied not even thinking about the strange terminology to them.
"Boyfriend?"
"I'm his girl, he's my boy... friend" I explained. They didn't seem to get it. "Kind of like how Sapphy is Race's goil so he's her boyfriend."
"Oh I understand," Ducthy nodded.
"Yeah dat makes sense I guess," Race agreed. Then he turned it around on me. "Hmm looks like Spot's got some competition."
"Lay off Race," I snapped. "Spot doesn't seem to have any interest in me like that."
"He knows. Race just likes teasing ya about it," Sapphy said clearly trying to calm me.
"Alright," I didn't quite feel so defensive anymore. Knowing that Race had only been joking made it seem far less of such a big deal.
"Dear me," Race muttered looking at his watch. "Time for de afternoon edition."
As if that was the cue everyone got up and headed out. I followed not used to this strange tradition. The others lead the way back to the distribution center with out even paying attention to where they were going. I on the other hand had no idea where I was going.
I decided that my day had been going pretty well all things considered. It felt like maybe this life wouldn't be so bad. They were happy enough with out a computer or the Internet. Mind you they were too busy to really have time for video games and talking to friends on the phone. They didn't need a phone; all their friends practically lived with them. It was a little weird not getting any alone time though.
In the afternoon went by quickly and before I knew it all the newsies were getting ready to sell the evening edition which meant for us girls to sell as we walked back to Brooklyn. I still had to go get John from Flame seeing as I didn't think that the young boy would appreciate the walk to Manhattan. I resolved to tell him a story before bed to make it up to him.
Upon arriving at the lodging house for John and stumbled across something very unnerving.
"What the hell are you doing!?!" I screeched at Flame who had a cup of beer up to John's mouth. Flame was wide eyed staring back at me from where he sat. He shrugged realizing who his harasser was. Mind you the entire lodging house was looking at me too.
"Giving de kid a sip," Riley replied covering for his best friend.
"A sip!?! I don't care how much it is! It's still beer!" I was fuming. Every word that slipped through my lips was accompanied by venom. "He's fucking 4 years old you idiot! Does the term light weight mean a thing to you!"
By now I was in Riley's face waiting for a reply. His blue green eyes stared back into mine. I got a very cold and emotionless feeling being that close to him. My body shuddered involuntarily.
"Fine. No more beer for Pan over dere," His comment was more directed at Flame then me.
I blinked once, then twice still up in Riley's face. I had expected him to come up with a witty remark for confronting him like that. I had expected something along the lines of a "Dere goin' ta be messin' wid my hands" come back. He could tell how startled I was, and sent me a pleasant smirk.
"You're just going to agree with me like that? The most powerful newsie in all of New York and you're not going to fight me about this?" I was still a little taken aback. I could have let it go, but I was curious.
"Yeah, if ya made a decision dat yeh little brother wasn't going ta drink. It's not my place ta give him beer."
"Oh. Ok," I replied still a little disjointed by this very Riley display Spot was doing in front of his followers.
"Well if yeh done I don't see any more reason for ya ta be so close," I locked onto his eyes while the Brooklyn leader spoke. "Dat is unless ya want something else."
"Nope, I'm good." I backed off quickly. "We'll just be going than I guess."
I picked up John and left.
Thinking about it now the last chapter was really very odd. You hear what happened to Spot during the dusk and Julie during the morning... well maybe it was Spot the night before Julie's morning.
Shout Outs
Sapphy: Well I'm not even really sure what the accident was yet... Spot doesn't need to know that though... Yes that email you sent a while back reminded me I had a story to finish, so here I am typing again. Thanks for the review!
Cici: Wait no longer because I decided to update more regularly again. I'm getting a job so no promises, but I'll try. Thanks for the review!
BrooklynGrl: Wow everyone cheered! Lol I think I may have to put you in again soon, since I've gone back to improving the plot it'll be easy. Thanks for the review!
Chapter 16
I ended up selling with Mush, Dutchy and Specs. Ironically Specs didn't really have glasses. He didn't want to tell me why his name was specs though. I didn't push it, but they seemed to want to give me a nickname. My nickname had become quite the topic as we sat around eating lunch at Tibby's.
"How about Teach?" Specs suggested playing off my job at the school.
"Naw for a goil like heh ya need something wid more spunk," Dutchy rejected Spec's remark on the subject.
"Well den what do you suggest," Specs shot back.
"I think Nanny might be cute seeing as she has ta take care of her little brudah," Mush added.
"What about Spot's goil," Race suggested teasing me.
"But I'm not Spot's goil," I shot back imitating his accent.
"Well den why do you sell in Brooklyn den? Goil's sell where dere's a boy dat they're interested in."
"Yeah like me," Sapphy said walking up and using Race's head as an armrest.
I smiled at Sapphy illustrating Race's point. It wasn't one to be forgotten too. Why do all newsies fans want to go back in time? They want to get together with their favorite newsie, and here I was in the perfect situation yet I didn't seem to want it. Then again I did have a boy friend. Adam, I seemed to forget about him while I was here. He was probably why I rejected Spot. If I weren't going out with Adam, I'd probably be non-stop flirting with Spot. Or would I?
"What'cha thinking about?" Mush asked breaking my train of thought.
"My boyfriend," I replied not even thinking about the strange terminology to them.
"Boyfriend?"
"I'm his girl, he's my boy... friend" I explained. They didn't seem to get it. "Kind of like how Sapphy is Race's goil so he's her boyfriend."
"Oh I understand," Ducthy nodded.
"Yeah dat makes sense I guess," Race agreed. Then he turned it around on me. "Hmm looks like Spot's got some competition."
"Lay off Race," I snapped. "Spot doesn't seem to have any interest in me like that."
"He knows. Race just likes teasing ya about it," Sapphy said clearly trying to calm me.
"Alright," I didn't quite feel so defensive anymore. Knowing that Race had only been joking made it seem far less of such a big deal.
"Dear me," Race muttered looking at his watch. "Time for de afternoon edition."
As if that was the cue everyone got up and headed out. I followed not used to this strange tradition. The others lead the way back to the distribution center with out even paying attention to where they were going. I on the other hand had no idea where I was going.
I decided that my day had been going pretty well all things considered. It felt like maybe this life wouldn't be so bad. They were happy enough with out a computer or the Internet. Mind you they were too busy to really have time for video games and talking to friends on the phone. They didn't need a phone; all their friends practically lived with them. It was a little weird not getting any alone time though.
In the afternoon went by quickly and before I knew it all the newsies were getting ready to sell the evening edition which meant for us girls to sell as we walked back to Brooklyn. I still had to go get John from Flame seeing as I didn't think that the young boy would appreciate the walk to Manhattan. I resolved to tell him a story before bed to make it up to him.
Upon arriving at the lodging house for John and stumbled across something very unnerving.
"What the hell are you doing!?!" I screeched at Flame who had a cup of beer up to John's mouth. Flame was wide eyed staring back at me from where he sat. He shrugged realizing who his harasser was. Mind you the entire lodging house was looking at me too.
"Giving de kid a sip," Riley replied covering for his best friend.
"A sip!?! I don't care how much it is! It's still beer!" I was fuming. Every word that slipped through my lips was accompanied by venom. "He's fucking 4 years old you idiot! Does the term light weight mean a thing to you!"
By now I was in Riley's face waiting for a reply. His blue green eyes stared back into mine. I got a very cold and emotionless feeling being that close to him. My body shuddered involuntarily.
"Fine. No more beer for Pan over dere," His comment was more directed at Flame then me.
I blinked once, then twice still up in Riley's face. I had expected him to come up with a witty remark for confronting him like that. I had expected something along the lines of a "Dere goin' ta be messin' wid my hands" come back. He could tell how startled I was, and sent me a pleasant smirk.
"You're just going to agree with me like that? The most powerful newsie in all of New York and you're not going to fight me about this?" I was still a little taken aback. I could have let it go, but I was curious.
"Yeah, if ya made a decision dat yeh little brother wasn't going ta drink. It's not my place ta give him beer."
"Oh. Ok," I replied still a little disjointed by this very Riley display Spot was doing in front of his followers.
"Well if yeh done I don't see any more reason for ya ta be so close," I locked onto his eyes while the Brooklyn leader spoke. "Dat is unless ya want something else."
"Nope, I'm good." I backed off quickly. "We'll just be going than I guess."
I picked up John and left.