Hidden Desire

Chapter 4: A Nickname

I took a seat next to Skittery in Irving Hall watching all the other people preform. I asked him again, "Is the person that likes me so bad?" Skittery shook his head, "He isn't bad, but youse probably be really surprised if Ise told ya who it is." I pleaded, "Can't you just tell me how old he is?" Skittery bit his lower lip, "He's 16, okay?" I replied, "Well at least he is my age." Skittery nodded, "But Ise can't tell ya anymore, youse just gonna have ta figure it out fore yourself." I shook my head, "I know a lot of newsies, it would take forever, I'm just gonna wait till this mystery person decides to tell me who he is." In the end Skittery agreed with me. I yawned, "Well I'm getting kind of tried, I'll just head back to the lodging house, see you later." Skittery answered, "Okay, Mandy bye." I exited Irving Hall and into the streets of Manhattan. I wonder why this person doesn't want me to know who he is? Like come on, it can't be that bad...unless...its Oscar or Morris...that would be scary...oh god please don't make it be one of them...But my thinking came to a stop when I heard someone behind me. I turned around to see nothing but darkness. I shrugged it off, just tried...I then started walking back to the lodging house but stopped in my tracks when I heard footsteps behind me again. I yet again turned around hoping it was not some crazy crack pot that escaped from the bulls and has a knife, just waiting to kill somebody. But yet again there was no one. I glanced at the sidewalk and saw what looked like a letter in front of me. I picked it up carefully. Yup its a letter...I decided to open it, hoping it was my admire telling me he was ready to tell me who he was, it said:

Mandy-

I have a nickname for you

Irish or Iris for short

Since you are Irish and damn proud of it I hear you say

To give you a hint on who I am,

In my last name there's a N in it

Somebody you know-

Hm...last name there's a N...I don't think I know anyone whose last name with a N in it...darn it...but I like my nickname...Irish...or Iris for short...catchy...I then continued my way back to the lodging house with the letter in my hand. Once I entered the lodging house I went upstairs waiting for Skittery to come back from Irving Hall. As was about to sit down I found something on my bunk. It was a sliver ring with a I on it. But there was no note, but I didn't need it, since I already knew who it was from, the admire. I for Irish...nice...this must of cost a lot...I slid the ring on my finger and I looked at it. Pretty nice. I put my head on my pillow and began to think. Okay, last name with a N in it...hmmm...how bout Race his last name has an N in it...but he is going out with Clover...yeah that rights...aw I give up...my mind is completely drawing a blank...Just then Skittery came in. Skittery greeted, "Heya." I replied weakly, "Hey." He sat on my bunk and saw the letter on my bunk. He picked it up. Skittery said as he finished reading, "Wow he gave you a nickname, Irish..." I said, "Yeah, Iris for short...he also got me this ring." I held my hand out to him. Skittery said, "Wow...who would of known C---- he would do that fore a goil." I just shrugged. Les came upstairs and sat on my bunk. Les said, "Um he told me to give you this." I opened the letter as Les and Skittery went downstairs. It revealed:

Mandy-

I hope you like the ring

I thought of you when I saw this

I was at Irving Hall and watched you guys play

You were good tonight

Beautiful voice

Beautiful girl

Somebody you know-

I then got an idea. I will write back...I then grabbed a box under my bunk and opened it. There I grabbed and piece of paper and a pencil I found on the streets. I began to write. When I was finished I read it over:

Somebody you know-

Just wanted to thank you for the guitar pick and ring

I really want to know who you are

I want to stop being freaked out

Thinking that you are some kind of crack pot

So please just tell me, or let me know in some kind of way

Mandy-

I folded the letter and made my way downstairs. I found Les playing with his wooden sword. I asked, "Les could you give this to the person who sends me letters?" Les nodded and took the note. I thanked him and made my way back downstairs. I then layed on my bunk waiting for an answer. Oh it better not be Oscar or Morris...

A/N: Another chapter done, please tell me what you think...Peace...