A/N: Thanks to Araknia the Storyspinner for reviewing! Im not sure how much longer this story will be, there might be only one chapter left but I'll have to see how it goes. Heres the next chapter..enjoy and review!
The moment I stepped outside the lodging house door I lifted my head. I wouldn't have people seeing me like this. I held it high with confidence I didn't have in me, the newsies didn't even give me a second look as I passed the docks and Spot's all mighty box throne. I smirked as I thought of him sitting on top of boxes but still thinking he was the king.
I soon saw the bridge coming in to view and the sky didn't look promising. It had become dark for afternoon, and I noticed the clouds looked like rain would be coming. Just great I thought, I wasn't even close to home, this day was just getting better.
I continued on my way, picking up my pace to hopefully make it back before the rain started. As I crossed over the bridge into Manhattan's territory I felt the urge to look behind me. I turned my head and through the groups of people on and in front of the bridge I saw nothing. Sighing I turned and as I stepped forwards rain started to pour. For a moment I stopped, I gazed at the sky and held my hands up.
As if the rain wasn't bad enough I heard the sound of thunder around me. I weighted my options, I could go to the Bronx, or I could stop by Manhattan's lodging house till it was over…it was summer and the storms were usually short, usually.
Deciding I was too tired and drained to walk back I stopped by my old lodging house to get dry for awhile. I pushed the door of the lodging house open slowly, hoping it would be ok that I stopped by. I smirked when I head the noise level grow as the door opened. One thing would never change among any newsies, the loudness.
"Well look what the cat dragged in," I heard Jack say as I dragged my soaking wet body through the door.
"Ha-ha Jack, mind if I wait for the storm to pass I don't feel like gettin' any wetter"
Jack laughed, "I don't know if that's possible, but ya can stay as long as ya like."
I nodded my thanks went to see if I had any left over clothes in my old room. Luckily I left some from awhile ago and quickly changed into dry clothes. I rejoined the newsies as the moved upstairs.
Race met me as I entered the bunk room, "So what dragged ya over here for the day?" he question, a little too curious.
I shrugged, "had some business to attend to"
Race smiled, and pointed further into the bunkroom. "Does that happen to be your business?" he asked. I followed his finger and saw another wet figure grabbing some clothes from someone. I frowned instantly; Spot must have come in while I was changing downstairs. He turned with his clothes heading toward the washroom, heading straight towards Race and I.
The moment he looked up his jaw seemed to drop, if only slightly. Race caught this and patted my back moving away from the two of us. I wanted to wipe off Race's smirk but right now I couldn't seem to move.
I finally looked back at Spot standing in front of me; I moved to the side and motioned for him to pass. Spot took no time to push past me and head towards the washroom. I turned on heel and went down stairs to get away from him.
If I was going to wait the storm out it wasn't going to be with him. Sighing I turned into my old room and lay down on the bed; at least I was alone in here.
The thunder and rain became louder now that I was alone in my room. I just hoped it would pass sometime soon so I could get back to my boys. I debated walking back but I had just changed into new, warm clothes and somehow I didn't feel like getting cold and wet again.
As I listened to the thunder in the background I heard the door creak open. I sat up and starred at the incomer. I was surprised to see it was Spot, "What ya don't knock?" I asked narrowing my eyes.
He shut the door behind him and leaned against the wall across from me. I waited for him to make the first move, since he was the one that barged into my own room. After what seemed like minutes he finally spoke, "Phantom," he paused again.
This time though I heard anger in his voice, "Why do ya do this to me, normally I wouldn't have cared if someone put me down. Hell I would think they are crazy and move on to another one. But then ya come back into my life and tell me that, and now I'm out followin' ya!" the anger was not only growing in his voice but his eyes.
I was in shock for a minute, that wasn't exactly what I was expecting out of him. The shock passed and I found myself angry with him too, what gave him the right to yell at me for this.
"What the hell is up ya ass Spot? I went to tell ya I was sorry, alright that's it. I didn't ask ya to come after me, and why are ya angry with me?" I stood up and face him, crossing my arms like he did.
The staring contest we had didn't last long, Spot uncrossed his arm and seemed relax. I heard him sigh, "Phantom, I'm the one who is sorry." The look of shock was back on my face, "I didn't mean to push things with ya, but I promise I will never be like Club, ever newsies here has more sense then him"
I relaxed as well, I don't know why either one of us were fighting. I laughed slightly, "Why are we even fighting over this, it's neither of our faults. I'm sorry too but ya gotta understand Club will be in the back of my mind for awhile."
Spot nodded and stepped forward and wrapped me in a hug, I closed my eyes to savor the moment and to push the thoughts of Club out of my mind. I didn't want to think about him anymore but the closer I would get to people the more I thought of him…close to me. The harder I closed my eyes the more I felt a tear rolling down my check. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my emotions at bay.
Spot released me, and I saw his look of concern as I roughly wiped the tears away.
"Ya alright?" I meet his gaze and nodded slowly, "Ya its just I know he's dead but he still haunts me" I said lowering my head again.
"Phantom ya need some time to forget about him, so when ever ya ready we can redo that dinner" he smirked at me.
"Ya know its getting close to dinner time, and Tibby's sounds like a good place." He smiled but then frowned at the sound of thunder in the distance still.
"Maybe lunch tomorrow?" he asked. I laughed and sat back down on my bed.
"Ya goin' back to the Bronx tonight?" he asked sitting down next to me.
I shrugged, "I was waiting out the storm, but then again I'm kinda to tired to go back, and seein' as my bed is still here waitin'" I laughed, "Guess I'll go pay Kloppy"