And at last, we reached Tibby's without another bathroom problem, seeing as my own died when Ember stopped doing the potty dance.
As we opened the door, we were greeted by what sounded like a hundred voices. But in reality, it was only about thirty or so. I took notice of the boy Jack, Race, Mush and Kid were sitting with. This must be David. Its gotta be, I mean, Mush has described him as the walking mouth. And he definitely looked like a mouth. He had dark curly hair, and was wearing a presentable blue striped shirt. I wonder if his eyes are blue. Nope, I'm gonna take a guess that there green.
"Ohh Jaaaccckkkk!" I sang out. The kid turned around, and I was...n't right about his eyes. Dammit, I was hoping they were green. I had a bet going with myself over that. Myself won too, his eyes were blue.
I sat down on Racetrack's lap, "Can I have a cookie?"
Jack shook his head twice as hard as normal. "No Sugar!"
I shrugged, "Oh well." I stole a fry off of Races plate and gave it to Jack.
He looked at me confused. "What's this for?"
I stared at him blankly. Did he not know what the French fry stood for? Lover let him know.
"Its a peace offering. Jeese you didn't know that. How secluded from the world are you. Oh wait...Not really huh, considering you work for the World Newspaper."
Jack looked bewildered. "Your giving me a French fry for a peace offering"
I nodded. And to tell you the truth, I had no clue why I was even doing this. I mean, I could've eaten that fry instead, we're not even in war with each other. As I realized this, I stole the fry back and shoved it into my mouth. "Never mind, you don't need any of my fries."
"That's my fry though," Race said exasperated that I ate his food. I took another fry off his plate, and ran off to the younger Newsie table before he could catch me. I sat next to a kid I didn't know, and stole another fry off of Boots plate.
"Hey, Ma, give that back!"
I opened my mouth, letting him see the chewed up french fry. "Here you go."
"No keep it!" I grinned.
I looked over to the boy I was sitting next to. He had a blondish type hair, looked almost like Cowboy's actually. I'd say that he was the cutest thing next to Ember of course. And I'm guessing he was about ten or eleven years old. Myself is betting he's seven.
"Soooo... What's your name?" I asked him.
He looked over at me, and looked like he was amazed I was even talking to him. "Les Jacobs."
"Hmmm... You don't look like a Les, you look like a...a... Damn you do look like a Les." I am officially giving up on giving other Newsies different names. But Spot will and always will be, Jorge though, I am not giving up on not calling him that, that's for sure.
"How old are you Les?" I needed to know this right now, I definitely need to know who won the bet.
"Ten."
"Yes I won the bet with Myself!" The little kids were lookin at me funny. "I said that out loud didn't I?"
They nodded their heads. "I gotta stop doin that. That's what's always gettin me in trouble."
Snipeshooter just had to give a statement, "Yeah, but it was hilarious, I heard, ta watch Spot yell at youse. Race said Youse and Lover looked like babies, cryin an tryin ta get away from him."
I scowled, got up from my seat, stole another French fry, and went back to where Jack, Monkey, Race, Kid, Mush and David sat Lover disappeared I see. Probably left so he didn't have to have the humiliation. I sat down on Race's lap again, and stole another french fry, off of Mush's plate this time.
"Why'd youse always gotta sit on my lap?"
"Cause it's comfortable enough, I mean, have you even tried sittin on Monkey's lap. Its like sittin on a pile of jagged rocks."
"Hey!"
Race and I both ignored the interruption. "No, but dat doesn't mean Ise want ta either. And besides, youse only sittin here because yoah able ta steal my fries widout me hoiting youse"
(Ok, making them talk like Newsies is hard enough, I'm making them talk regular now. Use your imagination for them to talk like they normally would. Alrighty? Good!)
I thought for a moment then tapped his hat, "Good point."
"MOM, WAKE UP ALREADY!"
That is the worst way to wake a woman up, didn't they know that. Jesus, I think my ears gonna fall off. Nope, they just might start bleeding though. I just buried my head more down into the thin blanket.
"Hurry, GET UP!"
I curled my body into a ball, then said, "No, I'm tired, leave me alone." Which actually sounded like, "Ne, I'mff triied, meave ma awone."
Intelligent huh? I know...I should start my own talk show, talking like that too. Probably wouldn't work out though, Lover would start to talk like he was crazy. Yeah forget the Talk show idea.
"Spots coming so hurry the hell up Ma!"
Like I actually care that Spots coming. "And your selling with him!"
"WHAT!" I immediately jumped off the top bunk...Ok, I shall tell you the truth...I didn't jump off the bed, I fell...yes more embarrassing was that I was only in a long T-Shirt. Like I cared at that moment though.
"What in the hell do you mean I'm sellin with SPOT!" I was yelling at Jack, wonderful. I think he knows my weak spots by now. One would be Ember, Two would be Les, Three would be Mountain Dew (Even though he has no clue what that is), and Four would have to be Monkey...Nope, make that French Fries.
He smirked at me, "Exactly that, your selling with Spot." What is it with Leaders and Smirking. I'm about ready to Smack that Smirk right off his face. Oh and I would so do it too. Just ask Anybody I know, they'll tell you that I did that to my Ex-boyfriend Jared. Yeah, I talk about killing Jared alot as you can tell, But hurting him relieves my anger so much.
His smirk got even smirkier. Can he do that? I don't know, but he did it anyways. "You might want to get dressed also, cause Spot just might do something he's not supposed to."
I looked down and growled. Why hadn't I noticed that I was only in a T-shirt. All the boys were walking by, glancing at me every once in a while. "Jesus, have you never seen a girl in a Shirt! ARGH!!"
I grabbed some clothes, We also got Spares from Race, Jack, and Mush, considering we're all the same sizes, and walked into the washroom to change. And once again, the guys kept glancing my way. "That's it, one more glance and I'm about ready to castrate who ever looks at me like that!"
Oh yeah, its totally my birthday. They all stopped looking at me, And I did a victory dance...right there in a shirt, in the middle of the washroom. That wasn't such a great idea. The guys once again, jeese once, once, once, what's with all the once's, looked over at me, and full out started staring.
I stopped dancing to watch them watch me. "Castration Mission has begun. You might wanna run!"
Ah yes, the Castration Mission. I've been meaning to get that down for a while. And it just kinda popped up in here. Raises hand I gotta Question? Is Smirkier really a word. If not, the I claim the word. Smirkier is my new everyday word. It is mine! You can have it too though. We shall both have claim on that word. Considering I've never seen it in any other story.
Anyways, theres going to be a huge twist coming up. Big foreshadowing right here in the Authors Note. Who you think made the wish on a Shooting Star, is not the person you actaully think it is. So, just give that a thought. And tell me who you think made the wish. I just might tell you in the next chapter whats goin on also.
So, Review and tell me what you think!