Spot Conlon 1882 to…2009? Chapter Four, I Must be Crazy

Delia's POV

Thursday July 2nd, 2009

The day started out like it always did; her mom yelling at her to get up off the bed and get ready to go to her grandma's.

"No…." The blond said, her eyes opening slightly before they snapped shut. Sometimes she liked to think she was a vampire; she hated the light, which was probably why she always stayed up until midnight, watching TV and doing her favorite thing: Eating.

But, of course, she had a slight problem with eating. No, she wasn't bulimic, she just forgot to eat. Not on purpose, of course. Of course not! When she told her friends on Myspace her mom said she might not be able to stay home by herself any more because she kept forgetting to feed herself, they thought she'd gone mental, as well as her parents. It was unusual for Delia Teichman to forget to eat. At school, she'd be able to eat a second plate of the lousy cafeteria food, and still be hungry enough to eat a third. That wasn't even the weird thing.

Over the years, growing up, she'd gained weight, but stayed normal for her age, and now at age 14, she fluctuated between 120.0 and 125.0 pounds; 120.0 when she forgot to eat and 125.0 when she could stand not to eat, and pigged out. But she wasn't huge and was fairly slim for her apatite.

But as I'd said before, the morning started with a plump little woman walking in to Delia's odd bedroom.

You wouldn't call Delia's mother fat, but she wasn't fashion model slim either; to Delia, she was just right.

But of course she was already dressed and had her light brown medium short hair pulled back in a pony tail, and a fierce look in her pale green eyes, determined to get her daughter out of bed.

At least she had something that might just work.

"Delia, Ian, come on, get up! We have to go pick up Danielle!"

That caught the young girls' attention, but she still didn't move, so her mother ripped the afghan off of her and made sure the other one was out of reach.

Delia… she was strange alright. She had a black metal bunk bed, but slept on the bottom, due to the squeaking the bunk bed did when she shifted in her sleep. But how she did sleep was strange and always surprised her mother; she slept on top of the covers, but under two thick afghans… in the middle of summer.

Her outfit wasn't any better, though.

Her top was a winter pajama top; a song sleeved pink shirt with dogs doing different things, black Betty Boop shorts, I mean REALLY short, and two different types of socks: On her left foot was a white sock, striped with pink and dark pink and on her right was a dark pink sock with orange checkers.

"Fine.. fine, I'm up ok?" She mumbled, sitting up.

Her hair was actually really amazing; she was born with a full head of black hair, but over the first few months of her life, it had changed from black to brown and then stayed blond for a while. But just a couple of years ago, her hair started getting brown streaks; natural streaks that everyone envied. She had bangs, well, what she considered bangs.

Her hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail, not that you could really even call it a pony tail now; the hair was falling away from the band and framing her face already.

"That's not up!" Her mother muttered.

Delia gave her a "oh-fine-well-hold-your-horses-and-I-might-really-get-up" glare before she stretched and hit her head on the metal bunk above her, making who ever was up there snarl.

"You too, Ian." Mrs. Teichman told her son before walking out of the room.

Delia's feet hit the ground before she turned around, stood on the bottom bed, and looked at her half asleep brother.

"Come on, Ian." She said in a baby voice, tickling her twin's nose, "Wake-y wake-y!"

Delia was about to pull the covers off of him when a fist shot out from under the sheets and got her squarely in the snout.

"Ah!" Delia snarled, falling back onto the floor, "You're just as bad as Lane!'

She heard a chuckle from the covers before her brother sat up and muttered, "But I get to stay home all day! Why should I get up?"

"Because you have chores to do." Their mother said, passing the door.

Ian looked just like Delia. Which was probably obvious because they were twins.

He had the same streaked hair that was a mixture of blond, brown and dark brown. His hair wasn't nearly as long as hers, though.

He was the normal of the two, though, and thought his sister was mental. Who could blame him?

Delia shook her head at her brother and went to the closet they shared. Sure, she was a teenager and most would think that having them share a room was a little strange, but no matter how much they bickered, they were best friends and inseparable.

Delia grabbed simple, but some of her favorite clothes to wear; a new brown tank top, black clam-diggers and a white dress-up shirt that she wore when ever.

She quickly went to the bath room, changed, brushed her hair and teeth, came back, threw her pj's on the bed to use tonight and looked around.

It was going to be a long day at Abuela's, her dads' mother, even with Danielle there. Seeing as you have no idea who Abuela is, I might as well tell you…

She was a sugar freak. Nope, not diabetic, but she hated sugar and everything at her house tasted bland.

One time when Danielle had come over with her to Abuelas', they'd scooped sugar-free ice cream into a bowl and got out the sugar-free chocolate syrup. Using Danielle as the guinea pig, the strawberry blond had put a tiny dab on the ice cream and tried it, telling Delia it was great. Delia, being the food monster she was, took the bottle of syrup and poured as much as she could on… only to have Danielle her of the bad after taste a few second later.

But not only that, she was dead with technology. She had a TV that didn't work, but played movies, so Delia grabbed her iPod, a couple of movies for them to watch, and packed her lap top into its' bag to carry along to work on all her stories she began to write and then slowly gave up on.

Having had everything she thought she needed, she grabbed her shades, black framed and the retro type that hade a couple of lines going over the plastic frames. Her mother thought she looked stupid with them on, but she loved them and they made her look interesting.

She slipped her flip flops on and then remembered why Danielle was coming over. Today was the second of July; a Thursday. That meant Youth Group with Jenny.

Jenny had been a girl that used to go to Delia and Danielle's school, but left shortly after befriending the girls. She'd invited them to her Youth Group, and the girls had gone ever since.

Since it was summer, they had swimming meetings; first they'd swim and then they'd work on whatever lesson they had for the summer.

Quickly grabbing a swimsuit, towel, and a change of clothes, Delia stuffed them into a bag and put it with her other things that she was taking.

By then Ian was up, although still in his boxers and t-shirt, and shuffling to the bath room.

"See ya, Ian!" Delia called, lugging her many things out to her moms pearl white Rav-4.

After putting them in the back, she hoped into the front seat with her mom at her side.

They pulled out, and started towards Danielle's place in Pinedale.

To pass the time, Delia listening to her iPod; Paramore, All American Rejects, Linkin Park….

And before long, the Rav-4 pulled up in front of Danielle's tiny house; it was a two bedroom, one bath and had the smallest kitchen/dining room/living room on the face of the planet. Not only that, three people, seven cats, a half blind dog and a rooster had to live there.

"Hi Cindy!" Delia called out, seeing Danielle's mother in the back yard. Cindy had short hair that was down to her shoulders, but was fairly tall. Her hair was died a copper-ish red and she was wearing working clothes.

"Deliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Her name rang out as Danielle ran out of the door. Delia and Danielle hadn't seen each other in over a month, and being as close as they were, were glad to see each other.

Delia and Danielle were around the same height, but looked completely different; Danielle had light strawberry blonde hair that was originally curly, but was straightened every morning. Today she wore some new clothes; blue skinny jeans with two zipper pockets, a blue shirt with the four words, Live Laugh Love Rock, and flip flops.

They embraced before she grabbed her stuff, chucked it in the back and got in the car.

"Oh crap!" Mrs. Teichman exclaimed, "I forgot my coffee at home."

Delia whacked her head.

"You can get coffee at work mom." She told her mom with a roll of the eyes.

"No, come on. It won't take that long." Mrs. Teichman said turning the car towards home.

"Come on Delia, it's fine. Besides; I haven't seen Ian in forever." Danielle told her.

"Fine, fine…" Delia muttered before she and Danielle got into a deep conversation on Danielle's new clothes and a sale on skinny jeans at Hot Topic.

Reaching the house, Mrs. Teichman parked in the drive way and walked into the house. After a few moments later, both she and Ian walked out. And thankfully, Ian was dressed.

Ian got in the front seat and looked back at Danielle.

"Hey." He said with a quick smile before he turned back facing forward.

Delia blinked as her mother back out.

"Mom… why is Ian here?" Delia asked quietly, staring at the back of her brother's head.

"Because I just remembered he had a doctor's appointment this morning at 10:00 and I'm taking him to work with me." Mrs. Teichman told her daughter, backing out and starting towards her Abuela's house.

Delia let out a sigh of relief; at least she didn't have to deal with him all day.

Danielle and Ian were in a deep conversation, so Delia turned her head and looked out at a canal they were passing. Delia passed this same canal nearly every morning to get to school. Nothing had really changed, except for…

"Mom stop!" Delia called, her eyes widening.

A boy. A boy was laying on the side of the canal, his feet still in the water.

Mrs. Teichman pulled to the curb quickly.

"Why? What is it?" She asked quickly, watching as Delia unbuckled her seat belt.

"There's a boy by the canal!" She told her mother, grabbed Danielle and pulling her out of the car.

Both girls with Mrs. Teichman and Ian behind them raced to the limp body, pulling him away from the water and bending over him quickly.

"Is he alive?" Ian asked, reaching the boy, his blue eyes wide.

The boy was wearing a blue shirt with brown pants and red suspenders, which was weird… but he was clutching his stomach with his left hand while his right hand lay limply at his side.

"Girls, I really have to get to work and then Ian has to get to the doctors; do you think you could take the boy home and take care of him? You're not too far away from the house." Mrs. Teichman said, glancing around.

"'Course mom." Delia said quietly, staring at his face, "Danielle and I can get him home."

Danielle and Ian gave her a questioning looked before Mrs. Teichman and Ian left in the car.

"Well we can't carry him, he's too big for that… Maybe we should try and wake him?" Danielle suggested, looking at her friend.

Delia nodded silently before reaching a lightly tanned hand out to his pale face and lightly brushing his golden brown hair from his forehead.

At her touch, the boys eyes snapped open, and before Delia could react, her hand was held firmly in the boys grasp.

Delia let out a slight gasp as his hand tightened around her wrist as he looked around. He looked at her face, Danielle's face, their clothes, his surroundings, and the canal. He looked fearful for a moment before his face became rock solid on a glare up at Delia as his hand once again tightened, making her flinch.

"Where am I, and why have you brought me here?" He asked coldly, his blue eyes turning icy gray.

"You're… in Fresno, California, and I didn't bring you here, we found you by the water." Delia answered, feeling his cold, wet hand squeeze.

His eyes widened momentarily before he asked another question that baffled the girls.
"What year is it? I mean… I haven't been out that long… it was the beginning of July, 1899… It's still July right?" He asked coldly, staring up Delia.

Both Delia and Danielle gasped before they looked to each other.

"1899?" Delia asked softly, "Dude… this is July 2nd, 2009…."

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Well!?!?! You like it? Interesting huh? ^^ I wonder how Spot's going to react to this little time change.

And for your info, I actually described myself. And I got off subject and onto my eating habits, silly me! Almost everything I put about me is true 'cept for my name, town and… I don't have a twin brother… He died before we were born… But yeah! REVIEW PLEASE!!!

Yeah yeah, I don't own Newsies…. Wish I did though; I'd make Spot show up LOTS more!

P.S. My friend, is also writing a story that might be a continuance from this one, so once I'm finished here, look for hers! Love ya guys, and I want Reviews! I only got one that made me kinda happy!