Scree/Hollis;; Well! Here it is, chapter six…. And the funny thing is, I'm incorporating Spot into what happened last week! So I kinda have everything laid out! I just need to incorporate an 1899 fictional New York character into my everyday life… It's quite interesting really! Some days I'm leaving out; today as an example. It's just me and Danny/Emi at my moms working, sitting at a computer… blar…
Disclaimer:: Well blar, what do you think? I don't know own Newsies, but I do own Delia… my house… my pets {{Yes all of the pets I named off in the last chapter really do belong to me}} and anything else that you don't recognize from Disney's Newsies.
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Spot Conlon 1882 to…2009? Chapter Six, Getting to Know the Ropes
Spot's POV
July 3rd, 2009
Spot's eyes slowly opened as he was slightly prodded on the chest. At first he thought he'd ignore it, but then remembered that he was at some strange house in the future… and decided to open his eyes.
The first thing he saw were the river blue eyes that had never left his dreams; Delia's eyes of course.
No… not dreams; they were nightmares. She was stabbing him continuously and he felt it. Every little pin prick in his upper chest.
But then he noticed a furry black lump on his chest.
Shadow. It must have been her there, last night that was making him feel like he was being stabbed, what with he long claws.
"Wut do youse want?" Spot slurred, looking around. She had tidied her room slightly, not that he really cared.
"Well today's today." Delia told him, a sly smile on her face.
"Will ya just spit out wuts ya got ta say?" He snarled rubbing his eyes to try and get the sleep out of them.
"Well, you fell asleep yesterday and now you're awake and it's a new day and since you're from the past, I might as well show you around a teach you what you've got to know." She told him, giving his shoulders a shake.
Spot's fist collided with her face, although it wasn't nearly as light as what Ian had done the passed morning.
"OW!" Delia yelped, falling back onto her knees, "What was that for!?"
Delia was pretty used to getting beat up. She didn't exactly have a good reputation, and was very good in hand to hand combat.
"Nevah touch me again, ya heah?" Spot muttered sitting up and throwing the afghans, and cat, off of him.
"Fine… God. Morning to you too." Delia muttered, standing up.
"Wut time is it?" Conlon asked, standing up and stretching his back, his arms up in the air.
"Uhm… about 9:30." Delia told him, "Danielle's leaving for Yosemite in about an hour."
Spot shook his head. He wouldn't care even if she told him what this "Yosemite" was anyway.
"So, ya gonna show me da ropes, eh? Well foist, show me how ya lights up a room. I doubt ya use candle's, right?" Spot asked, looking silently from her to her room.
"Nope, I'll show you. Just stand right there." She went to the wall by the door and flicked a switch, turning the light on just above her desk.
Spot turned around and looked at the light, his eyes widened. Only the rich people could afford that.
He turned back to Delia when he finally noticed what she was wearing; a long sleeved pink top and really short black shorts.
He would have commented that she looked kind of like a… well, you know, but then remembered that he wasn't back in New York and times had changed. It might not be bright to call a lady that nowadays.
Delia saw him eyeing her pj's and she immediately blushed.
"Uh, I'll go get changed if you want me to…" She mumbled, blinking.
"Na, dat's ok…" Spot mumbled before he noticed the temperature of the room.
"Ain't ya boiling in dat top? I mean… it has ta be at least 90 degrees in heah!" Spot said, looking down at his sweaty shirt.
"Oh, yeah… sorry. I don't like the air on in here, I like the warmth… Uhm…Yeah, people call it my cave." She chuckled, walking out of the door, motioning for Spot to follow.
And he did, Shadow at his heels.
"Uh, befoah ya shoh me about, can ya shoh me de batroom?" Spot asked, his eyebrow slightly raised.
Delia pointed into the bath room while Spot hurriedly walked into the room, closing the door on Shadow's face.
Delia shook her head to Shadow before Delia walked into her moms bedroom to wake Danielle who was sprawled across most of the bed.
By the time Danielle was awake, Spot was out of the bathroom and down on one knee, petting Shadow.
Delia gave him a slight smile before walking down the rest of the hall and into the laundry/dining/kitchen room.
The washing machine and dryer were pushed up against a wall and near the door that let out into the back yard.
Then, in the center of the big room, was a table with four chairs around it, and then a kitchen a little further away. There were double doors at the farthest wall that led to what Spot guessed was the last room in the house.
Spot walked passed Delia who was in the lead and walked passed the table to a white wired cage in the corner, curious to what Delia was keeping in a cage.
Spot nearly jumped backwards when a black rat face popped up from the bedding on the bottom of the cage.
"Ya have rats in a cage!?" He asked, staring at the rat curiously as a second fatter one came into view, "Wut, are dey foah yoah cats or sumtin?"
Delia chuckled as she opened the cage and grabbed the smaller hooded rat.
"No! They're our pets!" She said, holding the rat, Lazuli, out to Spot who backed away.
"Oh, come on! They don't bite… hard. And their claws only hurt a little bit." Delia told him.
Spot shook his head.
"No, I cut duh line at those evil littah tings." Spot told her.
"Rowr'lal." A meow interrupted them from the large window ledge.
A fluffy brown tabby with pale green eyes stared up at Spot.
"Oh, hey Precious." Delia said with a smile, putting Lazuli in with Jasmine and shutting the door.
Spot only blinked silently.
Next Delia turned around and went to the doors that shut out the last room from the rest of the house.
"Wait, why is deh doah closd?" Spot asked before she opened them.
"Well.. you see, our oldest cat, an eighteen year old named Odo, gets chased by the other cats and they eat her food, so we make sure they don't bother her. She is a senior citizen." Delia joked, opening one of the wooden doors.
Delia slipped through with Spot right behind her; Danielle was too busy packing to take the tour with them.
The front door could be seen from where they stood, and the green living room carpet as well, but a coat closet was the only thing separating the carpet from the cork tile of the entrance way.
"Well, this is about it." Delia told him, flopping down onto the three seating couch, her feet up on the flower designs.
"I's a nice playce ya gots here. Wut's dat?" Spot asked, pointing to the TV, sitting on the identical love seat couch up against the coat closet.
"That's the TV, or television. We can watch all kinds of things on it." Delia tried to explain. How do you explain something you just grow up with and have forever?
Spot nodded his head before something black and smooth caught his attention in the far corner, in front of the three large wall windows that showed the back yard patio.
"And what's that?" He asked, nodding his head towards it.
"Oh... that's my piano... I've played it since I was six..." Delia muttered helplessly. She desperately hated the piano and having to play it for the passed eight years.
"Play somtin foah me?" Spot asked with a smirk, folding his arms across his chest.
"How about not?" Delia muttered with a roll of the eyes; performances were another thing she hated.
"Jus one quik song?" Spot asked, pretending to pout. He wanted to hear something beautiful played by the piano.
"No!" Delia snapped, glaring at him before she stood up and left the room.
Spot rolled his own eyes before standing up to follow her.
But he stopped when he heard a quiet, "Meow?"
He glanced over at the entertainment center, and there, sitting were there had been empty air before, and a old gold, brown and black tabby.
"So, youse must be Odo." Spot said, quietly, walking softly and slowly over to the cat. He had a feeling she'd be skittish, and she was, staring up at him with giant pale green eyes. But he noticed there was a slight redish vein like thing in the bottom of her right eye; must be because of her age.
Falling lightly to his knees, Spot reached out a gentle hand and touched the old cats head.
At first Odo pulled back, but noticing he ment no harm, started purring and pushing up against his hand with her face.
Spot smiled, scratching her face with his finger tips.
"Wow..."
Spot whipped his head around to see Delia leaning against the coat closet, her arms crossed.
"Why 'wow'?" Spot asked, looking away from her to continue petting Odo.
"Well.. because it's taken me my whole life for Odo to accept me and it took Danielle a good twenty nights over here before she accepted her... And her you come, petting her on your first meeting. That's just really strange for Odo..." Delia murmured, thinking back to a story her dad told her; his parents didn't even believe they had a cat named Odo for years because whenever they came over, the old cat would disapear behind the entertainment center.
"Tha is strange, ain't it?" Spot said, looking back to Delia who was walking slowly over to Odo.
The golden black cat looked up when Delia reached her hand out to pet her and took a couple of steps back, out of Delia's reach.
Delia pursed her lips, feeling rejected.
Spot looked at Delia's face before grabbed her hand with his and pulling her to Odo, who cautiously sniffed their hands and started to purr, rubbing against both of the hands.
Delia gave a slight smile, looking over to Spot.
"Thanks..."
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The Friday carried on with out any events important to the readers at the moment... until night fall.
Spot climbed into the bed that he and Delia would have to share since Spot didn't want Delia to sleep on a couch or the floor, although she could have very well slept in the bed her mom slept in.
{{In case any of you were wondering, yes I have a dad but he and my mom don't share a room, due to the fact that both he and my mother snore like mad, so he sleeps in the room I constantly refer to as the "computer room". Lucky me, my room's between both of them so I get snoring suround sound!}}
Spot rolled over to the farthest part of the bed he could get to without smashing his face against the wall while Delia slept half on the bed, half on the floor, let alone her face plastered to the desk that blocked her head.
Danielle had left that morning, leaving Spot with a "good luck" and Delia with "if you don't ask him on a date I will".
Spot had over heard this.
"What did youse say?" He snarled harshly, glaring at Danielle.
Danielle, being slightly hard headed, had snarled back, "Bite me, Conlon." before she left.
And that had left Delia with a highly pissed off Spot. She'd have to remember to sock Danielle next time she saw her.
Around Midnight
Spot rolled over slightly his sleep and noticed that Delia wasn't where she usually was.
Spot opened his eyes slightly, seeing a faint light at her desk. She was writing in some sort of blank book... in the middle of the night?
Spot stayed away, although pretended to sleep until Delia crawled into bed and lay down, turning te light off and drifting into sleep.
Once Spot was sure she'd fallen asleep, he slowly crawled over her and turned on a tiny bit of light, opening the book.
That was when he noticed there were dates at the top, written in slightly messy hand writing; it must be her diary.
Spot thought about not reading it, but the curiosity was eating him alive and he just had to see what she'd written in the middle of the night.
Spot turned to the last entry, quickly skimming over the pages with slightly widened eyes.
July 3rd, 2009; 12:09
Dear Diary,
This is only the second day that Spot has been here, you know, the guy who said he's from the past? Well alot of strange things happened today... Odo actually came up to him purring, and this is the first time she's met him! And then when I went to pet her, she back away from me? Can you say rejection? Well... I have to share a bed with him, but he always sleeps pushed up against the wall like I'd bite him. Well, even though I DO bite, I mean... well... You know, I'm just being sarcastic as usual, because I do bite, but not that hard. Talking about biting, Danielle told Spot to "bite her" and left me with a very pissed off guy from New York, 1899... Strange saying that... Note to self: Bite Danielle. Hard. Well... I guess I have something to confess. Ever since I met Spot I guess I've kind of liked him, but... I don't know. Should I tell him? I mean he's from the passed, what chance do we really have if he does? Not that he does... I wonder what he's dreaming about right now. He just rolled over, which is strange for him since he's usually clinging to the wall. Do I stink or something? Well there I go again, blabbering on and on as I go... I better get to sleep; tomorrow's the block party and Abuela's coming over so we can celebrate her Birthday... Night!
Delia
P.S. Technically, it's July 4th, not the 3rd, since it IS midnight. Happy Fourth of July!
Spot was about to set the Diary back down when he heard a snarl.
"Are you reading my Diary!?" She hissed, grabbing the tiny book from his hands, looking at the date he'd read. Her face suddenly became feirce.
"I can't believe you! Don't you ever want some privacy!?" She said through clenched teeth, ripping the papers in the book to shreds.
"No, Dilya, I cane expl-"
"Just don't talk to me..." She muttered with a sharp glare at him before chucking the ripped papers and the rest of the diary into the trash.
Delia plopped into the bed and pulled the afghan over her head before Spot could say anymore.
"Good going, Conlon..." Spot heard from the top bunk, the younger boy looking down at him with a pissed face.
"I's not my fault!" Spot started before Ian shook his head.
"Don't apologize to me; it's her feelings you hurt." He muttered with a glance down at his sister, before he too disapeared under his covers.
Spot carefully manuvered over Delia and settled down next to her, staring at the afghan he was under.
He carefully reached for the green sheet, but once he touched it, it jerked away, moving closer to the edge of the bed.
"Dilya?" Spot whispered softly, "I'se sorry 'bout readin' dat... it wasn't mah place... can ya fogive me?"
"Why should I?" He heard Delia mumble through the covers.
"Becus, dat was yoah personal thoughts and feelin's, and no one else shuld read dem... I'se'll foget everting, I promise..." Spot told her, lightly taking the afghan from her face to see her eyes puffy from crying.
"Promise?" She choked out rubbing her face.
Spot nodded slightly, gave her a deep look of apology and then smirked.
"Is I relly dat dreamy?"
Delia rolled her eyes and smacked him with one of her pillows.
"Good night, Spot." Delia said, rolling onto her side, her back to Spot.
"G'night Dilya..." Spot muttered back before his back was to hers and they both drifted off into a soundless sleep.
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DID YOU LIKE!?!!??! =D Spot's actually human and not always the cold heartless man you make him out to be, so yay! Lol, it was Danny's idea to put in the "bite me" part! Thank you Adopted Sister! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! Thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed so far! I've got a very emotional thing going on right now, so I'll be adding it ASAP!!! THANKS!!!