Hey, hey, my fellow Newsie lovers!! I know, I've been really slow on all this jazz, but what with the dreaded school and all that stuff... Anyway... my story's drawing to an end!! Only few Chapter left!! Let me see... The 7th, now?? That would mean... Tuesday... Oh dang, I was going pretty quickly. I think I might make this chapter short... After this one, which is just going through Tuesday and Wednesday, boringly, and then Thurday, Spot's view, and my Delia's view... That should be pretty good! Then Friday... Friday again... Spot chapter... OK!! That makes six more chapters?? Roughly... Anyway, enjoy!!

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Spot Conlon 1882 to... 2009? Chapter Ten, The Silence

July 7th, 2009

Tuesday and Wednesday was very uncomfortable between Spot, Ian and Delia. Delia remained silent and cold, her eyes blood shot and her face a mask of hatred. Ian... well, Ian couldn't help be be the ass he was and give Spot the "I told you so look" when ever he got the chance. Strangely enough, he wasn't mad at Sopt for breaking his sisters heart. What was his problem, anyway?? This always left Spot baffled. Did Ian know something Spot and Delia didn't know??

Spot on the other had wouldn't speak. At all. If he tried, a little groan escaped his throat before he closed his mouth and just gave whoever he was talking to a blank stare, trying to tell them whatever they wanted through his silver blue eyes. Ian had suggested he used a pencil and pad of paper, but Spot wasn't literate. 1899, remember?

Tuesday was different. Spot, Ian and Delia had to go with Mrs. Teichman to her work, Delia having Spanish Lessons after all (As if she had even tried studying the cursed language!).

Mrs. Teichman worked with a printing press, and she had a room to herself with three different computer, each computer having two monitors. She allowed Ian and Spot to go on the computer for awhile if they promised to help around for an hour or so.

Ian had shown Spot how to use a computer and showed him a around a few of his and Delia's favorite websites: Blue and Leaf, a Warrior Cat site, Forbidden Desire, a Lion King website, Myspace, a place they could go to keep in touch with their friends, Fanfiction, a place they could write some stories for their favorite movies, books, ect, and other various websites.

Delia had sat in the corner the entire time, reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, leaving the boys to tinker around on the computer.

Around one they left for Delia's Spanish Class. They arrived at her teachers house, Delia disappearing into the kitchen to work with a tall, ran curly haired woman she called 'Teacher Kathy', leaving Spot, Ian and Mrs. Teichman in the living room with Teacher Kathy's 8 year old daughter, Elaina, who was watching The Brady Bunch. Very old fashioned family.

Her session lasted only half an hour, and Delia left the kitchen with the same expression she came with; blank.

Tuesday passed, as did that night, and Wednesday was just as dead. They watched TV, Delia was on the phone with Danielle for about half the day, Ian left to hang out with a few of his friends, leaving Spot to worry about being murdered by Delia without any witnesses.

"I'm not going to be here tomorrow." Delia's monotone voice mumbled from behind Spot. Spot's blank face turned to the doorway of the living room, dressed in sweats. Outside it was 98 degrees outside, and inside was only a few degrees below, even with every fan in the house whirling away. Did she have a fever?? Was she getting herself sick??

"Why?" Spot asked, just as monotone as Delia.

"I'm going on a beach trip with Danielle and my Youth Group. And then Friday there's a masquerade..." Delia mumbled, walking into the living room and flopping down onto the love seat across from Spot.

"Oh... A ball? Wut's dat?" Spot asked carefully. He'd heard about all the riches going to "balls" or "masquerades", but him being the poor street rat he was, never got an explanation.

"Just a dance. You dress up and wear masks and dance with whoever you find, but you don't find out who they are until the end of the dance." Delia explained her eyes remaining on the green carpet.

"Oh? Wut dus dis have ta do wit me?" Spot asked curiously.

"Ian won't take Danielle and I, and it's in walking distance, and mom won't let us go by ourselves. Bad town ya know?" Delia mumbled, taking her eyes to his.

"Yeah, I do knows..." Spot mumbled, looking her carefully in the eye, "But how does dat woik foah us? I mean if we walk dere, den I know what you looks like."

"We change there." Delia said, "Will you take us? You don't have to stay, I mean..."

"Na, dat'll be interestin'. If I'm goin' ta be livin' in dis century, I might as well try out sum tings..." Spot sighed, his heart aching for Brooklyn.

"Oh... thanks Spot.." Delia said, a flash of a smile on her face before she disappeared out the door.

Spot watched her go. Was this his... Oh what was the word? Forgiveness? Something along the lines of that... Dancing with some girls? Sure, that'd get him back into the spirit. After all, he hadn't had a one night stand in... well... it seemed like forever. Could there possibly be girls like the girls in New York here in Fresno? He hoped there was. A one night stand could get his mind off that thing.

Another idea popped into his head. This one didn't involve girls, though. He was going to go give that Cameron ass a piece of his mind. Jordan too, if he could find him. That's what he'd do while Delia was away. Hopefully she wouldn't hate him too much.

Short Chapter indeed, my friends! Just to get some things clear, ya know?? Anyway... yeah, I did go to the beach and I want to put some of that in there. Believe, it SHAN'T be dull!!! Reviews make you go to heaven! No... how could I stoop so low? Don't Review and you go to Hell! GAH!!! Sorry, I'll shut up ._. Review and I'll give you a big internet tackle/hug, mkay??

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