You told me that this way I'd be happy.
You told me that now I'd be fine
You told me that it was taking me down
You told me that it was for the best
You said that now We'd be free
You said that it would all be okay
You said that there would be no more fear
You said that it wouldn't matter in a little while
You told me that now it would be better
You told me that now I'd never be afraid
You told me that now I'd have some one to talk to
You told me that now I'd never be ashamed
You said that I'd have every thing I wanted
You said that I'd have every thing I need
You said that I'd be fine
You said that someday I'd get over you
You told me that it would be soon
You told me that no more worries
You told me that I wouldn't care
You told me that I wouldn't mind
But I all I wanted
All I needed
All I cared for
All I need to talk to
Was you…
Dutchy bit his lip watching the rain hit the window and listening to the plop and splatter as a hole in the roof leaked into a tin pot that Kloppman had placed there to gather the water. Several of the younger boys had at one point avidly been playing in the water, splashing it across and giggling, forgetting that they couldn't go out because of the down pour.
No one could sell papers, there was no way, not only was no one out to buy but not one paper could stand the downpour that was coming down to wash New York City clean. The smaller children had begged and pleaded to go and play, but Jack and the others had forced them to stay inside. They had pouted and splashed for a bit, but now were downstairs watching their Idols play Poker.
Dutchy mourned the loss of the money he could have earned, he mourned the loss of the time outside. And me mourned the loss of the ability to escape Specs.
Because every time he looked out the window he saw rain and thought "Specs loved da rain"
Author's Note: This is an intro to a long story. Its Dutchy Specs and Slash, quite possibly R rated.
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