We are Brooklyn
I do not own Newsies in any way.
"EVERYBODY UP NOW!" Spot yelled, "ANYONE NOT UP IN DA NEXT 2 MINUTES IS GETTIN' SOAKED!"
Boys jumped down from their bunks and scrambled to the washroom.
Brooklyn continued to lie in her bed.
Spot shook his head. He walked over to her bunk and aimed a marble at her forehead.
"Ise knows youse dere Spot", she said.
He rolled his eyes and said, "Get up Brooky".
"And if Ise refuse?" she asked.
"Youse ain' gettin' any", he said smirking.
Her eyes shot open and she shot up.
"Good goil", he said leaning down and pecking her on the lips.
She got out of bed.
Spot's arms went around her waist.
"Get off me Spot", she growled.
Spot backed up with his hands up. "Jist get ready", he said.
She rolled her eyes and went into the washroom. She got ready and went downstairs, where Spot was leaning up against the counter in the kitchen eating an apple. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. She lightly kissed his neck.
"Bettah?" Spot asked. He felt Brooklyn nod. "Come on Brooky", he said.
They walked hand-in-hand to the Distribution Center.
"Youse gonna sell with me taday?" Spot asked.
"Naw, thought about seein' Race taday", Brooklyn said.
"I'll see youse foa lunch at dat Italian restaurant youse like", Spot said.
"Okay", Brooklyn said.
Spot grabbed his 200 papes and Brooklyn grabbed her 100.
Brooklyn set off for Sheepshead.
"Heya Brooks", Racetrack said.
"Heya Race", she said.
They had sold half their papers when Brooklyn heard screaming.
"Leave me alone! Gimme back me papes!" the voice yelled.
She threw her papes down and charged in the direction of the screaming, Racetrack following. She found a group of older boys picking on a younger boy. "Leave 'im alone!" Brooklyn yelled.
"What'cho gonna do about it?" a boy asked.
She threw a punch, hitting the boy in the jaw.
The boy jumped on her and started throwing punches.
"Go Racetrack!" she yelled.
"But Brooklyn!" he yelled as Brooklyn was punched in the nose.
"If Spot finds out youse was in a fight on Brooklyn turf, youse gonna be in big trouble!" she yelled.
Racetrack grabbed his papes and took off.
She whistled and pebbles and marbles started hitting the boys.
The boys took off.
Marble and Slink ran up to her.
They helped her up.
"Get offa me!" Brooklyn yelled.
"Come on Brooks. Wese gotta get youse cleaned up", Marble said.
The younger boy just stood there.
"Come 'ere", she said.
The boy walked up to her.
"What's yer name?" she asked.
"Target", he said.
She smiled and said, "Marble, Slink, take 'im ta da lodgin' house. Get 'im a slingshot and teach 'im how ta use it".
"Yes ma'am", they said and took off.
Brooklyn went into the bathroom at the races and washed her face off. She had a bruise on her jaw and a black eye. Her nose was crooked. "Great", she muttered. She went to the pier and found Doc. "Tink youse could fix me up?" she asked. She held her breath while Doc repositioned her nose. "Tanks", she said. She finally made it to the Italian restaurant for lunch.
"What da hell happened ta youse?" Spot asked.
"Youse should see da oddah guy", she said.
Spot laughed and shook his head.
Later, Brooklyn and Spot lounged around on the crates on the dock.
She looked and saw Target annoying the older boys hitting them with marbles and pebbles. She smiled.
They were Brooklyn and that's just the way she liked it.