Disclaimer: I do not own newsies or any characters from the movie, I do however own Lex, and other non-original characters
spots past present and future
: by slayer
It was raining outside. And everybody was trying to hurry and get indoors, to their houses. No one noticed the small boy still sitting there on the side of the street. Finally he stood and sighed; it was for him to go home. Slowly he began climbing up the fire escape to his apartment. As soon as he crawled into the apartment he was grabbed by the collar of his too small shirt. "What do you think you're doing coming home this late and wet too?" his father yelled. His mother whispered "leave Patrick alone please" and then quick as a flash he turned around and hit her. Patrick winced as his mother fell to the floor. Then cowered as his father turned on him then. After a while Patrick stood when his father had left and while his mother was still sleeping . H e looked around at the apartment and his mother and realized that this was his chance at freedom from his father. He grabbed his slingshot and shoved it in his pocket hurriedly, and climbed out the window same as he had came in that earlier. Patrick began walking towards the Brooklyn Bridge trying to hurry before the newsies got up and caught him. Then he was across it. He found an abandoned alleyway and fell asleep in it. Quite a while late he was shooken awake by a boy wearing a red bandana, and cowboy hat. "Hey what do you think you're doing sleeping here?" Said the boy. There were several other boys standing behind too. Patrick stared at the boy he vaguely recognized him from somewhere, but couldn't quite place yet. The cowboy looked at him too. And asked "Hey haven't I seen you around somewhere before?" Patrick said " Uh; no I don't think so"
The cowboy grinned at him and smirked" I have too! Around the docks out in Brooklyn!"
Patrick Shrugged. "Yeah I Guess, you coulda seen me there". He knew exactly what the cowboy was talking about.
"So ,what are ya doin' here anyways?" he asked again .
Patrick snapped" whats it to you'se?" Glaring up at the boy. What was it to him? The boy spit in his hand and grinned "I'se Jack Kelley" Patrick looked at him once more and spit in his hand ,"I'se um. uh, Spot Conlon." Jack helped Spot then and said "So do yous'e got a place to stay at or did you run away?"
Spot said "well ,that's too personal of a question, and no I don't gotta place to stay" Jack grinned "so do you wanna come home with us?" Spot smirked "where do all of you 'se live at?" " A t the newsies lodging house "
"Oh you guys are newsies ?" spot asked . Jack replied "Yeah ,do you 'se gotta problem with that?" Spot said "Well of course not I mean you guys aren't half as mean as everyone says that you are " At that remark they all laughed . Finally they walked up to the newsies lodging house. An old man stood behind a desk .He looked up and smiled "Hi boys you're home early today " One of the boys spoke up ,he had a patch on over one eye, "We brought you a new guy with us that wants to be a newsie " The old man then caught sight of Spot . "You must be him? "said the old man. Spot gulped and nodded at him ."Well ,come here then and sign in, its free tonight then 5cents every other night and no female callers after 10:00 either .Which I probably don't have to worry about with you yet. And boys take him out for some food he looks like he hasn't eaten in days" The boys nodded .Jack said "Come on and I'll show you where you're bunk is "and walked off up the stairs . Spot sai "So who was man down there at desk?" Jack said" Oh that was just Old man Kloppman" Afterwards they took Spot out to a restraunt called Tibby's.
Spot said "Uh ,guys I don't have any money yet "Jack said" yeah well I kinda figured that so you can pay me back later ok?" Spot nodded. They all started talking .Soon enough he learned each and every one of their names.
OK I'm gonna leave off here .for now. Anyone with suggestions please e-mail them to me and review my story if u read this is the 1st one ever published on site before. Id like to know what you think.