Spot was having an amazing day. In fact, it was probably one of the best days he had had in a very long time. First he won a poker game and made himself a couple more dollars, then he soaked some scabs and scored with a very attractive girl, and now he was walking around Brooklyn in upper class clothes that he found lying around on the street. He laughed to himself. What kind of idiot left clothes in the middle of the street? Spot bet to himself that he could probably sell more papers this way. As he thought about it, he figured he could even go to people doorsteps and they'd buy the paper just because he was wearing these clothes. He decided to try it out but first he needed to talk with his newsies and even make a few bets. He smirked and started to walk back to the lodging house.

As he entered the building, he immediately was bombarded with questions as to why he was wearing these clothes. His best mate, Jasper, looked at him in shock. "What the 'ell!? Spot don' tell me you'se is a scab now!" He stepped in front of Spot waiting for an answer. Spot, annoyed, shoved Jasper out of the way.

"No, I ain't no scab. I found them on the street," He said as he walked around the room. He held the collar of the jacket out like he was rich and held his head up high. "I'se thinking I can sell even more papers with this on."

"Wouldn't that make you a scab then Spot?" Jasper asked accusingly. Spot cocked his head to the side and glared at him.

"I'se already told you. I ain't no scab. I ain't getting paid to sell papers," Spot said with a look in his eyes that made Jasper shut his mouth. "Anyways… I reckon I could even go to people's house and they'd still buy from me." Jasper laughed.

"I'd like to see dat," He said while still laughing. Spot, even more irritated than before, glared at Jasper.

"Don' test me Jasper," He whispered in his ear. Jasper nodded his head. "If you'd really like ta see it, then come with me, I'm going now." Several newsies all smiled and nodded their heads.

Jasper looked at Spot. "Maybe you should slick back yer hair too." Spot, even though he knew it was sarcasm, nodded his head.

"Good idea Jasper." Spot walked into the washroom and took a comb, wet it, and ran it through his hair. When he was does he smirked at himself in the mirror and pushed past the newsies in the doorway. "Let's go then."

Spot made his way to the upper class neighborhood and looked around for a house. He looked at Jasper and pointed toward the first house. "Dat one." Jasper shook his head.

"Alright Spot," Jasper said as he shook his head. Spot took the paper out of Jasper's hands and held it under his arm as he walked up to the door. He knocked on the door and held his head high as he waited for the door to open. As the door opened and he saw an upper class woman at the door he smiled.

"Hello…" before he could finish his sentence the woman interrupted him with a hug. Jasper and the other newsies looking on stared in awe.

"Damn! We need to get suits too!" Jasper muttered.

"Oh Daniel! It's been way too long! I'm so glad you came!" The woman shouted as she hugged Spot. Spot was confused.

"Daniel?" He asked. The woman let go and shook her head.

"Of course, its Dan now," She said smiling. She looked at his hands. "Oh thank goodness, you brought a paper. You were always such a gentleman Daniel." She took the paper and smiled. "Come on in now," She said as she walked inside. Spot turned around and looked at the newsies in the street. He shrugged his shoulders and winked before he walked inside with the woman.

The inside of the house was almost surreal. He smirked to himself as he looked around and realized what was happening. The woman had mistaken him for another person, and he being the person he was, wasn't going to let the opportunity slide. "Harold, Faye!" The woman called. She turned around and smiled at Spot. "Oh Daniel it really has been too long. The last time I saw you, you were in diapers! You're mother would be so proud to see you now; you are such a handsome young man. How old are you now?" Spot looked at her. Maybe this wasn't going to be so easy…

"Seventeen." He looked to the floor ready to be found out.

"Oh yes of course, a year older then our Faye." The woman smiled at him. She was a bigger set lady with brown curly hair and she wore bright red lipstick. As the woman waited for the people she called to come down, a butler walked into the room.

"A letter Ma'am," He said softly. The woman was too preoccupied with happiness that "Daniel" was there that she didn't seem to care.

"Oh yes, Daniel, would you please get that," she said looking up the stairs. "Harold, Faye, I need you now!"

Spot looked at the butler and smiled. He took the letter and looked at it. It was from a Daniel Livingston. He looked around and placed the letter in his jacket.

The woman suddenly looked at Spot. "Where is your entire luggage?"

Spot looked at her. This plan wasn't going to work. "It got lost," He said suddenly. He smirked. It was the only thing that came to mind.

"Oh yes of course, we can never get good work around here anymore. So other then the loss of your luggage how was the train ride?" She asked. Before Spot could answer, a girl about his age walked down the stairs. She had brown curly hair that was pinned up and bright green eyes that seemed to stare him down. Unlike her mother, she was on the thinner side, but she still had plenty of curves. Spot couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Daniel!" She shouted. She ran over to him and hugged him. Spot picked her up and twirled her around. When he set her down she smiled at him. "Oh it really has been too long," She said softly. "Mother, can I take him to his room?"

The older woman smiled and nodded her head. Faye started walking up the stairs and Spot followed her. He smiled at the fact that he thought this would actually work. And technically, it wasn't his fault the family had mistaken him for someone else right? Ok no, but who cares, he'd be gone by tonight and they'd never see him again. "This is your room," Faye said softly as she opened the door. Spot smiled and walked in. "The bathroom is right there," She said pointing to a door on the right side of the room.

"You can wash up in there, come down when you're ready, we have so much to talk about!" She smiled at him and shut the door behind her. Spot looked around and spotted a window facing out into the street. He saw that his fellow newsies were still out there. He walked over to it and opened it. Jasper saw him and motioned for him to come out. Spot shook his head and motioned for Jasper to come up. Jasper sighed and started to walk over silently toward the window. He managed to climb up the tree by the window and with Spot's help, enter the room. Jasper looked around.

"Damn…" He said softly. "What happened?"

"They mistook me for someone else! I'm some Daniel guy now! Don' worry, I'm leaving tonight," Spot whispered. Jasper looked at him and smirked. Jasper' brown hair fell into his freckled face and he brushed it away.

"Why Spot, don' think ya can convince them yer this Daniel for another few days?" He asked. He was challenging him. Spot glared at Jasper.

"Yea I can!" He whispered loudly. Jasper smiled.

"Ok Spot, we'll see." He spit into his hand and held it out. Spot smirked and repeated him. As the two shook hands they both smirked at each other.

"Alright, you gotta go now. I have to go wash up in a fancy bathroom and then go down and see the beauty downstairs." Spot pushed Jasper toward the window and Japer smiled.

"See you tomorrow!" He said jokingly. Spot rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom. He slowly removed his jacket and looked at the letter. He opened it up and read it silently.

Dear Evelyn,

I'm deeply sorry to have to say that I must delay my visit for another month. Charlotte has become ill and I fear that with her ill, I cannot pull myself away, she is my dear sister after all. I wish that I could make myself come, since it has been almost fifteen years since I last saw you all, but I know that my sister needs me. Tell Faye I'm sorry, and tell Harold I will have to play golf with him at another time. My deepest sorry for this.

Sincerely,

Daniel.

Spot crumbled the note and placed it back into his jacket. If he was going to last these few days he needed to know as much about Daniel as he could. So far, he knew that he had a sister named Charlotte and it's been almost fifteen years since he saw anyone in this family. Spot looked around the bathroom and smiled. There was a porcelain tub and Spot just as Spot hoped, there was boiling water too.

Disclaimer-I do not own Spot :( I wish I did...

Author's note-Idk why it is but I'm in the writing mood. This is my second story so far and I hope you all enjoy it. Look for a quick update within the next few days :D