A lonely paperboy stood on a dark corner, selling his last papers in the flickering sunset. Spot Conlon's sandy brown hair fell into his stormy gray-blue eyes as he scanned the streets for potential customers. He held the papers in one hand, the other absentmindedly fiddling with the key tied around his neck with a piece of leather. His body was marginally undersized for his age of twelve but his slight frame gave off an air of power that promised he would be no ordinary street rat.
A stately man in a suit appeared, obviously well off. Jackpot. "Buy a papah, sir?" the youth asked politely, holding out the paper in a gesture of hope. The man gave him a foul look, "No of course not." Turning to walk away he halted at a name being called, presumably it was his own.
"Steve! Steve!" another man, in the same financial and social as the first, ran up. He was dragging a stumbling girl about ten, who was clearly only kept upright by his influence. She was probably his daughter due to the fact that they both had the same copper colored hair. They two men immediately launched into conversation which Spot immediately classified as "business talk".
Instead of being bored senseless by the negotiations, he allowed his kaleidoscopic eyes to wander instead to the pretty girl clutching her father's hand. She was outfitted in a green velvet dress with a satin bow, matching jacket and hat that tried fruitlessly to tame her wild red curls. When his eyes reached her face, and what an marvelous face it was with it's pale skin and angelic features, he was amazed to find her eyes already upon his. The eyes, he wasn't sure if they were green or brown, dominated the face as they were clearly it's most prominent feature. The orbs were hypnotizing him, dragging in his helpless consciousness only freeing it when they flicked down to the papers in his hand.
She seemed to produce a nickel from nowhere and offered it with a question, "May I have a paper please?" he was all to happy to oblige, considering the fact her voice was almost as divine as her outward appearance. "Of course, I neva turn down an offa." he flashed her a smile and took the nickel from her hand. As he reached down to get her change a sharp command made his head shoot up with alarming quickness.
"No Brigitte! Don't associate with that ruffian! Come on, we're going." with that he said his goodbyes to Steve and proceeded to continue down the street. "But daddy…" the girl protested weakly, but she was ignored. When it became apparent that her father was not going to let the transaction be completed she turned to face Spot and shouted over her shoulder "Don't worry about it! Keep the change!" before she was dragged on in the wake of her fathers powerful stride leaving him no time for a thank-you.
He watched her in fascination until her figure was lost to the darkness that was approaching rapidly due to the setting sun. He shook his head, as if waking from a trance, and tucked the nickel in his pocket and headed home, yearning for his bed and the merciful sleep that accompanied it.
A/N: Right, going to get a couple thing out of the way first. No they will not be that young, no it will not be from Spot's point of view and they will not be that short! Now that's settled, I hope you like it and I would appreciate it if you would tell me! Thank-you very much for reading!