Chapter Summary: Spot's in Brooklyn, a normal day, just foundation stuff.

Disclaimers: Honestly, I don't own them, just between the two of us though… I'll let you in on a little secret… (If I DID own them, I would not be here writing stories though!) (Don't you hate people who try to make up fun disclaimers?)

Rating: Right now? G, later PG- 13 and even later probably R (I can't resist it!)

AN: My first fic that isn't smut (my other one got taken down for content I guess), as well as my first newsies fic, so bear with me. And HELP ME with the accent, I KNOW I suck at it, but I'm from SoCal, it's gonna take everything in me not to say "dude, word, tight and chill" every other line!

"Gimme the usual."

"You got it Conlon." Brooklyn's Weisel, Huxley, turned away, and shouted "130," as the workers brought them up.

Turning around, Spot looked at the long line of Newsies waiting to get their papes at the distribution center in Brooklyn. This wasn't Manhattan with all the muckety mucks; this was Brooklyn, his territory. Turning his head towards the paper, his eyes followed to scan the headlines, on the front page was a big picture of the mayor with some headlines about politics. Man it's gonna be a slow day.

He looked deeper for headlines that he could exaggerate a little better, his eye caught and he looked up, closing the paper. "CORPSE FOUND ON BROOKLYN BRIDGE!" He shouted as he walked slowly towards his usual selling spot. Nearby a little boy looked for the headline as he saw "Dead Bird Found Near Bridge."

As he sold his last paper (5 times), he headed off to find something to do for the afternoon. Running into Ditch, one of the other guys he nodded in acknowledgement.

"'S hot."

"No kiddin." Spot replied as he wiped sweat of his face. "Wanna go shoot some stones?"

"Yeah."

They walked back to the house in contented silence, watching the less practiced Newsies yelling headlines about politics, trying to finish off their papes. About halfway back, Spot stopped and walked up to a street vendor. "Lucy, I know yous sweet face is back der somewhere." He smirked and leaned up against the side of the cart, took a loaf of bread, broke it in half, gave half to Ditch and they started eating.

"Spot? Is dat you?"

"Aw, baby doll who didya think it was?" A middle-aged face emerged, smiling, showing wear and hard work in crevices beaten into laugh lines around her eyes and mouth. A body shortly followed the face, thin and tired, but sturdy from years of work.

"So Conlon- what is you twos up to today?"

"Makin a livin offa our sweat and blood ma'am." He rolled his sleeve up and flexed his arm, holding the last of his bread in his mouth. "What is you doin?"

She snorted, "The same thing as you twos. Believe me."

"Well, we gots to be goin, seeya tomorrow!" Spot shouted backwards, as he flicked a coin over his shoulder and she stuck out her hand and caught it.

-At the docks

"Heya boys." Spot announced as he walked cavalierly out onto the docks with Ditch. As he walked by a boy looking at the water, he lightly smacked the back of his head. The boy looked up angry and puzzled. Spot smirked, "Don't even bother lookin at your reflection, it'll never be as pretty as mine." The boys laughed and returned to what they were doing, most shooting marbles, and Ditch left Spot to join them.

"Spot- man! Isn't it a little late for yous to be gettin back? We all finished selling our papes an hour ago!" Shouted another newsie from across the dock.

"Wow you must be movin, what, 30 papes a day by now Jigs?" Jigs turned bright red and the other boys laughed and needled him as Spot turned away. Going over to the end of the dock, Spot sat down on a crate and smiled, watching his newsies. Oh yeah, dis is my territory. Dem rich folks think dey got it, but dey don't got no idea.

He pulled some marbles out of his pockets that he had collected earlier; he always kept an eye out for good shooters while he was selling. Taking careful aim and watching the arm movements of Tracks, the boy about to shoot, he released his a second after and came close to knocking the other boy's marble out of the air. As the other newsies turned around with smiles on their face, they sobered at the look on Spot's.

"One more try." He said, without smiling.

Tracks turned around, fished another shooter out of his pocket and took aim at the piling he had shot for earlier. Releasing it tentatively, he heard a swish as Spot's marble passed his head and neatly knocked the other marble out of the way, tapped the piling and splashed into the water. Awed the boys turned around to look at Spot, who leaned against another piling, smirking. Inspecting his sling shot he cavalierly stated, "It's all in the wrist boys," as he looked up and started laughing with the rest of the newsies.

They hung out all afternoon until it started getting dark, they wandered inside to the mini mess hall and started eating the "dinner" that had been provided.

"Hey Spotto, dose goils is lookin at ya."

"Eh, what's new." Spot turned and looked over his shoulder, smiling at the girls as they waved and giggled. "I'm kinda tired, maybe I'll flirt with dem later." He eyed them though, trying to figure out if one of them would be fun for a little while.

"Man, if only we could get goils like you."

"Don't even bother fellas, I toldya before, it's this natural inborn charm that seems to do it for the ladies. Along wit me natural good looks of course." For a moment everyone was quiet, til they all burst out laughing, throwing bits of bread at him, as he ducked and laughed along with them. Yeah, dis is da life for sure.

OK- So that was the first chapter of my first Newsies fic. Anyways- I'm still really new at this writing thing, I've started a lot of fics and never really gotten far enough to post anything. I know I'm TERRIBLE at the accent, so if anyone can help me out, or has any suggestions (sentences or words that bothered them), tell me FOR SURE. Also- there are a lot of characters that I'm gonna need, so if you wanna be in here… PLEASE REVIEW though, a few lines is fine, but I would LOVE any criticism you have. Since I'm new at writing, I wanna know if people are reading my stuff. Don't worry about having nothing to say just say "loved it" or "hated it" or SOMETHING to let me know if I should continue. Thanks!