I can't talk like a New York Newsie I apologize in advance.
It was a beautiful day in New York City. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and anyone with ears could hear the cries from the Newsies, selling the morning edition as citizens started their day. Sparky and Chills strolled around Brooklyn, a stack of unsold papers tucked under their arms.
"Stupid Manhattan Newsies… Whose do dey think de are?" grumbled Sparky as they made their way across the Brooklyn bridge.
Chills sighed, "What did dey do dis time?"
"What didn't dey do?", cried Sparky, "Dey is always walkin' around, thinkin' dey own da city. Well Brooklyn's here too! Why I would just love ta has one to myself I would beat them up so bad…"
"What's da point?" Chills replied, annoyed, "Fighting isn't helping dis feud, ya know."
Sparky's eyes narrowed as two figures walked the opposite way, "What da hell are dey doing over here?" A tall Newsie with curly hair and glasses approached the boys along with a shorter boy, using a crutch for walking support.
"Mornin', gentlemen." The boy with the crutch greeted with a bright smile on his face.
"Get otta here, Crutchie. Youse too Specs. Youse aren't suppose ta be over here. Dis is our territory." Sparky spat back.
"Just thought we'd take a walk to da docks… See what's goin' on over in Brooklyn." Replied Specs casually.
Sparky walked up to Specs, standing at a dangerous distance. "Get outta here before youse is lookin' at me through dose glasses with one swollen eye."
Specs stepped up, not even thinking of backing down for a second. "Is dat a threat?"
Chills shook Sparky's shoulder. "C'mon, Spark, let's not start anything."
It was too late. The two newsboys fought until another newsie pulled them apart.
"Stop this! What are you doing?" Shouted Davey as he pushed both newsies to their separate sides. Sparky fell at Chills's feet while Specs almost ran into Crutchie but caught himself just in time.
Kicks ran up to the scene of the fight, turning to Davey. "Did youse start dis?" He inched closer to the Manhattan Newsie, making him feel very small.
"No!" He cried, "I was the one breaking it up!"
Kicks lunged forward and another fight broke out until they were separated.
The leaders of Manhattan and Brooklyn, their girlfriends following close behind them, approached the others, walking from opposite sides of the bridge. Both newsboys walked up to each other, looking as if they'd start fighting themselves. "Jack." said the Kind of Brooklyn, with a stony expression. "Spot." Jack Kelly's eyes narrowed as he faced his enemy. Just then Darcy, a friend of Katherine's, Jack's girlfriend, rushed up to the crowd.
"Stop this! Stop this!" He yelled, gaining attention from everyone around him. "Must you fight all the time? Your disagreements are disturbing the peace of our city! Go now, back to your houses!"
With one last look that read, "This is not over." The two groups left the bridge in their designated directions. Katherine checked Specs' bruised cheek as they made their way back to Manhattan.
Jack walked along with Davey at his side. "I'm so sick of dat Brooklyn gang…" said Jack angrily, "Des always startin' somthin'."
Davey fixed his tilted Newises cap as the walked. "It was that Kicks. He's always looking for a fight. I guess he picked me today."
The Manhattan gang walked into the lodging house. Crutchie helped Specs into the kitchen, ready to tend to his injuries.
"Where's Romeo?" questioned Katherine, "I haven't seen him all day."
Davey shrugged and replied, "He's been pretty moody lately. I tried talking to him earlier but he just turned away from me."
Jack nodded, "Yeah, he's been a little down. We find find out da cause later. C'mon Katherine, we should probably go help Specs."
As the couple left, Romeo slowly opened the door, walking in with heavy steps.
"Hey Romeo, sell good today?" asked Davey, trying to make some form of a conversation.
Romeo just shrugged, preparing to make his way up the stairs.
Davey asked, "What's wrong Romeo? You've been so down lately."
Romeo sighed, taking a seat on one of the stairs. "My love life, that's what's wrong."
"Oh…" Davey replied, sitting next to him. "It's about that Rosie girl, huh?"
"She's not just some "girl", Davey. She's da love of my life… I will neva love anyone as much as I could love Rosie.." Romeo groaned, pained from his broken heart.
Davey patted his back. "Don't worry buddy, there are plenty of fish in the sea. We'll find you a girl, I promise."