Disclaimer: I do NOT own Newsies or any characters affiliated with it. Disney owns Newsies. sadly. L I do however own Mouse and Phoenix.
As Spot was walking back to the Lodging House he started thinking about the day and the meeting that had occurred between him and Mouse. He hadn't meant to hit Mouse. It just came out of nowhere. His hand raising and then connecting with the side of her pretty face. She hadn't realized who he was either and that made it just as bad. He had enjoyed Mouse's company. There was something about her that made his heart stop and then start back up in double time. She seemed like she could be a true and genuine friend. Something he had never really had. Sure, he had the Brooklyn newsies, but most of them were scared to death of crossing him that they never became very close. His only other friend had died in a bar fight almost two years ago. She had asked him about his family. Should he tell her about the seven years of pain and suffering he endured while living with his drunken father, till one night he'd had enough and had run away, only to be found by Brooklyn's former leader and taken in. He knew he could trust Mouse with anything and everything, he could feel it in his bones. He made his way back to the lodging house and quickly ran up the stairs to his loft, praying that tomorrow would come faster so he could see his little Mouse.
As the sun shined through her window a smile broke out onto Mouse's face. Tomorrow at last. She got up and made some breakfast for herself and her family. She was in such a good mood that nothing could bring her down. She at her breakfast quietly, left the rest for her family and then went to her room to get ready for the day.
Over at the lodging house Spot was getting ready to go sell his papes. He wanted to get sell them as fast as he could. He couldn't wait to see Mouse. The very thought of seeing her smiling face and bright green eyes made his head spin. This girl had quite and effect on him, so much in fact, that he even considered having her try her hand selling papes. She was small, and frail looking so people would probably take pity on her.
Mouse called goodbye to no one in particular as she was heading at the door. But before she could leave her mother intercepted her.
"Oh darling," her mother crooned. "I do hope you have a lovely day! You look lovely…" she narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Are you meeting a boy?" Her eyes lit up at the thought.
"Yes, mother I'm meeting a boy. But it's not what you're thinking. He's just a friend and nothing more." Oh I wish it was something more, but Spot would never think of me in that way…
With that she left her apartment and with a grin as big as all of Brooklyn set on her face she headed to the bridge to see her Spot.
Spot had finally finished selling the last of his papes. Finally, he thought. Now I can go spend time with my goil. Goil? Where did that come from? Mouse is just a friend…nothing more…Yet even as he thought those words, he couldn't help but wish that one day he and Mouse could be something more.
He had already arrived at the bridge when he saw her small form coming over it. His eyes lit up like the sky on the Fourth of July.
He looked at her then with that infamous smirk plastered on his face.
"Heya Mouse."
"Hello Spot. Fancy meeting you here."
She winked at him playfully. And he smiled a true smile at her in return.
"You asked me bout my family yesterday…"
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"No, it's about time I told someone. I trust ya Mouse, and that's saying a lot coming from me. Me motha died when I was tree yeahs old. My fatha couldn't bear to look at me, so he went out a lot. He always came home drunk. He beat me. I guess it kinda toughened me up, and good thing too otherwise controllin Brooklyn might have been a lot harder. Anyways, when I was seven I'd had about enough of my fatha, so I left. I slept on street corners, alleyways, and sometimes in the doorways of shops. Well, one day this big fella comes up to me and asks me if I wanna be a newsie for Brooklyn. He says his name Phoenix. So I says to him, 'Phoenix? What kinda name is Phoenix?' and then he smacked me in da face and says ta me: "Ya don't talk to da King o' Brooklyn that way ya heah. 'Specially if he's askin ya ta be his newsie." So Phoenix took me in off da streets. Then, when I was twelve, he got knifed in a fight between him and da leader of Harlem. Knife got him right in da neck. So he dies and den dere's dis big fight ova whose gonna be de next leader. I won't go in ta detail bout dat cause obviously ya see how it turned out."
"Some life you've lived. I'm so sorry about your mother. But I'm glad you ran away and became a newsies, otherwise I may have never met you. You know wee had newsies back home. Not a lot of them, but still we had them. I always wanted to be one you know. To be free and just sell papes. But then I doubt I would make it on the streets very long."
"Well sweetheart, I can make ya wish come true. How bout you come sell wit me tamarra? See how ya do."
"I would love that. Spot I don't know how I ever lived without you."
"I don't know how I ever lived without you…"
They didn't realize but their faces were inches apart. They locked eyes, hers calm and emerald, and his fierce and sapphire. The moment was right all they had to do was lean in a little closer…and then someone shouted across the street and the moment was gone.
"I'm sorry Spot, I didn't mean to… anyway…I should be going. I'll see you tomorrow Spot. Bright and early."
He was disappointed that she had to leave. He was enjoying spending time with her.
She smiled and waved as she said goodbye, but on the inside she was dying. I think Spot was going to kiss me. Kiss me! Oh, how I wish he had. Wait, I can't be thinking that…he probably doesn't feel the same way, probably thinks that I'm just some love-struck girl. He probably thinks that I'm such a fool.
He waved as she left, his smirk stuck in place. A million and one thoughts were racing through his head. I almost kissed her. Kissed her! Stupid people across the street yellin' for no reason. Ruinin the moment. I ain't never wanted to kiss someone so badly. She's da one. Da one person I can trust wit my whole self, that I don't have to put on a charade for. I love her. Wait a second…love? Is that what this feeling is? I shouldn't feel this way…she can do so much betta than me.
AN: So…while I was typing up this chapter I kept thinking about the Beatles' song: Here Comes the Sun. lol. I know. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. PLEASE REVIEW. I mean I would love to hear some feedback and ways I can improve the story. At this point time I am thinking of what will happen…however…I'm in a bit of a bind because what I want to write may not flow with the story…so I am pleading temporary writer's block while I decide what's going to happen next. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! please?
