"I don't know," I shrugged, "What does Spot hafta do with it Medda?"
"Are ya coming tomorrow?" Jack asked, before Medda could say anything.
"Were?" I asked, raising a curious eyebrow. What wasn't Jack telling me?
"Tibby's?"
"For what?"
"To say hi to Max."
"I already did."
"When?"
"Today," I said uncertainly.
"That was you?" he said surprised, "Ya were wearing a dress."
"That would be my father," I muttered, stirring a drink. He let out a sigh but I nodded, "Yeah, I'll go. Make sure Mary doesn't get into to much trouble. She can't seem to stop talking."
"Missy," Jack said warningly.
"No I'm serious, Mary, ya hafta slow down, I can't understand what you'se saying, it's too fast," I grinned, making her laugh.
"Why don't you sing us a song Missy?" Medda asked, a mischievous look in her eye.
"Ha, funny Medda," I rolled my eyes.
"No, why don't ya?" Jack asked and I looked at him.
"Because I don't want to," I said slowly.
"Oh, come now, Missy, you must have written or heard a song that you could-."
"Medda!"
"You sing?" Mary asked.
"Only when someone twists my arm," I muttered annoyed, glaring at Medda.
"Have you written any new ones?" she asked, acting as though we were the only two in the room.
"Kinda," I sighed, knowing she wasn't going to drop it.
"What do you mean 'kinda'?" she laughed, "You either have or you haven't."
"When I say kinda I mean kinda," I smiled back.
"Well, I'm twisting your arm so get up there, Missy."
"Clever Medda," I muttered, "But I'm not going up."
"Aw c'mon Missy," Jack practically whined.
"No," I laughed.
"Ya'd do it if Spot-," but he stopped at my glare, mumbling, "Sorry."
"Rayne, do it for Lillian," Medda said softly.
"Fine," I said annoyed. I climbed on stage and racked my brain for a song. Finally deciding on one, my voice filled the room:
I found you in the most unlikely way
But really it was you who found me
And I found myself in the gifts that you gave
You gave me so much and I
I wish you could stay
but I'll, I'll wait for the day
And I watch as the cold winter melts into spring
And I'll be remembering you
Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing
and I'll be remembering you, I'll be remembering you
From the first moment when I heard your name
Something in my heart came alive
You showed me love and no words could explain
A love with the power to
Open the door
To a world I was made for
And I watch as the cold winter melts into spring
And I'll be remembering you
Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing
And I'll be remembering
The dark night, the hard fight
The long climb up the hill knowing the cost
The brave death, the last breathe
The silence whispering all hope was lost
The thunder, the wonder
A power that brings the dead back to life
I wish you could stay
But I'll wait for the day
And though you've gone away
You come back
And I watch as the cold winter melts into spring
I'll be remembering you
Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing
I'll be remembering you,
I'll be remembering you
And I'll watch as the sun fills a sky that was dark
I'll be remembering you
And I'll think of the way that
You fill up my heart
I'll be remembering you
I'll be remembering you
I'll be remembering you
I'll be remembering you
I'll be remembering you
When I looked back at Medda, she had tears in her eyes but I couldn't help smiling slightly. I shook my head and looked back out at the rest of the Newsies who had just finished applauding. "I'm home," I whispered.
Spot's POV
As I stood in the cold, I heard music playing again in the theater and walked back in, against my better judgment. I heard a familiar voice filling the air and peaked through the door to see Missy on the stage. She'd gotten better, at both writing and singing. I shook my head. I couldn't, after what had happened, she had left and . . . Snap out of it Spot! I mentally smacked my forehead. "I need to get back to Brooklyn."
Rayne (Missy)'s POV
Jack, Mary, and David walked me home. David, the smart kid Medda was talking about, was a really sweet guy. "This is Mary," Jack said, nodding towards an apartment building.
"Oh it's nice to meet ya Mary," I laughed to the building.
He rolled his eyes, "We'll be right back." I smiled and watched them walk off.
"They look truly happy," I whispered.
"They are," David agreed. I looked at him and he smiled. "You have beautiful eyes." He went wide-eyed and blushed slightly, making me laugh.
"Thanks," I smiled.
"I-I'm sorry, I-I'm not usually that forward," he explained, sounding quite uncomfortable.
"I am," I shrugged, "Most of the time." He looked down at the ground, looking still quite embarrassed. I bumped his shoulder and he glanced up, making me smiled warmly. He returned it and my smiled widened.
"Did I miss something?" Jack asked uncertainly, jumping down the last steps.
"Not really," I shrugged, "Just told David I'm honest."
"Yeah, brutally," Jack muttered and I smacked him playfully, "Hey!" I shoved my hands in my pockets, looking forward as I smiled but when I glanced at him, I saw a cigarette in his mouth. I pulled it out and threw it into the ground, stepping on it. "Hey!"
"They're bad for ya and I'm sure Mary doesn't want to kiss an ashtray."
"She hasn't complained yet."
"As far as you know." David laughed and I smiled. He made me feel good. I don't know how to describe it but I kind of liked the feeling and Jack noticed. "See ya tomorrow Kelly. Bye David."
"Bye Missy."
"See ya Miss." I walked into Pappy's house and kissed him on the cheek, covering him with a blanket. As I exited the study, I looked back at him and smiled. Running up the stairs, I changed into a long shirt and pants I had cut to just below my knees. When I got into bed, I couldn't help but think of how Spot had changed but I quickly shook off the feeling and drifted into a deep sleep.