I DO NOT OWN THE NEWSIES ALTHOUGH I WISH I DID!!!
Author's note: Does anyone want to be Spot's girl? Email me at FrostyGrl721@aol.com with a bio of your Newsie person.
Becoming a Brooklyn Girl
That afternoon she learned the basic rules of fighting from Lucky and later Sullivan. Afterwards, they went to Diamond's Café for lunch. There they met Spot who got an update on Cecile's fighting talent.
"Hey." Spot said to her as he sat down besides her in a booth. She turned to him laughing as a Newsie named Trouble finished telling a joke.
"Hey." She replied.
"I see your fitting in well." Spot said.
"Yeah. I love your life Spot. I don't think you realize how lucky you are. No one telling you what to wear, who to flirt with, where to go and how to act. This is the life." She said contently.
"Yeah, it does have its perks but it ain't easy all the time. And I see that you really are my twin Cecile."
"Of course I am, stupid." She said sarcastically.
"I know, Cecile. I was just making a point. Lucky and Sullivan were saying how well you were doing with your fighting lesson today. Only my twin could do that good her first day. They said that you were the fastest learner they had ever seen of the basic moves. Here's the plan: after lunch I'll teach you how to use a slingshot. Tonight, we'll see how well you learned poker earlier."
"Sure Spot." She answered, as the food was set down before them. Cecile's mouth watered; she hadn't had anything to eat since the day before. She quickly ate every last bite.
"And I see she has your appetite, Spot." Trouble said. Laughs were heard around as Spot also finished his meal quickly.
"Come on, Spot. Hurry up and let's go." Cecile muttered as Spot got through some business he needed to attend to. "I want to learn how to shoot a slingshot." Finally, after much compromise between the twins, they left and headed towards the dock.
Cecile rushed ahead. "God, Conlon. You think just because you're the leader of Brooklyn means that you can take your time, when your gorgeous twin sister is eager to learn your specialty."
"You also have my ego." Spot said with a smile. She held her skirts up with an annoyed look on her face.
"Do you have any extra clothes I can wear. These skirts are so annoying! Please, Cedric." She asked, stepping over a puddle of mud. Spot watched her with an amused expression.
"Sure. C'mon. We have to go to the Lodging House to get'em."
"Fine." She said, lifting up her skirt yet again. "Race you there!" She said and took off running. Spot looked at her retreating back and took off at a sprint.
They reached the lodging house at a tie, both panting as they trudged up the stairs to Spot's room.
"They're in that drawer." Spot said pointing to a bedside drawer. "Just try them on and see how they fit." He closed the door behind him. Cecile took the clothes out of the drawer and took off her blouse and skirt, putting on Spot's clothing. She stepped out of Spot's room.
"Wow!" Spot said amazed. "We are exactly the same size."
"I know. So I guess this means you will be borrowing my clothes tonight." She said teasingly starting down the stairs and heading towards the dock.
"I've changed a lot Cecile, but I haven't changed that much." He said following. When they got to the dock, Spot revealed a new slingshot.
"This is yours." He said. She gasped.
"Thank you so much." She squealed giving him a hug.
"Ok. Now you pull back the loose end of the slingshot like this and then you release it aiming towards your object. The harder you pull back the harder the stone or marble will hit the object."
She rolled her eyes. "I know that stuff Spot. Do I come off as a little, incapable rich girl? Give me that marble." She demanded pointing towards the biggest one.
"Ok." Spot said hesitantly. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? You can really hurt yourself if you mess up." He stammered worriedly.
"Do not do that whole big protective brother thing, Cedric. You haven't for the past 7 years, don't start now. It's not very becoming." She said aiming for a bottle right above Spot's head. She released the slingshot and hit the bottle right in the middle.
"How did you do that?" Spot asked surprised.
"I'm not that incapable." She answered, turning and sitting on a beam, smiling mysteriously.
"No really, how did you do that?" He asked again, stunned.
"Do you remember anything about your life before? You taught me right before you left. When you left, one of the boys next door lent me a slingshot and I practiced when I really missed you. And you know what they say, practice makes perfectly." She explained.
"So, why did you ask me to teach you?" He questioned, confused.
"I wanted to ask you some questions. Why did you never visit us?" She asked, her face full of sadness as she reflected on the pain she had felt in the past.
"I planned on it, but being a Newsie never makes a lot of money. I saved and saved but I never saved up enough to afford it. And I am not sure I could have dealt with seeing you all again." He replied with an apologizing look on his face.
"That's ok. I don't blame you. I don't think I could have visited either if I were you. And also. What is happening tomorrow?" She asked.
"Well, we are going to take you to a place I know where we can get you some new dresses."
"What's wrong with this one?" She asked defensively.
"Umm…Let's put it this way. That isn't exactly appropriate for Medda's. You'll see what I'm saying tomorrow. Depending on how fast you learn, she might have you perform in a show tomorrow." Spot said.
"A show? Really?" She asked, her icy blue eyes sparkling.
"Yes. And then you'll meet the Manhattan Newsies." He continued.
"What are they like?" She asked curiously.
"Well, Jack Kelly is their leader and then he has a couple people under him. There's a lot of stuff to know about them and then you got to meet their goils. See those boys are like my brothers. Me, Jack, and two Newsies named Kid Blink and Mush, are the biggest womanizers in New York. So, just watch out for those four."
"Womanizers." She repeated with an undecipherable look on her face. They talked for about one more hour when Spot announced it was time for poker. They got up and walked to the Lodging House, where a large group was waiting for them.
"Ok, this is what we're going to do. Belle," he smiled using his nickname for her.
"Belle, who's Belle?" Canyon asked confused.
"This is Belle." Spot said, putting his arms around Cecile and leading her next to Lucky. "The Belle of New York City and Brooklyn."
"I see why they call you that." Sullivan said smiling.
"Anyway, like I was saying." Lucky continued. "You will play against Spot, Trouble, Sullivan, Canyon. I'll be playing with you, helping you and answering your questions."
"Ok. Fun stuff." Cecile replied enthusiastically. She sat down at a large circular table. The boys all pulled out cigars. She rolled up her sleeves. "Deal me in." she ordered.
The cards were passed around the table as the stakes were raised higher and higher. Cecile muttered to Lucky a couple of times, but otherwise played by herself.
"Ok. Show what youse all got." Spot commanded. The cards were laid down. Canyon folded. Sullivan had the highest with a full house.
"What do you got Bella?" He asked, using the Italian version of her nickname.
"Straight flush." She smiled triumphantly, revealing a 10, 9, 8, 7, and a 6 of diamonds. All the boys stared at her in disbelief as she took her winnings.
"Gorgeous and she can play poker. Who could ask for anything more?" Sullivan said impressed. She played six more rounds, winning 3 of those.
"Well boys." She said yawning. "That's it. I'm going to sleep. See you all tomorrow." She stood up and headed up the stairs to Spot's private room.
"Sweet dreams, Bella." Sullivan called up after her. A moment later her head appeared in the doorway.
"You know Sullivan. You keep flirting with me but nothing's happening. I think that means I'm not interested." The Newsies stared at her for a second, comprehending her words. Hollers and yells were heard as Cecile trooped back upstairs.
"Shot down!" Spot yelled laughing.
"She loves me." Sullivan said starting to deal again, laughing.
Author's note: Does anyone want to be Spot's girl? Email me at FrostyGrl721@aol.com with a bio of your Newsie person.
Becoming a Brooklyn Girl
That afternoon she learned the basic rules of fighting from Lucky and later Sullivan. Afterwards, they went to Diamond's Café for lunch. There they met Spot who got an update on Cecile's fighting talent.
"Hey." Spot said to her as he sat down besides her in a booth. She turned to him laughing as a Newsie named Trouble finished telling a joke.
"Hey." She replied.
"I see your fitting in well." Spot said.
"Yeah. I love your life Spot. I don't think you realize how lucky you are. No one telling you what to wear, who to flirt with, where to go and how to act. This is the life." She said contently.
"Yeah, it does have its perks but it ain't easy all the time. And I see that you really are my twin Cecile."
"Of course I am, stupid." She said sarcastically.
"I know, Cecile. I was just making a point. Lucky and Sullivan were saying how well you were doing with your fighting lesson today. Only my twin could do that good her first day. They said that you were the fastest learner they had ever seen of the basic moves. Here's the plan: after lunch I'll teach you how to use a slingshot. Tonight, we'll see how well you learned poker earlier."
"Sure Spot." She answered, as the food was set down before them. Cecile's mouth watered; she hadn't had anything to eat since the day before. She quickly ate every last bite.
"And I see she has your appetite, Spot." Trouble said. Laughs were heard around as Spot also finished his meal quickly.
"Come on, Spot. Hurry up and let's go." Cecile muttered as Spot got through some business he needed to attend to. "I want to learn how to shoot a slingshot." Finally, after much compromise between the twins, they left and headed towards the dock.
Cecile rushed ahead. "God, Conlon. You think just because you're the leader of Brooklyn means that you can take your time, when your gorgeous twin sister is eager to learn your specialty."
"You also have my ego." Spot said with a smile. She held her skirts up with an annoyed look on her face.
"Do you have any extra clothes I can wear. These skirts are so annoying! Please, Cedric." She asked, stepping over a puddle of mud. Spot watched her with an amused expression.
"Sure. C'mon. We have to go to the Lodging House to get'em."
"Fine." She said, lifting up her skirt yet again. "Race you there!" She said and took off running. Spot looked at her retreating back and took off at a sprint.
They reached the lodging house at a tie, both panting as they trudged up the stairs to Spot's room.
"They're in that drawer." Spot said pointing to a bedside drawer. "Just try them on and see how they fit." He closed the door behind him. Cecile took the clothes out of the drawer and took off her blouse and skirt, putting on Spot's clothing. She stepped out of Spot's room.
"Wow!" Spot said amazed. "We are exactly the same size."
"I know. So I guess this means you will be borrowing my clothes tonight." She said teasingly starting down the stairs and heading towards the dock.
"I've changed a lot Cecile, but I haven't changed that much." He said following. When they got to the dock, Spot revealed a new slingshot.
"This is yours." He said. She gasped.
"Thank you so much." She squealed giving him a hug.
"Ok. Now you pull back the loose end of the slingshot like this and then you release it aiming towards your object. The harder you pull back the harder the stone or marble will hit the object."
She rolled her eyes. "I know that stuff Spot. Do I come off as a little, incapable rich girl? Give me that marble." She demanded pointing towards the biggest one.
"Ok." Spot said hesitantly. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? You can really hurt yourself if you mess up." He stammered worriedly.
"Do not do that whole big protective brother thing, Cedric. You haven't for the past 7 years, don't start now. It's not very becoming." She said aiming for a bottle right above Spot's head. She released the slingshot and hit the bottle right in the middle.
"How did you do that?" Spot asked surprised.
"I'm not that incapable." She answered, turning and sitting on a beam, smiling mysteriously.
"No really, how did you do that?" He asked again, stunned.
"Do you remember anything about your life before? You taught me right before you left. When you left, one of the boys next door lent me a slingshot and I practiced when I really missed you. And you know what they say, practice makes perfectly." She explained.
"So, why did you ask me to teach you?" He questioned, confused.
"I wanted to ask you some questions. Why did you never visit us?" She asked, her face full of sadness as she reflected on the pain she had felt in the past.
"I planned on it, but being a Newsie never makes a lot of money. I saved and saved but I never saved up enough to afford it. And I am not sure I could have dealt with seeing you all again." He replied with an apologizing look on his face.
"That's ok. I don't blame you. I don't think I could have visited either if I were you. And also. What is happening tomorrow?" She asked.
"Well, we are going to take you to a place I know where we can get you some new dresses."
"What's wrong with this one?" She asked defensively.
"Umm…Let's put it this way. That isn't exactly appropriate for Medda's. You'll see what I'm saying tomorrow. Depending on how fast you learn, she might have you perform in a show tomorrow." Spot said.
"A show? Really?" She asked, her icy blue eyes sparkling.
"Yes. And then you'll meet the Manhattan Newsies." He continued.
"What are they like?" She asked curiously.
"Well, Jack Kelly is their leader and then he has a couple people under him. There's a lot of stuff to know about them and then you got to meet their goils. See those boys are like my brothers. Me, Jack, and two Newsies named Kid Blink and Mush, are the biggest womanizers in New York. So, just watch out for those four."
"Womanizers." She repeated with an undecipherable look on her face. They talked for about one more hour when Spot announced it was time for poker. They got up and walked to the Lodging House, where a large group was waiting for them.
"Ok, this is what we're going to do. Belle," he smiled using his nickname for her.
"Belle, who's Belle?" Canyon asked confused.
"This is Belle." Spot said, putting his arms around Cecile and leading her next to Lucky. "The Belle of New York City and Brooklyn."
"I see why they call you that." Sullivan said smiling.
"Anyway, like I was saying." Lucky continued. "You will play against Spot, Trouble, Sullivan, Canyon. I'll be playing with you, helping you and answering your questions."
"Ok. Fun stuff." Cecile replied enthusiastically. She sat down at a large circular table. The boys all pulled out cigars. She rolled up her sleeves. "Deal me in." she ordered.
The cards were passed around the table as the stakes were raised higher and higher. Cecile muttered to Lucky a couple of times, but otherwise played by herself.
"Ok. Show what youse all got." Spot commanded. The cards were laid down. Canyon folded. Sullivan had the highest with a full house.
"What do you got Bella?" He asked, using the Italian version of her nickname.
"Straight flush." She smiled triumphantly, revealing a 10, 9, 8, 7, and a 6 of diamonds. All the boys stared at her in disbelief as she took her winnings.
"Gorgeous and she can play poker. Who could ask for anything more?" Sullivan said impressed. She played six more rounds, winning 3 of those.
"Well boys." She said yawning. "That's it. I'm going to sleep. See you all tomorrow." She stood up and headed up the stairs to Spot's private room.
"Sweet dreams, Bella." Sullivan called up after her. A moment later her head appeared in the doorway.
"You know Sullivan. You keep flirting with me but nothing's happening. I think that means I'm not interested." The Newsies stared at her for a second, comprehending her words. Hollers and yells were heard as Cecile trooped back upstairs.
"Shot down!" Spot yelled laughing.
"She loves me." Sullivan said starting to deal again, laughing.