Brooklyn Turned Queen

By: IHeartRace9

Hey y'all! Like always, sorry about the wait! I haven't had any free time to write in forever, and this chapter was really important not to rush. I feel like my last few chapters have been too rushed, so I'm going to try not to do that anymore. When I finish this story, I'm going to go back and expand each of the chapters, and make them all more realistic and fix all the glitches. Anyways, lots happen in this chapter. And I should be getting back on a regular once a week update now that I'm fully back in school. Like I said, this chapter starts it all. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I own Songbird, Notes, and Sappy in this chapter. Everyone else goes to Disney.


"Ow!"

I felt my hair being pulled again, and I scowled in the mirror at Sappy. She just raised her eyebrows.

"Ya gotta problem, hun?" I grimaced but said no. She was doing my hair for me, and it was known she was the best of all the girls.

"Stop movin ya mouth! Ise tryin ta put ya lipstick on!" Notes was on the opposite side of me, applying my makeup. My face felt weird with all that stuff on it, but I was hoping it would be worth it later.

"This is why I never do this," I muttered, out of the side of my mouth, and I felt a sharp jab of a bobbypin on my scalp, and I glared at Sappy as she looked smug. I kept my mouth shut after that.

"So ya really like Spot den?" My eyes shot up to see both girls looking at me. My cheeks heated up, and I was grateful for the rouge that had already been applied there. I thought quickly about what to say. Should I tell them?

"Yes. I really do. Why is that so bad?" Sappy just closed her eyes, in disappointment? But Notes looked confused and, sad?

"What is it Notes?" She looked reluctant to say, now that I had stated how I felt. But she did.

"Well, it's jus dat you was so mad at him, and I thought ya dumped 'im. Ya told me youse were done widim." I sighed heavily, as she went back to my eye shadow. I needed to convince them. I didn't want them doubting me. I didn't want to think I was betraying them.

"But he apologized. Really nicely. And I think he does like me. Like really likes me. And, he knows this is his last chance."

"That's all he needs," Sappy muttered, and my eyes flicked to hers. She dropped her gaze back to my hair, acting like she hadn't said it.

"What," I asked, but she didn't answer. But something about the way she said it offended me. Like I was dumb enough to not be careful. Like she was assuming I would do whatever Spot wanted. I knew Brooklyn didn't think I was the smartest of them all, but this was like I was the idiot.

"Sappy, give me your honest opinion of me and Spot. Be harsh, Sappy, I can take it." I said all this in a falsely sweet voice. Notes' eyes widened, and Sappy's eyebrows rose again.

"Honest opinon?" I was in for it. "Alright, dearie, ya don't belong 'ere. Ya young and naïve, and ya way ovah ya head. Spot sees dat ya so gullible dat he can practically do anytin witcha and ya'll still jus bat ya eyelashes at 'im." She stood, her voice rising, neither of us noticing the sound of the door opening behind us.

"And tanight? I don't know why ya even getting dressed, as he's just gonna rip em off aftah da party tanight!" Notes jaw dropped, and I just sat there, listening to the bitterness seep out of Sappy. I opened my mouth, but she wasn't done.

"And tomorrow, you'll wake up , and he'll have gone and told us, ya not allowed back heah, and we won't be able ta talk ta youse no more." Her voice cracked, and it was only then that I realized she wasn't jealous. She was actually afraid of losing me. She acted like nothing bothered her, like she didn't care about anything or anyone. But Sappy really was sappy. She took a deep breath, but before she could finish, someone started laughing.

Red stood in the doorway, cackling.

"Sappy, darling, we all know ya still bittah bout when Spot dumped ya. Enough wid da sob story." She stepped forward and crouched so she was eye level with me.

"But Sappy did say sometin intrestin. And true. I can't wait til tomorrow, to see da look on yoahse face." She sneered at me, and I felt my patience snap. I could not take, for one second longer, to have everyone think I was Songbird, the girl who'd started out strong, but immediately fell for the leader, who was just playing with her along, but she still believed him. I just couldn't.

"Red, daaaawli, I'm not going to be dumped by Spot, and banished from Brooklyn. I'm dumping him, after he is utterly embarrassed, and then I'm leaving here, a smile on my face!" All three girls stared at me.

"Songboid, whatchoo talkin bout?" Sappy looked perplexed. Red just started laughing.

"Honey, if dat's true, den dat was real dumb a you. Cuz I'll just be goin to tell Spot bout dis development. Then he'll jus take me ta da dance!" She turned to go, and I jumped out of the chair, protests from both Notes and Sappy rising. I grabbed Red by her hair and pulled her, yelling, over to the closet. I shoved her in, smiled sweetly, and slammed the door. I turned to find Sappy, key in hand.

"Thanks." A ghost of a smile appeared on her face.

"That's something a Brooklyn goil would do." I smiled back and took her hand, thinking of Red's words, and I felt for Sappy, knowing now, why she'd tried to look out for me. Her story must've been a hard one. She was still here, after all. Notes came over, and my smile weakened.

"Girls, I really am leaving." Notes looked at me, confused.

"Songboid, what ah ya plannin?" I grinned now, and leant in, only too happy to share.


"Ise headin out, Paul. See ya tomorrow."

Racetrack closed the stable door, and walked slowly down the street. He'd improved so much already. Paul was thrilled. He'd been down on his luck lately, a lot of his best jockeys getting injured, or leaving him for other employers. He was thinking of racing his newest one soon, just to see how he would do. Fearless, there was nothing Race couldn't do now.

"Race!" What?

"Race, gawd, I've been waitin foah ya forevah!" Racetrack sighed.

"Beat it, Blink. I'se aint no newsie no moah." Blink scowled at Race's word.

"Yeah, butcha still me friend." Race stopped walking and turned to look at him.

"And all de uddahs miss ya too. It's not da same witout you." Race sighed. Was this true?

"Dey really miss me?" Blink gave him a confused look.

"Just, well, Ise da one 'oo left. Aftah fightin Spot, and gettin 'im mad, and not sayin g'by, I jus figured…" Blink just looked at him.

"Race, shutup ya dumbass. Spot was a joik, as usual. Why'd dey be mad at youse? Dey really miss ya!" He paused and then grinned. "Even I'se miss ya." Race smiled, and clapped a hand on Blink's shoulder, remembering how good it felt to have a grin on your face.

"Ise missed ya too, Blink." Blink smiled weakly, eyes teary.

"So, can I tell de uddahs wheah ya are den?" Racetrack sighed again.

"I don't tink Ise quite ready foah dat, Blink. Maybe latah?" Blink crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fine!" Race threw up his hands. "My foist race is in two days. Bring em den." Blink grinned widely and nodded.

"Great! See ya den Race!" And he ran off, goal accomplished. Race shook his head, a little smile growing on his face. Back to his list. Maybe he still had friends. At least Blink. Good ole Blink.

"Blink, wait!"


"Damn, doll, don'tchoo look fine."

Spot had been waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs for a while. She walked slowly down the steps, a smile on her face. This was the first time Spot had seen her made up. Her hair was pinned up in an elaborate design, and her lips were dark and shimmery.

Her dark eye shadow made her eyes sparkle, and they were very bright as she gave him a little wave. Spot took her arm with a nod and led her out the door, still looking her over. She was wearing a long deep blue dress, with lace sleeves, and ruffles on the bottom. For the first time, Spot started to think he might enjoy tonight.

"Wheah'd ya get da dress?" Song looked at him and smiled.

"Notes loaned it to me. She said she thought it'd look better on me then her, but I think she was just being nice, because I don't have any dresses." She laughed quietly, and Spot watched her look ahead, gazing into the distance, her dimple showing. He'd never really noticed anything about her before, but she seemed so content tonight, so happy. So innocent.

"So, excited ta see Medda?" Song looked at him and shook his head.

"I'm not going to talk to her. I feel like I betrayed her. I don't think I can face her." Spot suddenly remembered Songbird, back on that stage, singing her heart out. That felt like such a long time ago. She'd been so happy then, too. He thought back to when he'd first met her, how much sass she had given him, and he rolled his eyes. She'd thought he was so cocky back then. And she wasn't afraid to let him know what she thought. What had changed her? Him? Before, she hadn't cared what people thought of her. Now, in a new place, where everyone was judging her, and she was "dating" the leader, she had to be careful what she said. Didn't want to offend anyone.

Spot cleared his throat, trying to clear his mind. Stop thinkin dat way, he told himself.

"So doll, ya wanna head back ta ma room tanight, aftah da party, a coahse." He said this with a sly grin. Songbird's contented look left her face as she rolled her eyes.

"Is that all you care about Spot? I've tried to ignore what everyone says about you, and what everyone advises me not to do. But I thought you wanted to take me to a party. If that's not the case, please, tell me now." She looked at him, in all seriousness, giving him a chance to let her go. Dice's face popped into his head, and he scowled, shaking it out.

"A coahse we'se goin to da party. I was only jokin." For the briefest of moments, he thought he saw something in her face, a terrifying look, but then she was smiling.

"Good! Then let's go!" Spot sighed. Whatever.

They arrived to find Irving Hall already filled with people, and more just kept streaming in. Medda was singing, and the bar was full of underage newsies. There were some couples on the dance floor, and Songbird pulled him out.

"Come on, let's have some fun!" It was a fast song, and they whipped around, and Spot actually found himself smiling. A real smile. He quickly covered up, but not so fast that Songbird saw.

"You know, you don't have to be Mr. Tough Guy all the time. Are you not allowed to have fun?" Spot rolled his eyes.

"Ise da King a Brooklyn. I nevah has fun." He scowled playfully at her, and now she rolled her eyes.

"Alright, dis ones for all you lovely couples out dere. Kisses!" Medda started a slow song, and Spot winked at her and pulled her close. He leaned in and kissed her. But she stiffened when his lips touched hers.

"What's da mattah doll?" She looked slightly bewildered.

"Sorry, I got a little dizzy there. I think I need a drink." Spot nodded.

"I'll go find ya some watah." Song slowly raised an eyebrow.

"Water? What kind of baby are you? We're at a party, Spot!" Spot crossed his arms over his chest.

"You drink?" Songbird looked highly offended.

"Yes, Mr. Hoity-Toity, I drink! Just because I'm a girl does not mean I can't hold my alcohol!" Spot laughed in disbelief.

"What's da most ya've evah drunken?" Song turned up her nose.

"I'll have you know, I could hold more then you, that's for sure." Spot guffawed at her opinion.

"Oh you could, could youse? You wanna test dat theory?" Songbird looked a little way, but quickly nodded.

"Bring it on, Mr. King of Brooklyn!" Spot smirked. This was working out perfectly. He'd get her drunk out of her mind, and then she'd gladly do anything with him. And then tomorrow she wouldn't even remember what had happened. That'd make Dice happy.

"Spot?" Spot shook his thoughts away and smirked. He led her over to the bar.

Surprisingly, Songbird stepped forward and ordered her drink like an expert. Spot raised an eyebrow, his respect for her growing, ever so slightly. He ordered the same as she. He'd never heard of the drink before. The bartender handed them both a mug, and Songbird grinned mischievously up at him.

"You ready Spotty?" Spot gave her a look, but she just grinned and started drinking. Spot followed immediately. He didn't recognize the drink, but whatever it was, it was strong. He could taste the beer mixed in it. They both drained their cups, and Spot ordered the next round. See if she'd like this one. But she didn't hesitate as she gulped.

"Are youse playin me?" He asked, and grabbed her glass. She grinned, a little wildly, back at him.

"Never!" He finished her almost empty cup and scowled. It was exactly like his. He waved the bartender on though, determined not to get upset. By now, a small crowd had gathered. Was Spot going to be beat by a girl?

Soon, Spot was having difficulty lifting his drink, and whilst it was obvious that the alcohol was affecting Songbird, she was still going strong. This was not possible. Spot was checking every drink she had, just to make sure it was alcohol. But she was no cheat. She was having just as much as he was. And she was just lapping it up.

"Ya finished Spotty ma boy?" She bellowed as Spot paused, knowing if he drank anymore he'd pass out. She wobbled over to him and gave a kind of manic laugh.

"Look at that face! I win!" Spot tried to stand and protest, but a cheer swept through the crowd of newsies, and no one heard Spot. Songbird just grinned. Spot's eyebrows furrowed; he was angry. No one beat him like this. Especially in public. Then Songbird leaned in close to his ear.

"You still wanna do it?" The smallest of smirks tugged at Spot's lips. At least he was winning in this.

"Witchoo? Always." She giggled and pulled him towards the door.

"Let's go," she slurred. Spot followed her out, trying to walk straight. The soon to be present was going to be very interesting. He'd never done it so drunk before. He grabbed a glass of water on the way out. How was she holding it all?

The noise lessened as the door shut behind them. Apparently Songbird knew Irving Hall pretty well, as she led Spot to a back room with a convenient bed in it.

"Ya ready, doll?" Song just laughed again, and she ran to him. Her mouth crashed into his, and she gave him a passionate kiss as her hands crept under his shirt. Spot felt his skin tingle in that familiar way, and he smiled. That alcohol had really loosened her up at least. He was really going to enjoy this.

Songbird broke for air and grinned sheepishly at him. She put her hand to her forehead.

"Before we start, I think I might need some water. I'll be right back." She leaned in once more, and her fingers brushed slightly down his trousers, every touch heating Spot's skin more.

He pulled her onto the bed, unzipping her dress. Her hands started unbuttoning her pants. He kissed her, and she mumbled, "Water…" He smirked and nodded.

"Dammit, hurry it up, goil!"

"I will," she said as she got up. She grinned widely down at him.

"You better be ready when I come back. I don't like to wait," she said as she opened the door.

"Oh, I will be," Spot said, a smirk playing on his lips.


HOW'D YOU LIKE IT!? Was everyone true to their character? Who's your favorite? What do you think is going to happen? Please R&R! Let me know! You guys rock my world!