1 Chapter 3
After Spot and Singah left the restaurant, Jack was quiet. He had known Spot for years, longer than anyone else in Manhattan, and most of Brooklyn, for that matter, and he knew something was wrong. He went over what Spot had said and done before he disappeared, and when he got back from wherever he went. –SHIT!- he thought. Spot had followed Singah out both times, and was watching her the whole time he had been there. –Spot could have any goil in New York, why my little goil?-
"Hey Trolley," Jack asked one of Spot's newsies, "Where da hell was Spot?"
"I dunno, Cowboy, sometimes he jus' vanishes- but he was actin' weird before he left."
-Definitely shit.- Jack thought. –Spot's gone an' fallen in love wid Singah.-
***
"Singah!" Spot called after her.
"Go away, Spot. Lemme alone." She didn't really want him to, but she had to see if he really loved liked her, or if just wanted one thing.
"I ain't goin' nowhere, Singah. Look, I'se sorry I was gone for so long. Are you'se mad at me?
"Yeah, Spot, I am mad- ya kiss me like dat, when I already has a boyfriend, and then you'se just disappear. Leave me alone, Spot."
-Crap- thought Spot, -does she really mean that?-
"No. I love you, Singah." –Shit! Why da hell I tell her dat?
Singah was in shock. Spot, the most eligible newsie in New York, was in love with her. Suddenly, the words from the song she had sung that night echoed in her mind.
*Longing to tell you,
but afraid ad shy,
I let my golden chances pass me by…*
-Not this time, you won't- "Really, Spot?" She believed him, but she had to know for sure.
"Singah, I loves ya. I always have, but you was wid Blink."
"Spot, shut up." She leaned down and kissed him softly. He was surprised, but he was too cool to show it. He returned the kiss, and got his answer back: she loved him too.
***
In the shadows, Racetrack watched, astonished as he saw Singah, his and Jack's little sis, kiss the most notorious womanizer in all of New York. He was even more astonished as he watched Spot break the kiss, brush Singah's cheek gently, and whisper in her ear before leaving in the direction of Brooklyn.
"See ya in da mornin', my Singah."
"'Night, Spot." With that, he left her, singing her song.
*If I loved you, time and again I would try to say,
1.1 All I'd want you to know…*
As soon as Spot was out of sight, Racetrack dashed across the street and grabbed Singah's arm as she turned to go inside.
"So, Singah, how's Spot?"
Startled by the hand on her arm and the sudden presence of one of her "brothers," Singah stuttered out, "I dunno what ya mean, Race."
"Shuddup, Singah, I saw you'se getting cozy wid Spot there. Jack ain't gonna be happy about dis- you know what he tinks of Spot seein' his little goils…" Race knew exactly how Jack felt- he was the same way. He didn't want to see Singah or Fidget get hurt.
"Race, you say one ting to Jack or Blink, and I will soak ya worse dan Jack ever could have." Singah didn't know what she was going to do yet, and the last thing she needed was to have Jack yelling at her and Blink looking hurt, gazing at her with his one good eye.
"Fine- but if you'se don't tell him soon, I will. Soakin' be damned."
"Good. Now leggo me arm and go away."
Race obliged, and said, "See ya in da mornin', Singah. Carryin' da bannah."
Author's Note: The song for Spot and Singah is If I Loved You, by Rojers and Hammerstein. I have no idea what play it's from.
After Spot and Singah left the restaurant, Jack was quiet. He had known Spot for years, longer than anyone else in Manhattan, and most of Brooklyn, for that matter, and he knew something was wrong. He went over what Spot had said and done before he disappeared, and when he got back from wherever he went. –SHIT!- he thought. Spot had followed Singah out both times, and was watching her the whole time he had been there. –Spot could have any goil in New York, why my little goil?-
"Hey Trolley," Jack asked one of Spot's newsies, "Where da hell was Spot?"
"I dunno, Cowboy, sometimes he jus' vanishes- but he was actin' weird before he left."
-Definitely shit.- Jack thought. –Spot's gone an' fallen in love wid Singah.-
***
"Singah!" Spot called after her.
"Go away, Spot. Lemme alone." She didn't really want him to, but she had to see if he really loved liked her, or if just wanted one thing.
"I ain't goin' nowhere, Singah. Look, I'se sorry I was gone for so long. Are you'se mad at me?
"Yeah, Spot, I am mad- ya kiss me like dat, when I already has a boyfriend, and then you'se just disappear. Leave me alone, Spot."
-Crap- thought Spot, -does she really mean that?-
"No. I love you, Singah." –Shit! Why da hell I tell her dat?
Singah was in shock. Spot, the most eligible newsie in New York, was in love with her. Suddenly, the words from the song she had sung that night echoed in her mind.
*Longing to tell you,
but afraid ad shy,
I let my golden chances pass me by…*
-Not this time, you won't- "Really, Spot?" She believed him, but she had to know for sure.
"Singah, I loves ya. I always have, but you was wid Blink."
"Spot, shut up." She leaned down and kissed him softly. He was surprised, but he was too cool to show it. He returned the kiss, and got his answer back: she loved him too.
***
In the shadows, Racetrack watched, astonished as he saw Singah, his and Jack's little sis, kiss the most notorious womanizer in all of New York. He was even more astonished as he watched Spot break the kiss, brush Singah's cheek gently, and whisper in her ear before leaving in the direction of Brooklyn.
"See ya in da mornin', my Singah."
"'Night, Spot." With that, he left her, singing her song.
*If I loved you, time and again I would try to say,
1.1 All I'd want you to know…*
As soon as Spot was out of sight, Racetrack dashed across the street and grabbed Singah's arm as she turned to go inside.
"So, Singah, how's Spot?"
Startled by the hand on her arm and the sudden presence of one of her "brothers," Singah stuttered out, "I dunno what ya mean, Race."
"Shuddup, Singah, I saw you'se getting cozy wid Spot there. Jack ain't gonna be happy about dis- you know what he tinks of Spot seein' his little goils…" Race knew exactly how Jack felt- he was the same way. He didn't want to see Singah or Fidget get hurt.
"Race, you say one ting to Jack or Blink, and I will soak ya worse dan Jack ever could have." Singah didn't know what she was going to do yet, and the last thing she needed was to have Jack yelling at her and Blink looking hurt, gazing at her with his one good eye.
"Fine- but if you'se don't tell him soon, I will. Soakin' be damned."
"Good. Now leggo me arm and go away."
Race obliged, and said, "See ya in da mornin', Singah. Carryin' da bannah."
Author's Note: The song for Spot and Singah is If I Loved You, by Rojers and Hammerstein. I have no idea what play it's from.