"Just to Love"
By: Laney Sanchez
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Note: I do not own any of the newsies characters except for Reina. I really dunno WHY I'm taking on one more story, but I love Newsies and especially Spot [Who doesn't? ^_~]. Also incase you were wondering, it isn't a typo that Reina doesn't speak like Spot. She wasn't originally from New York. So therefore she doesn't have an accent. Hope that cleared it up a bit.
Enjoy.
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Chapter Four ~ Eyes Sparkling With Renewed Determination
The door burst open and smacked one of the boys in the face. "'Ey! ...Aye my nose..." the boy whined, rubbing it sorely.
Spot stood up immediately and rushed to the door. Reina stepped in, a sparkle was renewed in her eyes that simply was not there before. Even Spot stood back as she entered. She turned her determined gaze to Spot and he eyed her, unsure. "Whaddya want?" he asked, turning up his nose a little.
"Mister Conlon-"
Spot snapped his fingers and motioned for the boys to leave. Once they had he pulled over an old chair and sat down. He stretched his legs out, his cane still at his side. Then much to her disdain, Spot pulled out a cigar and small, tattered box of matches, lighting the cigar.
Reina glared but stepped forward. If she was going to take charge of her life...she would need courage now. Reina slapped the cigar from his mouth. "That's a filthy habit"
Spot's eyes went large as though she had just insulted him by calling him girlie or something. "I want a job...I know you can help me out in that department" then she suddenly added "And it will NOT consist of any sort of prostitution"
Spot glared at her for a moment. " don't accept girls. Yous ain't stayin' ere"
Reina crossed her arms. "Well, you certainly had no arguments this morning if I stayed" She was not about to back down now.
Spot stood and walked straight up to her. Apparently neither was Spot. He stood inches from her and lowered his face to hers. Not in a romantic way that lovers do but more in a threatening way that one does when picking a fight.
"Yous were sick then. Yer fine now ain'tcha?" he said with a nasty tone to his voice. As Reina opened her mouth to speak, Spot interrupted her. "Plus...kitten you got a lot fight in ya...an I don't appreciate girls comin' in ere an actin' like they run da place"
Spot turned away from her, heading back for his chair.
Reina was left speechless for a moment and she looked down. She then glanced back to Spot for just a moment. Her eyes had softened, though still determined. "Are you...scared...that a ...girl may just be able to hang with the ...'big boys'?"
This stopped Spot in his tracks. He didn't face her but the look on his face was disgruntled.
Reina stepped forward. "Well...Mister Con-"
"Don't call me dat!" Spot said facing her. "Fine...but if you slack off or slip up once, just once ya hear...then yer gone" he said sternly and very seriously. Reina fought the urge to grin widely.
"How do I start...?"
By: Laney Sanchez
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Note: I do not own any of the newsies characters except for Reina. I really dunno WHY I'm taking on one more story, but I love Newsies and especially Spot [Who doesn't? ^_~]. Also incase you were wondering, it isn't a typo that Reina doesn't speak like Spot. She wasn't originally from New York. So therefore she doesn't have an accent. Hope that cleared it up a bit.
Enjoy.
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Chapter Four ~ Eyes Sparkling With Renewed Determination
The door burst open and smacked one of the boys in the face. "'Ey! ...Aye my nose..." the boy whined, rubbing it sorely.
Spot stood up immediately and rushed to the door. Reina stepped in, a sparkle was renewed in her eyes that simply was not there before. Even Spot stood back as she entered. She turned her determined gaze to Spot and he eyed her, unsure. "Whaddya want?" he asked, turning up his nose a little.
"Mister Conlon-"
Spot snapped his fingers and motioned for the boys to leave. Once they had he pulled over an old chair and sat down. He stretched his legs out, his cane still at his side. Then much to her disdain, Spot pulled out a cigar and small, tattered box of matches, lighting the cigar.
Reina glared but stepped forward. If she was going to take charge of her life...she would need courage now. Reina slapped the cigar from his mouth. "That's a filthy habit"
Spot's eyes went large as though she had just insulted him by calling him girlie or something. "I want a job...I know you can help me out in that department" then she suddenly added "And it will NOT consist of any sort of prostitution"
Spot glared at her for a moment. " don't accept girls. Yous ain't stayin' ere"
Reina crossed her arms. "Well, you certainly had no arguments this morning if I stayed" She was not about to back down now.
Spot stood and walked straight up to her. Apparently neither was Spot. He stood inches from her and lowered his face to hers. Not in a romantic way that lovers do but more in a threatening way that one does when picking a fight.
"Yous were sick then. Yer fine now ain'tcha?" he said with a nasty tone to his voice. As Reina opened her mouth to speak, Spot interrupted her. "Plus...kitten you got a lot fight in ya...an I don't appreciate girls comin' in ere an actin' like they run da place"
Spot turned away from her, heading back for his chair.
Reina was left speechless for a moment and she looked down. She then glanced back to Spot for just a moment. Her eyes had softened, though still determined. "Are you...scared...that a ...girl may just be able to hang with the ...'big boys'?"
This stopped Spot in his tracks. He didn't face her but the look on his face was disgruntled.
Reina stepped forward. "Well...Mister Con-"
"Don't call me dat!" Spot said facing her. "Fine...but if you slack off or slip up once, just once ya hear...then yer gone" he said sternly and very seriously. Reina fought the urge to grin widely.
"How do I start...?"