Yeah, this fic is really complete, but I'm evil. I know. I need some motivation to start writing my normal fics again, so if you could read them…Resocialization and Torn Apart I'd be greatly in debt to you.
Bitter awoke to find herself being shaken by a familiar-looking person.
"Get up Bittah, we got papes ta sell," Spot said. She mumbled something and rolled out of bed. Spot threw some clothes at her and watched her as she made her way sleepily to the restroom.
When she came out, he was sitting on a chair waiting for her, impatiently. No one else was around and he got up, a frown on his face, "C'mon, everyone's already left so I guess I'se gonna hafta teach ya how to sell taday," he said.
She followed him to the distribution center. She didn't see anyone familiar there, not even the girls from the lodging house. He bought some papes and gave her half of them. "Airight, now just remember headlines' don't sell papes, newsies sell papes," he said as he led her to a good selling spot.
Bitter watched him sell for a while, taking in all that he was doing. She was a quick learner and learned best by watching people. He turned to her, seeing him stare at her and blushed a little, saying, "Why don't you take a try?"
She smiled as he caught her staring at her and blushed back. She scanned the paper and yelled out a headline. Sure enough, people hounded her and she had already gotten rid of half of her papes. He looked at her surprised, but just shut his mouth and continued to yell out lines, Bitter joining in. She was out before he was and took a seat on the ground.
He kicked her lightly as she was dozing off and she got up. "Ya hungry?" he asked her.
Bitter smiled and shook her head, "Not really," she said. She didn't have much of an appetite and never ate unless she was actually hungry. "Me neither," Spot said surprisingly enough. "So, how 'bout those lessons? I'm suah Shootah an' Topsy are at de docks by now," he said, holding out a hand to help her up.
She got up by herself with an air of pride and let him lead her to the Brooklyn docks. Sure enough, Shooter was there with Topsy, teaching her the basics. Topsy turned around to see her friend and ran to her. "I was so worried," she said, giving her a hug.
Bitter smiled, "Aww, I'se fine, de wound barely hoits anymore," she said.
Spot watched the two with a smirk and ignored the glares he was getting from Shooter. She walked up to him as the two girls conversed. She hit him on the shoulder, "What de hell was last night about Spot?" she asked him with a frown, "Ya know I kin take care of me goils'."
Spot sighed, "I didn't want ya gettin' all woiked up like ya do," he said.
Shooter glared at him, "Dat ain't it an' ya know it," she said. "I know what's goin' on, Spot Conlon. Ya sweet on dat goil, an' you was worried," she said quietly.
Spot just gave her a look that said 'don't go there' and walked away from her, going up to the two girls.
"We got things we'se supposed ta be doing," he said, crossing his arms, interrupting the girls' conversation.
Bitter sighed and said a quick 'talk ta ya latah,' before following Spot to a different part of the docks. Spot began to show her the basic techniques of fighting and Bitter just rolled her eyes. "I know how to fight," she said, as Spot threw her a look.
Spot smirked, "Fine, if dat's what ya think, show me what ya got," he said, getting ready to take it easy on her.
Bitter smiled and brought her fists up. She motioned for him to come at her and sure enough he did. She grabbed his flying fist and took out his legs at the same time, making him fall to the ground. She pinned him there and smiled, "Ya wanna try me again?" she asked.
Spot smirked, "Dat was a simple move," he said as she let him up.
She narrowed her eyes, "Fine, let's try dat again, mutt," she said.
Shooter and Topsy stopped to watch, hearing the two going at it with their words.
"I'll teach ya ta call me dat," he said, lunging at her. She brought her knee up and he doubled over but still punched out with his fists. She caught one with her left hand and punched him square in the face with such a force that made him fall backwards.
She stood over him with a wide smile, "Thanks fer de lesson, mutt," she said.
He groaned and cursed at her. She walked off ignoring his words and Shooter looked at Topsy with a grin. "Go help him up, I'se gonna talk ta Bittah," she said.
Topsy went over to Spot and helped him up, apologizing for Bitter's behavior and smiling her wonderful smile that seemed to lighten everyone up.
Shooter ran after Topsy and tapped her on the shoulder. Bitter turned around to see Shooter grinning at her. "How's Topsy doin'?" she asked.
Shooter smiled, "She's a quick learner," she said, "but what I want to know is where de hell did you learn to fight like that?"
Bitter's grin faded and she turned angrily at Shooter, "I don't talk about me past, so don't ask again," she said.
Shooter decided to lay off and the two walked in silence for a while. Bitter's stomach growling was the thing to break the silence and the girls burst out with laughter.
"Hungry?" Shooter asked.
Bitter nodded. "I know de poifect place," Shooter said and led her into some back alleys.
Bitter heard something crash behind her and looked nervously around. Shooter had a gut wrenching feeling in her stomach and began to walk quicker.
Two identical, large looking boys appeared in front of them. They backed up, only to find themselves completely surrounded.
"Why what have we heah," a familiar voice said.
"Trick," Shooter muttered under her breath, anger in her voice.
"Ya always pick on goils?" Bitter asked as she turned to see the tall, blue-eyed boy.
Trick smiled smugly, "I wouldn't call you two goils," he said with a laugh.
Bitter lunged at him angrily and punched him repeatedly. Shooter joined in on the fun, taking on two of the four goons. Bitter felt herself being uplifted from the ground and thrown into the brick wall of the alley. Blood trickled from her head, but she got up quickly so as to not be defenseless. She found two goons in front of her and easily took them down, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked over to see Shooter being held by a goon and Trick throwing wild punches. He was about to take his knife out when Bitter jumped on his back.
They both fell backwards and he landed on her. Bitter pushed him off of her with all her strength and just as Shooter was finishing off the last goon, she grabbed her by the arm and began to drag her through a series of alleys. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew if she stopped, that it would be the end of them.
Shooter stopped her, after losing the goons and both sat down warily, worn out completely. Shooter smiled at Bitter and wiped the blood from her mouth. "Thanks," she said. Bitter just nodded and tried to catch her breath, she knew that from now on, she knew who she wanted to be with in a fight.
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