I walked into the room on Blink's arm. I noticed a few of the boys
staring wide-eyed at Blink as if this wasn't a common occurrence.
"Any of you know of a Michael Conlon?" he asked the room. One of the boys tried to stifle a laugh, but Blink didn't notice.
"Blink," the boy said laughing and moving from my post on the opposite side of a my bunk bed, "Think for a second. Ya realize what ya askin'? Conlon, Blinky-boy, Conlon." A look of confusion crossed Blink's face and this time the other boy didn't even try to hide the laugh that came out. He continued, "Spot. Spot Conlon. Michael Conlon. Michael is Spot. Got dat?"
"Yeah, yeah. I knew that all along. I was just seein' if you did," Blink said, trying to cover up his blunder unsuccessfully. I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
The same boy looked at me and asked, "Ya got a name, goil?"
Blink started to answer for me, but I cut him off. "I can speak for myself. The name's Alexandra Conlon, but I'd prefer Alex if ya don't mind. Ya got one?"
"Yeah. Anthony Higgins, but call me Racetrack. Or Race if ya too lazy ta say da whole thing."
I saw a him flash a thumbs-up at Blink and I cut him off. "And before you ask, Blink and I ain't tagether. I ain't one of ya little whores dat ya only like for five seconds. I'se more respectable den dat."
"Sorry, didn't mean ta offend ya. And Blink ain't da type ta use a goil den lose 'er, for the record," he tried to explain.
"Sure ya didn't," I said skeptically.
"You'se is just like ya bruddah, goil," he told me. Other boys nodded in agreement and I remembered Michael. Or Spot, as they called him here.
"So, who is my brother? Do I get to meet him anytime soon?" I asked.
"Oh, trust me, hon, you'll be seein' a lot of ya bruddah. He nevah goes away. But I wouldn't be too excited if I was you. He's protective of his boys, I don' wanna think what he'd be like with ya. Just a warnin'," he told me
"So, he's a newsboy too?" she asked.
"Of course, Sweets. We all are," I said.
"Don't you ever call me 'hon' or 'sweets' again!" I yelled. "Now, will someone please take me to my brother?"
"I'll do that," a tall blonde boy said as he walked over from the back of the room. "Ya shoulda asked me in the first place."
The girl looked at me questioningly so I told her, "Jack Kelly. He's da 'Hattan leadah. Sorry, Jack, didn't mean ta take ya place. And trust me, I don' want it."
"Dat's only 'cause ya couldn't handle it," Jack said cockily. He turned to the girl, "Ya want me ta take ya?"
"It's all right, Jack, I'll take her," the boy offered.
"And leave da pokah game?" Jack said in surprise.
"I'se broke, Jack. I don't have da money left ta play. Dis would be a service ta me if ya let me take her. Please?"
"All right, all right. Go ahead. But I wanna know what Spot says, 'kay?" Jack said as he walked back towards the end of the room.
"'Kay," he told him. He looked at me, "Dat all right?"
"Sure," I said as he grabbed his hat and led me out the door. "So, let me get this straight. My brother Michael is now the leader of the Brooklyn newsboys and people call him a name you'd expect for a household pet?"
He grinned, "Basically, yeah. But don' tell him I said dat, 'kay?"
"What, you scared of him?" I asked, smirking.
"I ain't scared a no one!" he said, trying to defend his honor. I laughed and he started laughing too. "Well, maybe a little. But, I'se one of da few guys still smallah den him."
"So he's small?" I asked, still not knowing anything about my brother.
"You'll see," he said grinning. "But ya, he's pretty shrimpy. Got da most respect of any newsie evah though. No one evah insults him, or he'll get sudden death."
"So he's a tough-ass?" I asked him, trying to picture Michael in my mind, but I just couldn't. There were still too many gaps left to fill in.
"Ya could say dat. Dontcha know anythin' about ya own bruddah?" he asked.
"I haven't seen him since I was about five years old. And that was over ten years ago. Don't recollect him too much, no."
"Oh, so, how old are ya now?" Race asked interested. I looked at him trying not to laugh.
"Seventeen, you?" I answered.
"Eighteen," he told me, and I thought I noticed a small smile creeping onto his face. I heard him muttering to himself, though I'm not sure what it was he was saying. "Well, heah we are," he announced when we reached some docks. "Dis is Spot's perch. He should be ovah dere."
A muscular boy pulled himself out of the water and slid a shirt on. "Ya heah for Spot?" he asked Racetrack, who nodded. "Lemme take ya to him," he said leading the way further down the docks to where my brother was apparently waiting.
I saw a relatively small boy sitting on a wooden post on the docks, slingshot in one hand and a cane resting on the other side of him. "Spot?" I asked meekly.
"Dats me name," he said. "And who're ya supposed ta be?"
"Your sister," I said and he looked at me in disbelief.
Shaking his head he asked, "Alex?"
A/N: Alright, I'm just trying this out for fun, its an exploration of a little tidbit of what happened in my friend Mouth's story that I wanted to take and run with it (mostly because it was about moi!) so bear with me here.
Shoutouts:
Firecracker- Yeah, I know he would have, but ya know what? This is my fic and Blink is stupid. LOL, Patch is gonna kill me for that. Then again, she didn't kill me for making the two of them make out. If she asks, tell her that I think he's stupid but hot. And very good at pelvic thrusts. LOL. Anyway, I'm working on a new chapter of WUAS so expect it sometime this weekend.
Windy- Glad ya like it. I'll have some more up again soon. I'm a very fast update - erm -- person.
Priscilla- Well, this is short too, but I'm on a tight schedule and I don't have much time for writing at the moment. But the next scene will be the introduction, so keep reading.
Sprite- Yay! Its my travelling reviewer that reviews everything. It makes me feel special XD I'll update this and WUAS soon, but you need to update too! I'm waiting, and not too patiently. Haha. Update soon!
Liz- Thanks, glad ya like it.
Okay, more soon. Review because I crave reviews like a nymphomaniac craves sex (don't even ask about that quote)!! Well, byya!
"Any of you know of a Michael Conlon?" he asked the room. One of the boys tried to stifle a laugh, but Blink didn't notice.
"Blink," the boy said laughing and moving from my post on the opposite side of a my bunk bed, "Think for a second. Ya realize what ya askin'? Conlon, Blinky-boy, Conlon." A look of confusion crossed Blink's face and this time the other boy didn't even try to hide the laugh that came out. He continued, "Spot. Spot Conlon. Michael Conlon. Michael is Spot. Got dat?"
"Yeah, yeah. I knew that all along. I was just seein' if you did," Blink said, trying to cover up his blunder unsuccessfully. I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
The same boy looked at me and asked, "Ya got a name, goil?"
Blink started to answer for me, but I cut him off. "I can speak for myself. The name's Alexandra Conlon, but I'd prefer Alex if ya don't mind. Ya got one?"
"Yeah. Anthony Higgins, but call me Racetrack. Or Race if ya too lazy ta say da whole thing."
I saw a him flash a thumbs-up at Blink and I cut him off. "And before you ask, Blink and I ain't tagether. I ain't one of ya little whores dat ya only like for five seconds. I'se more respectable den dat."
"Sorry, didn't mean ta offend ya. And Blink ain't da type ta use a goil den lose 'er, for the record," he tried to explain.
"Sure ya didn't," I said skeptically.
"You'se is just like ya bruddah, goil," he told me. Other boys nodded in agreement and I remembered Michael. Or Spot, as they called him here.
"So, who is my brother? Do I get to meet him anytime soon?" I asked.
"Oh, trust me, hon, you'll be seein' a lot of ya bruddah. He nevah goes away. But I wouldn't be too excited if I was you. He's protective of his boys, I don' wanna think what he'd be like with ya. Just a warnin'," he told me
"So, he's a newsboy too?" she asked.
"Of course, Sweets. We all are," I said.
"Don't you ever call me 'hon' or 'sweets' again!" I yelled. "Now, will someone please take me to my brother?"
"I'll do that," a tall blonde boy said as he walked over from the back of the room. "Ya shoulda asked me in the first place."
The girl looked at me questioningly so I told her, "Jack Kelly. He's da 'Hattan leadah. Sorry, Jack, didn't mean ta take ya place. And trust me, I don' want it."
"Dat's only 'cause ya couldn't handle it," Jack said cockily. He turned to the girl, "Ya want me ta take ya?"
"It's all right, Jack, I'll take her," the boy offered.
"And leave da pokah game?" Jack said in surprise.
"I'se broke, Jack. I don't have da money left ta play. Dis would be a service ta me if ya let me take her. Please?"
"All right, all right. Go ahead. But I wanna know what Spot says, 'kay?" Jack said as he walked back towards the end of the room.
"'Kay," he told him. He looked at me, "Dat all right?"
"Sure," I said as he grabbed his hat and led me out the door. "So, let me get this straight. My brother Michael is now the leader of the Brooklyn newsboys and people call him a name you'd expect for a household pet?"
He grinned, "Basically, yeah. But don' tell him I said dat, 'kay?"
"What, you scared of him?" I asked, smirking.
"I ain't scared a no one!" he said, trying to defend his honor. I laughed and he started laughing too. "Well, maybe a little. But, I'se one of da few guys still smallah den him."
"So he's small?" I asked, still not knowing anything about my brother.
"You'll see," he said grinning. "But ya, he's pretty shrimpy. Got da most respect of any newsie evah though. No one evah insults him, or he'll get sudden death."
"So he's a tough-ass?" I asked him, trying to picture Michael in my mind, but I just couldn't. There were still too many gaps left to fill in.
"Ya could say dat. Dontcha know anythin' about ya own bruddah?" he asked.
"I haven't seen him since I was about five years old. And that was over ten years ago. Don't recollect him too much, no."
"Oh, so, how old are ya now?" Race asked interested. I looked at him trying not to laugh.
"Seventeen, you?" I answered.
"Eighteen," he told me, and I thought I noticed a small smile creeping onto his face. I heard him muttering to himself, though I'm not sure what it was he was saying. "Well, heah we are," he announced when we reached some docks. "Dis is Spot's perch. He should be ovah dere."
A muscular boy pulled himself out of the water and slid a shirt on. "Ya heah for Spot?" he asked Racetrack, who nodded. "Lemme take ya to him," he said leading the way further down the docks to where my brother was apparently waiting.
I saw a relatively small boy sitting on a wooden post on the docks, slingshot in one hand and a cane resting on the other side of him. "Spot?" I asked meekly.
"Dats me name," he said. "And who're ya supposed ta be?"
"Your sister," I said and he looked at me in disbelief.
Shaking his head he asked, "Alex?"
A/N: Alright, I'm just trying this out for fun, its an exploration of a little tidbit of what happened in my friend Mouth's story that I wanted to take and run with it (mostly because it was about moi!) so bear with me here.
Shoutouts:
Firecracker- Yeah, I know he would have, but ya know what? This is my fic and Blink is stupid. LOL, Patch is gonna kill me for that. Then again, she didn't kill me for making the two of them make out. If she asks, tell her that I think he's stupid but hot. And very good at pelvic thrusts. LOL. Anyway, I'm working on a new chapter of WUAS so expect it sometime this weekend.
Windy- Glad ya like it. I'll have some more up again soon. I'm a very fast update - erm -- person.
Priscilla- Well, this is short too, but I'm on a tight schedule and I don't have much time for writing at the moment. But the next scene will be the introduction, so keep reading.
Sprite- Yay! Its my travelling reviewer that reviews everything. It makes me feel special XD I'll update this and WUAS soon, but you need to update too! I'm waiting, and not too patiently. Haha. Update soon!
Liz- Thanks, glad ya like it.
Okay, more soon. Review because I crave reviews like a nymphomaniac craves sex (don't even ask about that quote)!! Well, byya!