A/N: Ya know how I said no more Spot for a few chapters. I lied.
Chapter 10
James POV(just so ya know)
Flame and Hour treated Kathryn like she was one of the boys. James wasn't sure how to react to her. Kathryn he'd decided was an odd girl. While most girls of their class were away at school, or sowing; Kathryn was running away to live in the street. Even more odd to James was that he was accompanying her. Looking around he realized he didn't have any idea of where they were, or where they were going.
"Where are we headed?" James asked.
"Brooklyn," Hour replied.
"Brooklyn, why Brooklyn. There are gangs in Brooklyn." James stopped dead.
"There are gangs everywhere get over it." Kathryn shot at him. "Anyway, No one will attack us."
"Yeah," added Flame. "We're friends of Spot, Spot owns Brooklyn."
"Spot is Brooklyn," said Kathryn grabbing James' arm to make him move.
James still wasn't too sure about going to Brooklyn. Whether it was as safe as they said was debatable. Kathryn would probably walk into a lion's cage if she thought it was safe. James on the other hand, wouldn't. She also trusted these boys. James couldn't see why.
"James keep up." Kathryn yelled at him. "We're almost dere."
Kathryn and the boys had begun to run. James shook his head; this probably had not been the best idea. They rounded a corner to find a few warehouses next to the water. They walked over to one particularly beat up one and Flame opened to door.
"Welcome to de Newsboys lodging house." Kathryn smiled as she spoke. "The public have to donate money for a real one to be built, and not enough people in Brooklyn has enough to donate anything. So the newsies made deir own."
James studied the room from outside. It had plenty of space to accommodate all the boys, and there was a second floor. The make shift beds were mattresses on the floor and the place was fairly clean all things considered. About 20 boys sat on the floor off to the side talking. Hour ran to go join them.
"So where is this Spot boy. I'd like to meet him." James said assertively.
"Prolly upstairs playing poker." Replied Flame heading towards the stairs.
"Shall we," James said motioning Kathryn to go first.
"Work on your accent, dere's nuthin' some dese boys like better dan to tease a rich boy." Kathryn suggested as they walked up stairs.
"Flame, ya did what!?!" yelled someone as James made it up to the top of the steps.
"Well, she's one of us. So I figured she might like some help out." Flame replied defensively.
"How did ya know where she lives?" asked another boy.
"I told 'im." James presumed this boy was Stev.
"Miss me Spot?" Kathryn asked walking over to the boy who had yelled at Flame and used his shoulder as an arm rest. He was about Kathryn's same height maybe a little taller, and had a sling shot at his waist and a golden tipped cane in his belt lope.
"'Ey Daggers." The boy said then he noticed James. "Who's he?"
"Spot this is," Kathryn stopped and studied James for a moment. "Jamie."
James did not much approve of his new name but didn't object.
"Jamie, huh. Does he speak?" Spot asked looking directly at James.
"Ye-ah, I speak." James imitated the other boys ruff form of speech by changing his yes to a yeah mid word.
Kathryn suppressed a giggle.
"Ye-ah. Looks like a scabba." Spot said shrugging off Kathryn's arm and sitting back down to the interrupted poker game.
"Deal me in," Flame said sitting down.
"And me," Kathryn said slipping in next to Spot with her back to James. "Ya gonna play Jamie?"
"Na, I'll sit out." James said sitting off to the side.
"Don't know how to play," Kathryn asked turning to face him this time.
" Just don't wanna play."
"Ya sure, we're playin' wit cash." She said with a certain twinkle in her eye.
"Daggers he don't make 'im play if he don' wanna." Spot said without looking at her. "It's not like he needs our money wid that kinda suit."
Several of the boys laughed and Kathryn smacked Spot upside the head.
"Speakin' of clothes, dis dress ding ain't working for me. Anyone got an extra set?" Daggers asked picking up her cards.
"But ya looked so good in a dress," one of the boys teased her.
"Just wait till I'm not in a dress and I soak ya." Daggers replied in a similar tone.
"Now dat wouldn't be fair," Flame said.
"Why not?" the boy asked.
"Rocket don't hit goils." Flame answered.
The boys all laughed. Kathryn chuckled and shook her head. James watched as the boys continued to tease Kathryn and she'd return with empty threats. Though he had to wonder what was so bad about getting wet.
The game went on for a while then they all got up to go to bed. Kathryn led him down the stairs, James couldn't help but notice that Spot was the only one who remained upstairs. Kathryn found him a mattress to sleep on then left to let him sleep.
James was tempted to leave in the middle of the night to go back home. James didn't know what a 'scabba' was but he was pretty sure he didn't want to be one, and he definitely didn't like this Spot. Coming with Kathryn had not been a good idea.
Chapter 10
James POV(just so ya know)
Flame and Hour treated Kathryn like she was one of the boys. James wasn't sure how to react to her. Kathryn he'd decided was an odd girl. While most girls of their class were away at school, or sowing; Kathryn was running away to live in the street. Even more odd to James was that he was accompanying her. Looking around he realized he didn't have any idea of where they were, or where they were going.
"Where are we headed?" James asked.
"Brooklyn," Hour replied.
"Brooklyn, why Brooklyn. There are gangs in Brooklyn." James stopped dead.
"There are gangs everywhere get over it." Kathryn shot at him. "Anyway, No one will attack us."
"Yeah," added Flame. "We're friends of Spot, Spot owns Brooklyn."
"Spot is Brooklyn," said Kathryn grabbing James' arm to make him move.
James still wasn't too sure about going to Brooklyn. Whether it was as safe as they said was debatable. Kathryn would probably walk into a lion's cage if she thought it was safe. James on the other hand, wouldn't. She also trusted these boys. James couldn't see why.
"James keep up." Kathryn yelled at him. "We're almost dere."
Kathryn and the boys had begun to run. James shook his head; this probably had not been the best idea. They rounded a corner to find a few warehouses next to the water. They walked over to one particularly beat up one and Flame opened to door.
"Welcome to de Newsboys lodging house." Kathryn smiled as she spoke. "The public have to donate money for a real one to be built, and not enough people in Brooklyn has enough to donate anything. So the newsies made deir own."
James studied the room from outside. It had plenty of space to accommodate all the boys, and there was a second floor. The make shift beds were mattresses on the floor and the place was fairly clean all things considered. About 20 boys sat on the floor off to the side talking. Hour ran to go join them.
"So where is this Spot boy. I'd like to meet him." James said assertively.
"Prolly upstairs playing poker." Replied Flame heading towards the stairs.
"Shall we," James said motioning Kathryn to go first.
"Work on your accent, dere's nuthin' some dese boys like better dan to tease a rich boy." Kathryn suggested as they walked up stairs.
"Flame, ya did what!?!" yelled someone as James made it up to the top of the steps.
"Well, she's one of us. So I figured she might like some help out." Flame replied defensively.
"How did ya know where she lives?" asked another boy.
"I told 'im." James presumed this boy was Stev.
"Miss me Spot?" Kathryn asked walking over to the boy who had yelled at Flame and used his shoulder as an arm rest. He was about Kathryn's same height maybe a little taller, and had a sling shot at his waist and a golden tipped cane in his belt lope.
"'Ey Daggers." The boy said then he noticed James. "Who's he?"
"Spot this is," Kathryn stopped and studied James for a moment. "Jamie."
James did not much approve of his new name but didn't object.
"Jamie, huh. Does he speak?" Spot asked looking directly at James.
"Ye-ah, I speak." James imitated the other boys ruff form of speech by changing his yes to a yeah mid word.
Kathryn suppressed a giggle.
"Ye-ah. Looks like a scabba." Spot said shrugging off Kathryn's arm and sitting back down to the interrupted poker game.
"Deal me in," Flame said sitting down.
"And me," Kathryn said slipping in next to Spot with her back to James. "Ya gonna play Jamie?"
"Na, I'll sit out." James said sitting off to the side.
"Don't know how to play," Kathryn asked turning to face him this time.
" Just don't wanna play."
"Ya sure, we're playin' wit cash." She said with a certain twinkle in her eye.
"Daggers he don't make 'im play if he don' wanna." Spot said without looking at her. "It's not like he needs our money wid that kinda suit."
Several of the boys laughed and Kathryn smacked Spot upside the head.
"Speakin' of clothes, dis dress ding ain't working for me. Anyone got an extra set?" Daggers asked picking up her cards.
"But ya looked so good in a dress," one of the boys teased her.
"Just wait till I'm not in a dress and I soak ya." Daggers replied in a similar tone.
"Now dat wouldn't be fair," Flame said.
"Why not?" the boy asked.
"Rocket don't hit goils." Flame answered.
The boys all laughed. Kathryn chuckled and shook her head. James watched as the boys continued to tease Kathryn and she'd return with empty threats. Though he had to wonder what was so bad about getting wet.
The game went on for a while then they all got up to go to bed. Kathryn led him down the stairs, James couldn't help but notice that Spot was the only one who remained upstairs. Kathryn found him a mattress to sleep on then left to let him sleep.
James was tempted to leave in the middle of the night to go back home. James didn't know what a 'scabba' was but he was pretty sure he didn't want to be one, and he definitely didn't like this Spot. Coming with Kathryn had not been a good idea.
