(A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Thank you to all my reviewers.
I'm sorry this chapter is such a short one, but chapter 5 will be a lot
longer, I promise. )
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By two thirty, Cora had all but given up on Spot's visit. He hadn't shown up like he said he would. Cora couldn't say she was surprised. She got the feeling that for some reason, Spot didn't want his newsies to know of his friendship with her. Confused, Cora drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Cora awoke at about 10. She didn't have work that day since it was Sunday, and being that her family had no religion, she didn't need to worry about church. Her mother had managed to find a job on Sundays as well, so Cora was alone. She decided to finish unpacking what her mother hadn't; Her grandfathers belongings. They had been inherited when he passed away a few months ago. Cora had never been close with her grandparents. Her grandparents were very wealthy, and Kathlynn's choice to marry a commoner upset them greatly. Still, they saw Cora and her mother on holidays such as Christmas and Easter, which they celebrated despite their lack of religion. Cora's grandfather had left them the strangest things, among them shirts, a suit, and surprisingly, his most prized possession. Cora's grandfather never actually needed the assistance of a walking stick. Still, he liked the way he looked when he walked with one, and had invested in the purchase of one of the finest. It was made out of the finest wood money could buy, and stained a deep black. The top had been coated with a gold design, 14 karats of it. When the will was read and this item given to Cora's mother, both her and her Grandmother had been shocked. Still, Cora's mother had kept it, and brought it along on their journey to America.
"Heyya Sweet face, whatcha doin inside on a day like this?" asked Spot through a window Cora hadn't been aware of as open.
"None of your business" Cora said flatly, not forgetting how she had waited up for him last night.
"Look, I'se sorry I couldn't make it up ta see ya last night, me newsies kept causin a racket an I had ta keep'em outta trouble" Spot apologized, faking sincerity.
Cora saw right past this excuse. "I didn't hear any racket last night" she said flatly, trying to make it seem as if she didn't care Spot didn't show up. Then a thought struck her. Why should she care? Sure, Spot was good looking, but she didn't even know what kind of substance, if any, he had.
"Whatcha got there?" Spot asked, breaking Cora's thoughts. She looked down to see she had been fingering the cane.
"It belonged to my grandfather. My mum inherited it after he passed away." She said simply.
"Oh, I'se sorry ta hear dat." He said sincerely.
"Well, we weren't very close anyhow." Cora said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Wow, me an me grandpa were." Spot said.
"Really?" Cora asked, curious to know anything at all about Spot's past.
"Yea, he raised me like 'is own son." Spot said rather quietly.
"Whatever happened to your parents?" Cora asked.
"Ya know, for a goil, you sure do ask a lotta questions." Spot said, once again avoiding the subject of his parents.
"And you certainly manage to avoid a lot of questions" Cora said, making Spot smile the way it did the first time she had said that to him.
"Alright fine I'll tell ya, but if you'se tell anyone" Spot started.
"Why do you always worry about other people finding things out about you?" Cora asked seriously.
"Cora ya don't understand, I'se the leader of the Brooklyn newsies" At this, Cora rolled her eyes. "Seriously Cora, I'se in charge of tha lives of boys no one else in Brooklyn cares ta worry about. Ta everybody else, they'se street rats, but they mean something ta me. They all come from bad backgrounds, but they don't let it show, they'se as tough as nails every one a dem. If they evah knew that me, their leadah, was soft about anything, like me parents or me grandpa or you or-" Spot stopped, and Cora stared at him. They stared at each other. Spot didn't know what to say, and Cora couldn't find words. Spot leaned in and kissed her. He didn't know why. He didn't know if he should have, but he did.
"Spot?" Cora whispered, breaking the silence.
"Yeah?" Spot asked.
"I understand," She said, fully meaning it.
"Good" Spot answered. "I'se glad ya see what I'se tryin ta say."
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By two thirty, Cora had all but given up on Spot's visit. He hadn't shown up like he said he would. Cora couldn't say she was surprised. She got the feeling that for some reason, Spot didn't want his newsies to know of his friendship with her. Confused, Cora drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Cora awoke at about 10. She didn't have work that day since it was Sunday, and being that her family had no religion, she didn't need to worry about church. Her mother had managed to find a job on Sundays as well, so Cora was alone. She decided to finish unpacking what her mother hadn't; Her grandfathers belongings. They had been inherited when he passed away a few months ago. Cora had never been close with her grandparents. Her grandparents were very wealthy, and Kathlynn's choice to marry a commoner upset them greatly. Still, they saw Cora and her mother on holidays such as Christmas and Easter, which they celebrated despite their lack of religion. Cora's grandfather had left them the strangest things, among them shirts, a suit, and surprisingly, his most prized possession. Cora's grandfather never actually needed the assistance of a walking stick. Still, he liked the way he looked when he walked with one, and had invested in the purchase of one of the finest. It was made out of the finest wood money could buy, and stained a deep black. The top had been coated with a gold design, 14 karats of it. When the will was read and this item given to Cora's mother, both her and her Grandmother had been shocked. Still, Cora's mother had kept it, and brought it along on their journey to America.
"Heyya Sweet face, whatcha doin inside on a day like this?" asked Spot through a window Cora hadn't been aware of as open.
"None of your business" Cora said flatly, not forgetting how she had waited up for him last night.
"Look, I'se sorry I couldn't make it up ta see ya last night, me newsies kept causin a racket an I had ta keep'em outta trouble" Spot apologized, faking sincerity.
Cora saw right past this excuse. "I didn't hear any racket last night" she said flatly, trying to make it seem as if she didn't care Spot didn't show up. Then a thought struck her. Why should she care? Sure, Spot was good looking, but she didn't even know what kind of substance, if any, he had.
"Whatcha got there?" Spot asked, breaking Cora's thoughts. She looked down to see she had been fingering the cane.
"It belonged to my grandfather. My mum inherited it after he passed away." She said simply.
"Oh, I'se sorry ta hear dat." He said sincerely.
"Well, we weren't very close anyhow." Cora said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Wow, me an me grandpa were." Spot said.
"Really?" Cora asked, curious to know anything at all about Spot's past.
"Yea, he raised me like 'is own son." Spot said rather quietly.
"Whatever happened to your parents?" Cora asked.
"Ya know, for a goil, you sure do ask a lotta questions." Spot said, once again avoiding the subject of his parents.
"And you certainly manage to avoid a lot of questions" Cora said, making Spot smile the way it did the first time she had said that to him.
"Alright fine I'll tell ya, but if you'se tell anyone" Spot started.
"Why do you always worry about other people finding things out about you?" Cora asked seriously.
"Cora ya don't understand, I'se the leader of the Brooklyn newsies" At this, Cora rolled her eyes. "Seriously Cora, I'se in charge of tha lives of boys no one else in Brooklyn cares ta worry about. Ta everybody else, they'se street rats, but they mean something ta me. They all come from bad backgrounds, but they don't let it show, they'se as tough as nails every one a dem. If they evah knew that me, their leadah, was soft about anything, like me parents or me grandpa or you or-" Spot stopped, and Cora stared at him. They stared at each other. Spot didn't know what to say, and Cora couldn't find words. Spot leaned in and kissed her. He didn't know why. He didn't know if he should have, but he did.
"Spot?" Cora whispered, breaking the silence.
"Yeah?" Spot asked.
"I understand," She said, fully meaning it.
"Good" Spot answered. "I'se glad ya see what I'se tryin ta say."