Chapter 3
A month went by and Kate was becoming a great newsies. She and Spot had become best friends. Everyday after selling all his morning papers, Spot would go to the lodging house where he and Kate would talk about things like politics. Then they would go and sell the afternoon edition. Everyday they fell further in love with each other but they wouldn't admit it to each other or themselves. Kate convinced herself that she could never fall in love. She was afraid of getting hurt. Spot had convinced himself that he wasn't in love. He had a reputation to uphold. But whenever they saw each other with other people they always felt a pang of jealousy. One as Spot was walking to the lodging house, he decided he couldn't convince his heart that he didn't love her but he didn't know if she felt the same way about him.
Kate sat on an extra bunk on the third floor waiting for Spot to come back. She thought about her few months as a newsie. Spot had been so nice to her. She had to admit that she had fallen head over heels in love with him but she didn't know if he felt the same way about her. She knew she had to tell Spot her past. She just didn't know when the right time to tell him was. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. When Spot walked in the door, Kate just stared at him. A couple of strands of hair fell in his crystal blue eyes as he turned his head towards her. He ran his fingers through his blonde brown hair. He is so adorable, she thought to herself. Spot sat down next to her and stared straight ahead. There was an ackward silence. They had always been able to talk but it just felt ackward like the first time they had been up there. Spot couldn't think of what to say. Should he tell her how he feels? He could think. Kate was trying to think of what to say too. Should she tell him how she feels?
"How are the headlines?" Kate asked.
"They're pretty good. How did you sleep last night?" Spot replied
"Good." Kate answered.
"Have any nightmares lately?" Spot asked.
"No." Kate replied.
"That's good." Spot said.
Kate started to think about what had happened in her past. She decided that this wasn't the right time to tell him her past.
"Why won't ya go ta Manhattan?" Spot asked. It had been on Spot's mind for a while and he figured he would ask her.
"It's a personal choice." Kate replied.
"Are ya afraid of somethin'?" Spot persisted.
"Why do you care?" Kate asked trying to avoid the subject of her past.
"Well your family is probably really worried about ya. Are you afraid of someone in your family?" Spot replied.
"I told my family not to worry. I'm not afraid of anyone in my family. I love them all very much. Something happened to me in Manhattan and I promised myself I wouldn't go back." Kate answered.
"What happened?" Spot asked.
"I don't want to talk about it. We should go. The papes don't sell themselves." Kate replied.
"Fine. Let's go then." Spot said.
After they had gotten their papers, they started to walk in the opposite direction of where they normally sold.
"Where are we going?" Kate asked.
"A different sellin' spot. Gotta change every once in awhile." Spot replied.
As they walked they talked about various things. Spot tried to keep her mind off of where they were going. Kate was so into the conversation that she didn't notice that they had walked over the Brooklyn Bridge and over into Manhattan.
A/N: sorry I haven't updated for a while but I've been at my grandparents because my grandpa is dying and I've had writers block. I'll try and write chapter 4 as soon as possible.
A month went by and Kate was becoming a great newsies. She and Spot had become best friends. Everyday after selling all his morning papers, Spot would go to the lodging house where he and Kate would talk about things like politics. Then they would go and sell the afternoon edition. Everyday they fell further in love with each other but they wouldn't admit it to each other or themselves. Kate convinced herself that she could never fall in love. She was afraid of getting hurt. Spot had convinced himself that he wasn't in love. He had a reputation to uphold. But whenever they saw each other with other people they always felt a pang of jealousy. One as Spot was walking to the lodging house, he decided he couldn't convince his heart that he didn't love her but he didn't know if she felt the same way about him.
Kate sat on an extra bunk on the third floor waiting for Spot to come back. She thought about her few months as a newsie. Spot had been so nice to her. She had to admit that she had fallen head over heels in love with him but she didn't know if he felt the same way about her. She knew she had to tell Spot her past. She just didn't know when the right time to tell him was. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. When Spot walked in the door, Kate just stared at him. A couple of strands of hair fell in his crystal blue eyes as he turned his head towards her. He ran his fingers through his blonde brown hair. He is so adorable, she thought to herself. Spot sat down next to her and stared straight ahead. There was an ackward silence. They had always been able to talk but it just felt ackward like the first time they had been up there. Spot couldn't think of what to say. Should he tell her how he feels? He could think. Kate was trying to think of what to say too. Should she tell him how she feels?
"How are the headlines?" Kate asked.
"They're pretty good. How did you sleep last night?" Spot replied
"Good." Kate answered.
"Have any nightmares lately?" Spot asked.
"No." Kate replied.
"That's good." Spot said.
Kate started to think about what had happened in her past. She decided that this wasn't the right time to tell him her past.
"Why won't ya go ta Manhattan?" Spot asked. It had been on Spot's mind for a while and he figured he would ask her.
"It's a personal choice." Kate replied.
"Are ya afraid of somethin'?" Spot persisted.
"Why do you care?" Kate asked trying to avoid the subject of her past.
"Well your family is probably really worried about ya. Are you afraid of someone in your family?" Spot replied.
"I told my family not to worry. I'm not afraid of anyone in my family. I love them all very much. Something happened to me in Manhattan and I promised myself I wouldn't go back." Kate answered.
"What happened?" Spot asked.
"I don't want to talk about it. We should go. The papes don't sell themselves." Kate replied.
"Fine. Let's go then." Spot said.
After they had gotten their papers, they started to walk in the opposite direction of where they normally sold.
"Where are we going?" Kate asked.
"A different sellin' spot. Gotta change every once in awhile." Spot replied.
As they walked they talked about various things. Spot tried to keep her mind off of where they were going. Kate was so into the conversation that she didn't notice that they had walked over the Brooklyn Bridge and over into Manhattan.
A/N: sorry I haven't updated for a while but I've been at my grandparents because my grandpa is dying and I've had writers block. I'll try and write chapter 4 as soon as possible.