"There ya are Luna!" Key exclaimed.
Luna had been in such a deep state of thought that she hadn't noticed the other girls' worried looks.
"Um, Luna dear," Spades offered. "You okay?"
"What?" Luna looked up, surprised to see a roomful of girls all with eyes on her.
"Luna, what's wrong?" Key asked. "Spot beat ya at a slingshot contest?" she smirked, her milky green eyes dancing with mischief. The girls had seen an attraction between Spot and Luna ever since they became close friends, and although the girls hinted frequently, neither Luna nor Spot made a move, but they both thought there was a valid reason behind it.
Something never talked about was Spot's older brother, Peter. Exactly two years older than Spot, Peter, or Pan as he was called, ran Brooklyn, with Spot as his second in command. Tensions had been high between the Brooklyn leader and a former friend who was known The Fox.
Jealous of the admiration and respect both Pan and Spot had over the newsies in New York City, Fox planned to break the feared duo, and one night a group of his thugs, including himself, went to Brooklyn, informing Pan that Fox had some important business to discuss.
Pan never went to business meetings without Spot and although Fox made it clear that the matter was solely between him and Pan, the older brother told Spot to set up a post not too far away, so he could listen in on the conversation. Pan had a suspicion that Fox's intentions might have been foul, and chose to have Spot there, just in case.
His suspicions confirmed, Fox and his goons showed up and threatened Pan, telling him that he was no longer welcome in New York and to get out before Fox dealt with him. Pan refused to leave, not understanding the jealousy Fox held within him. Fox grew impatient with the Brooklyn leader, and told his goons to take care of the matter.
Spot, watching all of this, whipped out his slingshot, carefully aiming it for the men after his brother. Unfortunately his weapon was no match for the pistol Fox possessed in his filthy hands, and as Spot aimed to shoot the gun out of his hand, Fox fired, killing Pan instantly.
His mouth wide open, Spot stared at his fallen brother from his hidden position behind the crates on the dock. He heard the men laughing as they walked away. Spot couldn't move his legs. His feet seemed bolted to the ground. Once some of the shock wore off, Spot climbed out from behind the crates and walked towards Pan.
"Peter?" he whispered. "Peter wake up!" He can't be dead. He's just hurt. He'll be fine. "Peter? Peter come on ya gotta wake up! Ya can't leave me!"
Luna had been taking a walk that night, deep in thought over a recent lodging house issue, and anxious to admire the moon at the same time. She had heard Spot's cries, and ran towards him, in disbelief of the image that presented itself before her.
Peter and Luna had been going out for months. Peter had planned to ask her hand in marriage in less than a week.
"Spot? Peter! What happened?!" Luna exclaimed. She knelt besides Peter and took his lifeless hand.
"Peter… no…" she whispered, taken breathless by this new-found anguish.
After that night, Spot and Luna stayed close to each other. Whether they talked about Peter to keep his memory alive, or helped each other deal with the pain of losing someone so close to both of them, Spot and Luna had rarely been seen apart, during which an avid attraction developed. Out of respect for Peter, they kept it a mere attraction, and never discussed it.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Luna snapped and moved past the girls.
"Aw Luna, we didn't mean to pry. Ya know we're just concerned for ya," Key consoled. Hesitantly she walked after Luna, and sat down on the bunk once Luna did the same.
"Was it dose dreams again?" Key asked hesitantly.
Sighing, Luna nodded her head. "I can't figure 'em out, and they're getting stronger." She turned to face Key. "They seem so real, like the whole thing is a sign of somethin', but I can't figure out what the hell the sign means."
Key slipped an arm over Luna's shoulder. "We'll figure it out. Don't worry. Sooner or later everythin' will make sense," she smiled slightly. "Now why don't we get ready for that party tonight."
Luna had been in such a deep state of thought that she hadn't noticed the other girls' worried looks.
"Um, Luna dear," Spades offered. "You okay?"
"What?" Luna looked up, surprised to see a roomful of girls all with eyes on her.
"Luna, what's wrong?" Key asked. "Spot beat ya at a slingshot contest?" she smirked, her milky green eyes dancing with mischief. The girls had seen an attraction between Spot and Luna ever since they became close friends, and although the girls hinted frequently, neither Luna nor Spot made a move, but they both thought there was a valid reason behind it.
Something never talked about was Spot's older brother, Peter. Exactly two years older than Spot, Peter, or Pan as he was called, ran Brooklyn, with Spot as his second in command. Tensions had been high between the Brooklyn leader and a former friend who was known The Fox.
Jealous of the admiration and respect both Pan and Spot had over the newsies in New York City, Fox planned to break the feared duo, and one night a group of his thugs, including himself, went to Brooklyn, informing Pan that Fox had some important business to discuss.
Pan never went to business meetings without Spot and although Fox made it clear that the matter was solely between him and Pan, the older brother told Spot to set up a post not too far away, so he could listen in on the conversation. Pan had a suspicion that Fox's intentions might have been foul, and chose to have Spot there, just in case.
His suspicions confirmed, Fox and his goons showed up and threatened Pan, telling him that he was no longer welcome in New York and to get out before Fox dealt with him. Pan refused to leave, not understanding the jealousy Fox held within him. Fox grew impatient with the Brooklyn leader, and told his goons to take care of the matter.
Spot, watching all of this, whipped out his slingshot, carefully aiming it for the men after his brother. Unfortunately his weapon was no match for the pistol Fox possessed in his filthy hands, and as Spot aimed to shoot the gun out of his hand, Fox fired, killing Pan instantly.
His mouth wide open, Spot stared at his fallen brother from his hidden position behind the crates on the dock. He heard the men laughing as they walked away. Spot couldn't move his legs. His feet seemed bolted to the ground. Once some of the shock wore off, Spot climbed out from behind the crates and walked towards Pan.
"Peter?" he whispered. "Peter wake up!" He can't be dead. He's just hurt. He'll be fine. "Peter? Peter come on ya gotta wake up! Ya can't leave me!"
Luna had been taking a walk that night, deep in thought over a recent lodging house issue, and anxious to admire the moon at the same time. She had heard Spot's cries, and ran towards him, in disbelief of the image that presented itself before her.
Peter and Luna had been going out for months. Peter had planned to ask her hand in marriage in less than a week.
"Spot? Peter! What happened?!" Luna exclaimed. She knelt besides Peter and took his lifeless hand.
"Peter… no…" she whispered, taken breathless by this new-found anguish.
After that night, Spot and Luna stayed close to each other. Whether they talked about Peter to keep his memory alive, or helped each other deal with the pain of losing someone so close to both of them, Spot and Luna had rarely been seen apart, during which an avid attraction developed. Out of respect for Peter, they kept it a mere attraction, and never discussed it.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Luna snapped and moved past the girls.
"Aw Luna, we didn't mean to pry. Ya know we're just concerned for ya," Key consoled. Hesitantly she walked after Luna, and sat down on the bunk once Luna did the same.
"Was it dose dreams again?" Key asked hesitantly.
Sighing, Luna nodded her head. "I can't figure 'em out, and they're getting stronger." She turned to face Key. "They seem so real, like the whole thing is a sign of somethin', but I can't figure out what the hell the sign means."
Key slipped an arm over Luna's shoulder. "We'll figure it out. Don't worry. Sooner or later everythin' will make sense," she smiled slightly. "Now why don't we get ready for that party tonight."