Over the next two and a half months Randy made a point of staying
away from Spot. And, whenever she did see him, she always made it very
clear how much she hated him. She would ignore him, insult him, and
sometimes hit him with a punch or two. It was a pretty much closed case on
the fact of whether or not Randy could ever be friends with Spot.
However, one day, all that changed...
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Randy strolled down the streets, whistling to herself. She had finished selling her papes and was thinking of heading to Tibby's when suddenly she was grabbed from behind. She whipped around and was shocked to see someone that she recognized from that first night she had gone to the Brooklyn Lodging house.
It was Spot's right hand man, Mudd. "What to you think your doing, freak?" she asked with a suspicious look in her eyes.
Mudd gripped her shoulders and held her firmly. "I want you to stop it, Randy. You need to stop it right now."
"Stop what?" she asked, truly confused, and thinking Mudd was a total nutcase.
"Stop making Spot like this. Everyday he has this depressed look in his eyes. And when asked what's wrong, all he says is, "Randy." He's not the strong guy he used to be, he's just a big puddle of sadness. He hasn't been with a girl in two months! Not one!" said Mudd exasperated.
"I had no idea." said Randy.
"Well now ya' do. Spot's serious about you, Randy. You're all he thinks about. Don't put him through this misery." said Mudd desperately, and then walked off without another word.
Randy walked along silently, thinking to herself. /This couldn't be true, Mudd had to be lying. Spot probably sent him to make her feel bad as a joke./ But somehow, Randy knew that what Mudd had said had been genuine. /But then why is he always such a pain in the butt?/ she asked herself. /I don't know, but what I do know is that I need to see him./ She though, and immediately set off towards Brooklyn.
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As Randy neared the Brooklyn lodging house, she began to get a little nervous. What was she going to say, what did she want to say? She didn't know, but she hoped it would come to her soon. Somehow just going through the front door didn't seem like the way to find Spot, so, she decided on climbing his balcony. She knew there was one outside his bedroom, because she had seen him climb through it once or twice.
She slowly started to climb the ladder, her heart beating wildly. What was she doing here? She shouldn't have come. She stepped off of the last step and stood warily on the platform. She looked into the window and saw with relief and disappointment that Spot wasn't there. She sat down on the cold metal platform and waited.
Suddenly Randy was being shaken awake. She opened her eyes to see Spot standing over her on the balcony, a concerned look in his eyes.
"What are you doing here? Are you hurt, is something wrong?" he asked.
"No, I just, I had to talk to you." said Randy, a bit confused.
"Oh, well, come in from out here. It's freezing." he said leading her in to his bedroom. "Now, what did you need to talk to me about?"
Randy was a bit hesitant. What was she going to say? She started off slowly. "Spot, I don't hate you. I don't hate you at all. You just confuse me so much. I get feelings around you that I've never had. And I get so scared."
"Oh, Randy, well, I guess I can say it here. I feel for you what I never felt for any other goil. You scare me, you're not like anyone I've ever met. I think, I think I'm falling in love with you." he said, blushing.
Randy gasped. It wasn't possible. She knew what to do. She pulled Spot close to her and gave him a sweet, light, sentimental kiss. As they pulled away they both had the same thoughts in the back of their heads.
It was the best kiss they had ever had.
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Randy left that lodging house with a much happier feeling than she had ever had. NOTHING besides that kiss had happened, except the realization of their love. Randy and Spot planned to meet tomorrow to sell together.
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Randy realized that Spot was a wonderful person when she wasn't giving him a bloody nose and he wasn't being an idiot. They laughed together, told jokes, and sometimes held hands innocently. It was bliss.
"So, why did the butcher cross the road?" laughed Spot.
"I don't know, why?" said Randy, chuckling.
"Well, who else would follow a chicken?" replied Spot, and the two laughed.
"You are the cheesiest boy ever!" said Randy, laughing.
"I know, do I get a reward for that insult?" said Spot, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Maybe." teased Randy. Then she leaned over and kissed Spot nice and long on the mouth. They pulled away and Spot leaned in for more. "Ah ah ah, little boy. Too much and you might just get spoiled." said Randy, smirking.
Spot got a mockingly pouty look on his face, and then the two laughed and went back to walking hand in hand.
"So, Spot, yous comin' to poker night at the lodging house tanight?" asked Randy innocently.
"Why? Yous' want me to come?" teased Spot.
"Yeah, I do, so I can take all of your money!" laughed Randy as she dodged Spot's fist swung playfully at her arm.
"Yeah, I'm comin'" he said. And then they continued on their way.
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"So Randy, yous boy comin tonight?" asked Jack, jokingly.
"If you mean Spot Conlon, yes. Spot Conlon is coming." said Randy, making the other boys snicker.
They all headed towards the room for which they used on poker nights, and smiled as the other boys started to arrive. When Spot came in everyone whistled when he caught Randy and gave her a soft kiss. However, a dirty look from both of them shut everyone else up. When it was about the last hand until the non Manhattan newsies went home, Randy asked to be excused and headed upstairs with her large sum of winnings. A few of the boys sighed in relief, their money was already running low.
Without anyone noticing, Spot quietly went upstairs after Randy a few minutes later. He stepped into the bunk room where Randy was climbing into bed. "Spot! What are you doing here?" she said, startled. "You should be downstairs."
"Aww, yous wouldn't let me leave wittout a good night kiss, now wudja?" said Spot, smirking.
"I think I just might." laughed randy, but swung down as Spot sat on the bed underneath her bunk.
The two leaned toward each other in an innocent kiss that soon became more passionate. They were kissing with open mouths now and their bodies were very close. Spot quietly reached over to unbutton her shirt and Randy pulled away with a look of fright and pain in her eyes. She stood up and left quickly.
She headed downstairs where she hid behind David as the boys started to leave. When Spot came down looking for Randy, they all took the hint from David and said they had no idea where she went. Spot left with a suspicious look at them.
"Why were you hiding from Spot?" asked Jack.
"He, uh, he tried something that I didn't like." muttered Randy.
David became angry. "You want us to soak him for ya?"
She laughed in spite of herself. "No, I'll be alright."
With that she headed up to bed for a horrible night's sleep.
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However, one day, all that changed...
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Randy strolled down the streets, whistling to herself. She had finished selling her papes and was thinking of heading to Tibby's when suddenly she was grabbed from behind. She whipped around and was shocked to see someone that she recognized from that first night she had gone to the Brooklyn Lodging house.
It was Spot's right hand man, Mudd. "What to you think your doing, freak?" she asked with a suspicious look in her eyes.
Mudd gripped her shoulders and held her firmly. "I want you to stop it, Randy. You need to stop it right now."
"Stop what?" she asked, truly confused, and thinking Mudd was a total nutcase.
"Stop making Spot like this. Everyday he has this depressed look in his eyes. And when asked what's wrong, all he says is, "Randy." He's not the strong guy he used to be, he's just a big puddle of sadness. He hasn't been with a girl in two months! Not one!" said Mudd exasperated.
"I had no idea." said Randy.
"Well now ya' do. Spot's serious about you, Randy. You're all he thinks about. Don't put him through this misery." said Mudd desperately, and then walked off without another word.
Randy walked along silently, thinking to herself. /This couldn't be true, Mudd had to be lying. Spot probably sent him to make her feel bad as a joke./ But somehow, Randy knew that what Mudd had said had been genuine. /But then why is he always such a pain in the butt?/ she asked herself. /I don't know, but what I do know is that I need to see him./ She though, and immediately set off towards Brooklyn.
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As Randy neared the Brooklyn lodging house, she began to get a little nervous. What was she going to say, what did she want to say? She didn't know, but she hoped it would come to her soon. Somehow just going through the front door didn't seem like the way to find Spot, so, she decided on climbing his balcony. She knew there was one outside his bedroom, because she had seen him climb through it once or twice.
She slowly started to climb the ladder, her heart beating wildly. What was she doing here? She shouldn't have come. She stepped off of the last step and stood warily on the platform. She looked into the window and saw with relief and disappointment that Spot wasn't there. She sat down on the cold metal platform and waited.
Suddenly Randy was being shaken awake. She opened her eyes to see Spot standing over her on the balcony, a concerned look in his eyes.
"What are you doing here? Are you hurt, is something wrong?" he asked.
"No, I just, I had to talk to you." said Randy, a bit confused.
"Oh, well, come in from out here. It's freezing." he said leading her in to his bedroom. "Now, what did you need to talk to me about?"
Randy was a bit hesitant. What was she going to say? She started off slowly. "Spot, I don't hate you. I don't hate you at all. You just confuse me so much. I get feelings around you that I've never had. And I get so scared."
"Oh, Randy, well, I guess I can say it here. I feel for you what I never felt for any other goil. You scare me, you're not like anyone I've ever met. I think, I think I'm falling in love with you." he said, blushing.
Randy gasped. It wasn't possible. She knew what to do. She pulled Spot close to her and gave him a sweet, light, sentimental kiss. As they pulled away they both had the same thoughts in the back of their heads.
It was the best kiss they had ever had.
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Randy left that lodging house with a much happier feeling than she had ever had. NOTHING besides that kiss had happened, except the realization of their love. Randy and Spot planned to meet tomorrow to sell together.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Randy realized that Spot was a wonderful person when she wasn't giving him a bloody nose and he wasn't being an idiot. They laughed together, told jokes, and sometimes held hands innocently. It was bliss.
"So, why did the butcher cross the road?" laughed Spot.
"I don't know, why?" said Randy, chuckling.
"Well, who else would follow a chicken?" replied Spot, and the two laughed.
"You are the cheesiest boy ever!" said Randy, laughing.
"I know, do I get a reward for that insult?" said Spot, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Maybe." teased Randy. Then she leaned over and kissed Spot nice and long on the mouth. They pulled away and Spot leaned in for more. "Ah ah ah, little boy. Too much and you might just get spoiled." said Randy, smirking.
Spot got a mockingly pouty look on his face, and then the two laughed and went back to walking hand in hand.
"So, Spot, yous comin' to poker night at the lodging house tanight?" asked Randy innocently.
"Why? Yous' want me to come?" teased Spot.
"Yeah, I do, so I can take all of your money!" laughed Randy as she dodged Spot's fist swung playfully at her arm.
"Yeah, I'm comin'" he said. And then they continued on their way.
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"So Randy, yous boy comin tonight?" asked Jack, jokingly.
"If you mean Spot Conlon, yes. Spot Conlon is coming." said Randy, making the other boys snicker.
They all headed towards the room for which they used on poker nights, and smiled as the other boys started to arrive. When Spot came in everyone whistled when he caught Randy and gave her a soft kiss. However, a dirty look from both of them shut everyone else up. When it was about the last hand until the non Manhattan newsies went home, Randy asked to be excused and headed upstairs with her large sum of winnings. A few of the boys sighed in relief, their money was already running low.
Without anyone noticing, Spot quietly went upstairs after Randy a few minutes later. He stepped into the bunk room where Randy was climbing into bed. "Spot! What are you doing here?" she said, startled. "You should be downstairs."
"Aww, yous wouldn't let me leave wittout a good night kiss, now wudja?" said Spot, smirking.
"I think I just might." laughed randy, but swung down as Spot sat on the bed underneath her bunk.
The two leaned toward each other in an innocent kiss that soon became more passionate. They were kissing with open mouths now and their bodies were very close. Spot quietly reached over to unbutton her shirt and Randy pulled away with a look of fright and pain in her eyes. She stood up and left quickly.
She headed downstairs where she hid behind David as the boys started to leave. When Spot came down looking for Randy, they all took the hint from David and said they had no idea where she went. Spot left with a suspicious look at them.
"Why were you hiding from Spot?" asked Jack.
"He, uh, he tried something that I didn't like." muttered Randy.
David became angry. "You want us to soak him for ya?"
She laughed in spite of herself. "No, I'll be alright."
With that she headed up to bed for a horrible night's sleep.
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