Brooklyn's Heart
"Serious"
CH 16
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It was early in the morning when Spot began to wake. He heard quiet rumblings from outside the room and realized his newsies were getting up to go to work. He looked down at Kayla and smiled. She looked so peaceful just lying there next to him.
Softly, as so not to disturb her, Spot silently moved from beneath her and stood up. He searched the ground and found his pants and pulled them on. Giving a quick peck on her forehead, Spot quietly left the dark room to talk to his newsies.
Most of the newsies were just waking up, barely rising from their beds. Spot walked into the room with his cane and began banging on the beds loudly, grinning.
"Wakie, wakie boys. We got papers to sell." He called in a singsong voice.
All the newsies jumped, frightened at the moment from the loud noise but immediately sobered from Spot's usual wake up call. They didn't expect he'd be up this morning, all of them imagining he was going to be tired from last night.
"Damn," someone mumbled in the back of the room to himself. "Shouldn't he still be asleep? He was at it all night."
"Awe, come on Spot. Let us sleep in just this mornin'."
A redhead named Diamonds said tiredly from one the top bunk beds at the end of the row. Without looking at him, Spot replied while walking around to rouse the other newsies, "Ya always ask that Diamonds and like always, what's my answer?"
Diamonds and all the newsies grumbled simultaneously, "If we sleep, we're out."
Spot grinned walking about to the other beds and banged a metal bedpost twice for extra meaning, "Right you guys are. If you boys sleep in, ya wont be here that night. We don't like wasteful newsies. Ya'll be in the streets. So...up!"
The newsies nodded their heads unhappily, muttering as they toppled out of their beds. Spot stood by the bathroom with his arms crossed, making sure they all got ready. One of the older newsies stopped by him and had a wolfish grin on his face as he slapped Spot on the shoulder.
"Congratulations, you did get some last night."
Spot grinned back and with a faraway look he nodded. The newsie just shook his head and said, "You are so far gone man." Spot snapped out of his spaced state and jokingly hit him in the chest. The newsie laughed and then they began hitting each other playfully till Spot turned him around and pushed him into the bathroom.
Spot chuckled as he walked into the bunkroom, making sure no stragglers were still asleep. Right when he remembered where one was, someone from behind covered his eyes and whispered, "Guess who?" in a singsong voice.
Spot laughed and placed his hands on his hips and said, "Well.. good morning to you too, Meow." A dissatisfied sigh was heard and then, "How'd ya guess? I could have been Duchess."
Spot turned around and smiled at the disheveled Meow. Her hair was a mess and her sleeping clothes were jumbled about but she apparently didn't care. That was one of the reasons why Spot liked her so much. He placed one hand on her shoulder and smirked at her. "Because my pretty face is still asleep and she would only do those games when we're alone."
Meows little childish tantrum immediately disappeared and she slowly uncrossed her arms and grinned. "So, ya did do her."
Spot noised a tut-tut and shook his head. "No, I did not just do her. Find a better way to say that. It sounds like I did something bad."
Meow snorted and said harshly, "Of course it sounds bad, ya do it with just about every other girl."
Spot quickly looked at her and said, "Ya better rephrase that too, cause I don't like it.... It don't happen anymore, so get it straight." He sharply turned around and walked away from her.
Meow stamped her feet and called angrily, "We ain't finished here Conlon.."
Spot turned around still walking and raised his hands to the side giving her the impression 'what-you-gonna-do-about-it?' and said, "Obviously we are because you know what Meow? Because I say so. And there's nothing you can do about it, so deal."
Meow folded her arms and tapped her foot, "Get back here Spot, I say we're not done, so we ain't."
Spot stopped and smirked at her. "Meow, what you don't get is you're my second in command, not anything more. See, I'm Spot Conlon, I'm Brooklyn. So ya know what the means... I give the orders, not ya. You just have to follow them...which you're going to do."
Without moving from her former position, Meow growled and watched Spot walk away.
After making sure everyone was ready to go, Spot heading back down stairs back to his room and closed the door.
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Two boys around the corner in the main room watched him disappear for the day. The dark haired, muscular boy looked over at his companion. His hair was a deep black color that helped bring out his eyes. They were an evergreen color and he had a tall build that plainly showed he was around the age of seventeen. He raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms.
"What ya think, Deep?"
His friend was at the same age and was a few inches taller, averaging at the height of 5'10". He was just as handsome as his buddy but had a lighter skin color. His deep brown hair could almost be mistaken for black but from sun-lightened highlights, it was quite easy to tell. He had one hand resting on his hip and was leaning against the wall.
"He's serious Black Out, real serious."
Black Out nodded his head and looked back at the closed door. "That's what I think too. So, we test her then." It wasn't phrased as a question but as a statement. He obviously knew what he was talking about.
"Yup.. tomorrow we meet."
"Alright then. You tell all of Brooklyn, I'll get Manhattan."
But before Black Out could walk out of the room, Deep grabbed him by his forearm and stopped him. With a confused and irritated look, he question airily, "Why get Manhattan? She's gonna be Brooklyn's Queen not Manhattan's. They don't need to be a part of this."
Black Out ripped his arm out of Deep's rock hard grip. "Duchess was a Manhattan newsie before she became Spot's. They deserve to be a part of this."
Deep folded his arms and glared at his friend, disgusted, "Fine. But I don't think they should come."
Black Out shook his head and gave Deep a pitiful look, "I don't give a damn what you think. Tomorrow, I don't' want to hear anymore of you're shitty opinions. Don't matter if you like them or not. It's about Duchess. Deal with it.. They're comin'."
Black Out turned around sharply and began walking to the door.
Deep stood there, glaring at the retreating back. If it weren't for their solid friendship, he really would have wanted to jump him at the moment. But then, another thought came to his mind. Calling out to Black Out with a smirk, he knew he had him, "Kid Blink ain't gonna let us do this."
Black Out froze and placed his hands on the doorframe for support. For a moment, he looked at all the people walking outside then glanced down to the side, thinking. With out looking back or even acknowledging what Deep said, he whispered, "Shit."
Then he quickly gathered him self and hurriedly disappeared into the morning crowds, making his long way to Manhattan.
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Spot had decided to go back to sleep once he returned to his room, for Kayla looked too serene to disturb. He was indeed impatient to see her wake, but after such a hard and, with a twinkle in his eyes, tiring night, Spot thought it was best for Kayla that she got her rest. She was lying on her stomach with one hand behind her and the other resting on the pillow by her face. The black sheets we 'innocently' pushed up to her thighs, showing a great amount of silky flesh. Spot's eyes darkened at this well-liked discovery.
Smoothly, he crawled across the gigantic bed on his hands and knee's and laid next to her, positioning her so she was yet again resting on his chest. Kayla whimpered at the sudden movement, but once she came in contact with him, she immediately buried herself deeper into his arms. She sighed in content before settling down again to rest.
Spot watched this with amusement in his eyes, holding his breath, trying not to wake her. Once she stopped moving he held her closer and drifted off to sleep.
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"Serious"
CH 16
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It was early in the morning when Spot began to wake. He heard quiet rumblings from outside the room and realized his newsies were getting up to go to work. He looked down at Kayla and smiled. She looked so peaceful just lying there next to him.
Softly, as so not to disturb her, Spot silently moved from beneath her and stood up. He searched the ground and found his pants and pulled them on. Giving a quick peck on her forehead, Spot quietly left the dark room to talk to his newsies.
Most of the newsies were just waking up, barely rising from their beds. Spot walked into the room with his cane and began banging on the beds loudly, grinning.
"Wakie, wakie boys. We got papers to sell." He called in a singsong voice.
All the newsies jumped, frightened at the moment from the loud noise but immediately sobered from Spot's usual wake up call. They didn't expect he'd be up this morning, all of them imagining he was going to be tired from last night.
"Damn," someone mumbled in the back of the room to himself. "Shouldn't he still be asleep? He was at it all night."
"Awe, come on Spot. Let us sleep in just this mornin'."
A redhead named Diamonds said tiredly from one the top bunk beds at the end of the row. Without looking at him, Spot replied while walking around to rouse the other newsies, "Ya always ask that Diamonds and like always, what's my answer?"
Diamonds and all the newsies grumbled simultaneously, "If we sleep, we're out."
Spot grinned walking about to the other beds and banged a metal bedpost twice for extra meaning, "Right you guys are. If you boys sleep in, ya wont be here that night. We don't like wasteful newsies. Ya'll be in the streets. So...up!"
The newsies nodded their heads unhappily, muttering as they toppled out of their beds. Spot stood by the bathroom with his arms crossed, making sure they all got ready. One of the older newsies stopped by him and had a wolfish grin on his face as he slapped Spot on the shoulder.
"Congratulations, you did get some last night."
Spot grinned back and with a faraway look he nodded. The newsie just shook his head and said, "You are so far gone man." Spot snapped out of his spaced state and jokingly hit him in the chest. The newsie laughed and then they began hitting each other playfully till Spot turned him around and pushed him into the bathroom.
Spot chuckled as he walked into the bunkroom, making sure no stragglers were still asleep. Right when he remembered where one was, someone from behind covered his eyes and whispered, "Guess who?" in a singsong voice.
Spot laughed and placed his hands on his hips and said, "Well.. good morning to you too, Meow." A dissatisfied sigh was heard and then, "How'd ya guess? I could have been Duchess."
Spot turned around and smiled at the disheveled Meow. Her hair was a mess and her sleeping clothes were jumbled about but she apparently didn't care. That was one of the reasons why Spot liked her so much. He placed one hand on her shoulder and smirked at her. "Because my pretty face is still asleep and she would only do those games when we're alone."
Meows little childish tantrum immediately disappeared and she slowly uncrossed her arms and grinned. "So, ya did do her."
Spot noised a tut-tut and shook his head. "No, I did not just do her. Find a better way to say that. It sounds like I did something bad."
Meow snorted and said harshly, "Of course it sounds bad, ya do it with just about every other girl."
Spot quickly looked at her and said, "Ya better rephrase that too, cause I don't like it.... It don't happen anymore, so get it straight." He sharply turned around and walked away from her.
Meow stamped her feet and called angrily, "We ain't finished here Conlon.."
Spot turned around still walking and raised his hands to the side giving her the impression 'what-you-gonna-do-about-it?' and said, "Obviously we are because you know what Meow? Because I say so. And there's nothing you can do about it, so deal."
Meow folded her arms and tapped her foot, "Get back here Spot, I say we're not done, so we ain't."
Spot stopped and smirked at her. "Meow, what you don't get is you're my second in command, not anything more. See, I'm Spot Conlon, I'm Brooklyn. So ya know what the means... I give the orders, not ya. You just have to follow them...which you're going to do."
Without moving from her former position, Meow growled and watched Spot walk away.
After making sure everyone was ready to go, Spot heading back down stairs back to his room and closed the door.
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Two boys around the corner in the main room watched him disappear for the day. The dark haired, muscular boy looked over at his companion. His hair was a deep black color that helped bring out his eyes. They were an evergreen color and he had a tall build that plainly showed he was around the age of seventeen. He raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms.
"What ya think, Deep?"
His friend was at the same age and was a few inches taller, averaging at the height of 5'10". He was just as handsome as his buddy but had a lighter skin color. His deep brown hair could almost be mistaken for black but from sun-lightened highlights, it was quite easy to tell. He had one hand resting on his hip and was leaning against the wall.
"He's serious Black Out, real serious."
Black Out nodded his head and looked back at the closed door. "That's what I think too. So, we test her then." It wasn't phrased as a question but as a statement. He obviously knew what he was talking about.
"Yup.. tomorrow we meet."
"Alright then. You tell all of Brooklyn, I'll get Manhattan."
But before Black Out could walk out of the room, Deep grabbed him by his forearm and stopped him. With a confused and irritated look, he question airily, "Why get Manhattan? She's gonna be Brooklyn's Queen not Manhattan's. They don't need to be a part of this."
Black Out ripped his arm out of Deep's rock hard grip. "Duchess was a Manhattan newsie before she became Spot's. They deserve to be a part of this."
Deep folded his arms and glared at his friend, disgusted, "Fine. But I don't think they should come."
Black Out shook his head and gave Deep a pitiful look, "I don't give a damn what you think. Tomorrow, I don't' want to hear anymore of you're shitty opinions. Don't matter if you like them or not. It's about Duchess. Deal with it.. They're comin'."
Black Out turned around sharply and began walking to the door.
Deep stood there, glaring at the retreating back. If it weren't for their solid friendship, he really would have wanted to jump him at the moment. But then, another thought came to his mind. Calling out to Black Out with a smirk, he knew he had him, "Kid Blink ain't gonna let us do this."
Black Out froze and placed his hands on the doorframe for support. For a moment, he looked at all the people walking outside then glanced down to the side, thinking. With out looking back or even acknowledging what Deep said, he whispered, "Shit."
Then he quickly gathered him self and hurriedly disappeared into the morning crowds, making his long way to Manhattan.
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Spot had decided to go back to sleep once he returned to his room, for Kayla looked too serene to disturb. He was indeed impatient to see her wake, but after such a hard and, with a twinkle in his eyes, tiring night, Spot thought it was best for Kayla that she got her rest. She was lying on her stomach with one hand behind her and the other resting on the pillow by her face. The black sheets we 'innocently' pushed up to her thighs, showing a great amount of silky flesh. Spot's eyes darkened at this well-liked discovery.
Smoothly, he crawled across the gigantic bed on his hands and knee's and laid next to her, positioning her so she was yet again resting on his chest. Kayla whimpered at the sudden movement, but once she came in contact with him, she immediately buried herself deeper into his arms. She sighed in content before settling down again to rest.
Spot watched this with amusement in his eyes, holding his breath, trying not to wake her. Once she stopped moving he held her closer and drifted off to sleep.
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