Brooklyn's Heart
"Phase One"
CH 18
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Kayla laid there, sighing in content. It was late into the night, the sun soon into it's way of showing itself. All around the air was peaceful, the newsies and as well as the residents of Brooklyn asleep in their cozy cots and bunks.
Kayla sighed yet again and pulled Spot closer. He was lying against her, trying to get her warmth as much as possible. His arms wrapped tight around her, his head upon her chest. Kayla was holding him around the shoulders, giving off the innocent look as though a mother was cradling a son.
Though, the two of them weren't looking so innocent a while ago, thought Kayla with a roll of her eyes and a satisfied grin.
Spot had without a doubt kept her satisfied the last couple of nights. Kayla giggled with delight. She never knew she could ever feel like this. Happiness, unquestionable pleasure, protection, love. And it had only been just a few days since Spot was told of her past.
Each day he had showered her with love, treating her as a lady with flowers, gestures and of course, the random, but undeniably cute, 'I love you's."
Though if anyone heard or saw any of this, Spot would quickly put the newsie in his or, of course, her place if they thought their leader was going soft.
Kayla laughed quietly at an incidence such as that. Spot had happened to brush his lips across the back of her palm when they heard a snicker behind them.
They quickly turned around to find a newsie smirking at them. His name was- Kayla furrowed her brow in remembrance, it was.........Slash, yes, that was it. He had his arms crossed and one eyebrow rose defiantly. He didn't say anything but it was clearly shown he was mocking them.
Spot slowly let go of Kayla's hand, giving her a quick look apology before masking his emotions and turning to Slash.
Kayla stepped back, crossed her arms and watched the show.
It was freaky; what Spot could do. Instantly change his face to bear his mask and hide emotion. Colors would slide over his eyes, transforming them to fit with his feeling and situation. His face would become blank for an instant before adjusting. His body would become tensed and dominance would surround him, sending off the aura that frightened everyone who knew him of. Kayla felt bad for the people who were just acquainted with him, or had the chance of just meeting him once or twice. No one really knew his real nature, except the ones he let in. Only his good, trustful friends truly saw him. And Kayla was glad she was one of them, especially being at the top of this list and just being 'his'. Spot was an amazing guy, a man everyone in his or her life wanted or wanted to be.
Realizing this had turned to the wrong way, not his way, Slash blinked and stood straighter, his hands falling awkwardly to the sides. Spot had stopped his intimidating self in front of him, tall and silent. Spot slowly reached for his cane in his belt loop, lifting it out of it. Every pair of eyes was on this slow movement, watching everything the Brooklyn leader did. He leisurely set the cane down. The soft tap was heard and he rested his hands on top of the gold peak.
And he stood there, quiet and watchful, his silver, flaming eyes staring into Slash's nervous ones. Slash took a quick step back and glanced uncertainly around the room. Every pair eyes he met looked down, talking a step back, indicating he was on his own.
Oh shit.
Though, two pairs of eyes didn't falter in his gaze, Spots and Kayla's. Both held defiance and dominance though Kayla's held a hint of amusement.
Still staring deeps into slash's eyes, in a commanding tone one everyone recognized, Spot asked, "Do you, by chance, have anyting to say, Slash?"
Slash shifted his footing, and cleared his throat before stuttering, "Uh, n- no sir."
Spot's left eyebrow arched; he didn't believe him. Continuing, "Are... you ya sure?"
Shit, I'm dead.
"Ye-yes sir. Positive."
Spot opened an arm welcomingly, "You know Slash... you can tell me anything... Anything.
A muffled giggled was heard from Kayla. Oh god, she thought amused, he's enjoying this, tormenting his newsies, making them think he'd actually do something!
Slash swiftly wiped away at his sweating forehead. "Yea. Of co-course sir."
Spot grinned. He leaned back on his heels and crossed his arms, raised his chin and nodded, satisfied.
"Well then, get out of my sight."
Slash quickly took his chance and scurried out of Spots view. Looking upon Slash's fast departure as a good idea, the people who had witnessed this interaction swiftly left the room.
Waiting for the last newsie to scamper off, Kayla looked back to Spot. One of her hands was resting snug against her hip while the other hung limp in boredom. Her tongue was slightly protruding out of her right check, the lump visible on her creamy feeling skin. Her left eyebrow was arched, giving off the impression she was annoyed, and gave a smirk.
When Spot looked at the way she was, he stood there a second, watching her expression and posture. He expected her to say something, and waited for it. But she stood there also, silent and waiting herself.
A tapping began from her foot.
Spot pressed his lips together, looking down. Not being able to take it anymore, he looped his arms behind his back, and rocked on his heels, asking innocently, "What?"
Kayla shook her head and rolled her eyes. Spot waited and waited for her to answer but she stood ground.
Nervous, still rocking, Spot tried again, "Uh... pretty face? Ya want to say someting?"
Nothing.
Aggravated, Spot sharply turned around and motioned to the skies with his face raised, "Why me?" All the girls in the past would just giggle and smile wide at him and would do anything he'd ask. This one didn't. Hey, maybe that was why she never bored him. Hmm, who knows?
Kayla gave a tut tut sound, which made Spot turn back around at the noise. She lifted her fallen hand to her face, inspecting her nails, making Spot think as if she didn't have a care in the world.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he hastily said, "What? I didn't do anything."
Kayla glanced sharply at him, piercing him with her weighing glance, then back down. Spot felt guilty for an unknown reason. The way she looked, he felt he had to explain himself for then and every sin he committed and ask for forgiveness. Weird huh?
Kayla grinned inwardly. She liked this effect she had on him.
Still gazing at her hand, she replied laid-back, "Darling, I wish you would not do that," switching into her English accent, which she used when she was alone with him.
This time Spot gave an exasperated sigh, although added more drama in to it, drawling the words more, saying them slowly, "Do what? I don't know what you're talkin about." Spot lowered his head into his arms, murmuring, "Baby, I'm so confused."
Kayla tried to suppress a quiet giggle but came out with a chocked snort. He was a good actor; she'd give him that.
Calming herself quickly, she walked forward, and gently placed her warm hands over his, cooing softly, "Ah, I know you are tired and confused, but you do know what I am talking about. I do not like you messing around with your newsies."
Spot lifted his head and said sheepishly, "It was just a little bit of fun."
"Scaring them half to death is fun?"
Spot grinned, "Hell yea."
At Kayla's scolding look, Spot coughed, looked to the ground, and muttered, "Yea, not fun, not fun. It's bad and naughty."
Trying to get him to understand, Kayla tried, "Spot," she said softly, "They do not know you like others do; the trustful ones you let in. They do not know you would not truly hurt them; they don't know they're empty threats."
Spot stood straighter, "Me threats aren't emp-"
"Yes they are, when you're dealing with your newsies. Though, with your enemies, and ones who are risky and new, your threats are true against them but with your newsies ...oh I just do not like the way your treat them."
"If I didn't act this way, then everyting around here would be out of hand. I got to give them discipline and order."
Kayla was about to give up, "Yes I know, but Jack does not do that. He is buds with all of his newsies."
Spot nodded, "Yes but Jack can set his newsies in order if need be. And if I acted that way he does with his newsies... do you think I would be known as I was now?"
He didn't let her answer. "If I acted rough and mean in front of others but not my newsies, what would happen if anyone would ask one of me boys how I truly was, or how dey were treated? If dey said I was soft and fair and nice, do ya think I would be famous and feared of? No, I wouldn't be."
Her honey eyes grew softer; yes, she did see why he acted the way he did. She nodded, "Yes I understand... but you could still be just a tad nicer to them, correct?"
Spot laughed. She just didn't give up, this defiant beauty. That was one of the reasons he liked her so much. "Alright, I'll be a tad nicer but not much. Do ya know what would happen if it went around that Spot Conlon, great leader of Brooklyn, was goin soft?"
Kayla grinned, raising her hand in the air, quite like a little schoolgirl, "Ooh I know this one. They would heave a sigh of relief and come out of their hiding places."
"Ha ha, funny."
"I thought so."
"But I don't."
"Your point?"
"Umm... that your in big trouble?"
"Ha, now that is funny."
"No, not really. I don't think so."
"Well, does it look like I would care otherwise?"
"Oh, yea ya will when I get done wit'cha."
"That depends."
"Depends on what?"
"If you can catch me!"
Kayla dashed out of his arms and out the door, laughing. Spot grinned, and muttered, "Oh I will, I will... you ain't never goin far."
After giving her moment's head start, he swiftly made after her, hot on her trail.
Kayla smiled, running her hand softly through his silky hair. Every moment of every second of their lives was precious.
Because, who truly knew when it would all end?
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"So how are we gonna get Duchess aways from him?"
A loud smack was heard following the whispered question quite audibly in the once quiet lobby as well as loud groan.
"Ya idiot. I already told ya." Deep whispered angrily at Slash.
"Yea, but ya didn't have to hit me asshole."
"Why, I out to give ya a nice shiner to go with that big mouth-"
"Shut ups both of ya." Meow growled hitting them both up beside the head. "Enough. Spot is goin to the leader meeting, so Duchess is gonna have to stay and then we can do phase one. Now shut-up!"
They nodded, not before glaring at her back forcefully, mumbling, "Women... have to always have the last say..." then quickly resumed their positions of watching the door. Spot and duchess had yet to reappear from their room. Most of the newsie had already left for the distribution center, getting their papes. Sop the newsie day had begun except for the leaders.
A blissful giggle was heard from inside and they tensed while all three thought simultaneously, "Finally!"
Duchess and Spot emerged laughing softly, holding hands tightly, smiling with shimmer in their eyes, oblivious to the outside world. All the while making Slash gag with sickening till Meow gutted him in the stomach. Slash groaned loudly and whispered aggravated, "Will you all stop hittin me-"
He instantly stopped confused, for Meow had abruptly stood up and called in a bubbly voice, "Duchess!" her arms open.
Spot and Duchess rapidly looked in her direction, stopping immediately, their faces becoming blank.
Slash glanced confused to Deep both of them still crouching down, "Why is she talking to them? I thought we were hiding."
Deep rolled his eyes and began to raise his arm but it was instantly grabbed by Slash who said in warning, "Ya do, and I kick the shit out of ya."
Deep sharply released his arm and glared at him as he stood up.
Duchess smiled warmly at them, "How are ya Meow?" she nodded to boys additionally, "Deep, Slash?"
Deep and Slash nodded back not before greeting their leader, "Morning highness," who nodded back as well.
"Pretty good, pretty good," Meow replied grinning, her posture making it seem as if she was about to begun dancing. Aggravated, Spot asked impatiently, "What do ya want Meow?"
She motioned towards them, "Well, since you Spotty dearest," she winked at Duchess as he growled at the nickname, "is gonna be busy today, I thought Duchess here would like to sell with me taday, and we'd, like, have goil talk and stuff."
Not expecting this, Kayla peeped surprised, "Oh." She looked back and forth between Meow and Spot, not knowing what to say. "Su-sure, hey, why not?" she felt speechless; Meow actually wanted to do something with her, not anyone else, just her. She would actually have the chance of having a friend... maybe even having a true best friend.
Meow punched her fist in the air, "Great! This will be awesome." She took a hold of Duchess's hand, pulling her away from Spot, babbling swiftly, making Kayla's head spin, "Ooh, we gonna have goil talk taday, and gossip about all the boys dates lately, ya know the bitchy ones and ooh, best of all, get away from the boys. Ooh, this will be so much fun!"
Duchess looped arms with her, smiling politely as she was dragged away from Spot to the front door of the lodge house. She wanted to risk a chance of looking back at him, pleadingly now having second thoughts about being with this... wild girl... but figured it would be too rude, stared back at Meow. Though, Meow had a great point, this would be fun.
Spot was standing stock still as Duchess and the jabbering Meow strolled away, with his mouth open. She had just come up and took her. Dragged her away from his grip. Without asking if it was okay... well asking him if it was. And now they weren't even saying goodbye to him... well he didn't care if she did but he would have at least appreciated it if his own goil had said good-bye.
Or at least givin' him a farewell kiss.
Or a nice pat on the ass.
Yup, that would have been nice right now.
'But nooooo. Meow just had to come up and take her, all chatting away, promising things like shopping and guy looking. Man, how I wish I'se had things like dat to get her on me side, I mean really now, what better dings could guys do than that dat could get women would love. Noting. See what we mean, nothing better den shoppin' and guy huntin'. Well... maybe sex was but, hey, its not like we could go up and say, 'Hey baby, we are gonna have so much fun, ya know, having sex and everything.' See it don't work that way. Damn woman, she got everything.'
Yes, he knew Kayla deserved female companions, close ones, and that not many were around here and also knew that she really, really wanted that, but come on now. A nice squeeze on the ass would have done great to his hurting pride at the moment.
That's it, Meows gettin' soaked tonight.
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"So, M, what we gunna do today?"
"Well, D, I got some exciting plans for us. We're gunna get a dress!"
"You're jokin right?"
They were walking down the streets, their newspapers already bought and hanging down by their sides.
Well, Duchess was walking but Meow was... skipping.
Every few moments she would giggle, grinning at Kayla. Well, they sure did look like a pair, Kayla thought. Kayla's hat was pushed low, shielding her eyes from view, while Meows was high and inviting. Kayla black pants were smooth and fitting, while Meows was of bright brown and wrinkled. Her vest was the same as the paints while her shirt was contrasting red, making her lengthy russet hair notable. While Kayla choose her favorite new shirt. A matching honey colored shirt, a present from Spot, a way of saying he was always thinking of her, and including black suspenders. They were indeed a striking pair, both extravagant in their own ways, one a dark beauty, while the other an outgoing sensation.
Truly Brooklyn's finest.
Meow grinned wider, her eyes squinting in pure happiness. As much as she loved the girl... Kayla still cringed with distaste. How the hell could someone be so... perky? 'Tis unnatural.'
"Oh god, you're not joking."
Meow shook her head jollily, "Nope! Me and you got to get all dressed up for a party comin up. Ain't it exciting?! Well I think so! Do you? I think it will!"
Kayla bit her lip but, nonetheless, her fake smile grew wider. "Well... yes of.........course! But didn't we just have one?"
Meow furrowed her forehead in confusion but her face instantly resumed her 'normal' posture; bright eyes, annoyingly happy smile and of course the 'ever so loving' dimples.
'Gag.'
"Oh, you mean the welcoming newsie party? Oh, no this is different. Well you'd know that. Duh."
"Yea sure."
'What the hell is this girl talking about?'
Then it hit her. If the last party was a newsie celebration and this next one also is a newsie gathering... oh shit.
"I'm not gunna have to go up on the stage again right? Right!?"
Meow giggled, resting her hand on Kayla's arm, "Well silly, of course you will."
Kayla's dark eyes grew wider as she froze, making Meow almost trip on herself at the sudden stop. "I'm not goin up there. Not again, there's no way."
Meow didn't get it. "Well yea, you have to. Why wouldn't ya?"
Kayla firmly shook her head. "No, I'm not going to. Just because I am Spot's goil don't mean I have to go up there."
Meow scratched her head, bewildered. "That's the exact reason ya got to go up there."
"What? Not every leader is gunna be up there with his goil, so why does Brooklyn have to be?"
Meow stomped her foot, impatient as a young girl, "Because no other leader is gonna be up there. Only Brooklyn."
"Well, why only Brooklyn? What, they're the best hosts or something?"
"No, well yes, but no! The party is for Brooklyn so that is why they're up there!"
"Whys is it for Brooklyn? Does every territory get their own party or somethin?"
Meow smacked her hands over her face and mumbled through her fingers. "Sometimes. But this time it's for Brooklyn."
"Why's this one fer Brooklyn? What we do, beat up the most peoples?"
Meow groaned while raking her hands down her face before exploding, "Why!?! Because its Spots birthday, that's why!"
"What!?!" Kayla almost chocked herself, jumping back, yelling loudly. "It's Spots birthday?!?"
Its Spot's birthday!
Spot was going to be eighteen soon and she didn't know? Kayla rubbed her eyes tiredly, trying to comprehend this. She wished now she wasn't that annoying a moment ago, trying to get on Meows nerves, wished now she had known what the party was for, wished she had especially known Spot was going to actually have a birthday!
When Meow began giggling uncontrollably, Kayla immediately moved her fingers, peeking through them. The girl was about to begin rolling on the ground in the middle of the street surrounded by hundreds of people in the center of Brooklyn ...oh god.
Through fits of laughter, Meow rasped, "You... didn't know? You and Spots... don't know each others birthday?"
Kayla looked away; folding her arms, aggravated, embarrassed, annoyed and kicked Meow in the side, gently making her point. "So what? It just didn't come up, alright?"
Meow gradually stopped chuckling, unfortunately after a large group of people had stopped to watch and wander if the goil was feeling all right and wiped the tears at her eyes.
Kayla grudgingly stated, "It wasn't that funny."
Meow stopped, and placed a hand on her stomach, "Whew. Oh yea, it was."
Kayla was about to reply when someone behind Meow grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly turned her around. Wide-eyed Meow looked up into the agitated face of Black Out. Kayla then saw behind him was both Slash and Deep looking nervous, apparently very nervous, she noted, especially when they would glanced at her, which wasn't very often to begin with.
As Kayla gazed at the three boys, Black Out had whispered something into Meows ear. Whatever it happened to be, Kayla didn't catch it, it had made Meow tense, her neck and back becoming stiff as she sharply turned back around to Kayla.
She chuckled apprehensively as she looked back into Kayla puzzled eyes. She nervously scratched her head. Kayla then realized she was embarrassed. What ever had just happened or was going to happen, Meow must have forgotten it.
"Uh, Duchess, I just remembered something, so that dress thing is gunna have to wait, okay?"
Kayla, still mystified, just nodded her head. Meow smiled quickly and turned back to Black Out, who whispered something else, making Meow yet again edgy and turn back swiftly.
But this time her stature was different. Kayla surprisingly saw the uneasiness evaporate and strong determination become at hand.
"Black Out just informed me that Spot's gunna need some back up, so I need you to do a favor for me."
But Kayla didn't hear her issue; just the terrifying words in her panic state Spot and need for back up. She frantically looked to Black Out and Meow, "Is he all right, is everything okay? Is he hurt-"
Black Out raised his hands, holding back Kayla, trying to calm her, "Holds- holds it. He's ok. He just thinks he may needs extra men in case things go bad."
Kayla heaved a sigh of relief but was still doubtful. "Are you sure? Nothing's wrong-"
Meow moved forward. "Everything's okay. We promise. But since we got to go down there, we need your help with someting. Alright?"
Kayla rested her fist against her chest, her other hand gripping it. Her eyes darted to all their eyes anxiously, "Yea, of course, anything."
The four of them simultaneously raised their strings of newspapers, "We need you to sell these for us."
Kayla started, and blinked, visibly gulping. "Al-all of them?" They nodded.
"Al-alrights. Anything, remember?" She hesitantly reached for Meows mass, the boys following suit, stacking their papers on top of hers, and making Kayla falter with each pile.
Meow placed her hands firmly on Kayla's shoulders. Kayla nervously laughed, trying to hide the gasp that came with the extra weight of her hands. "Tanks' Duch. We owe you one."
Duchess half smiled, "Hey, no problem, anything for fellow newsies. Now, go make sure Spot's okay. And tell him I say be careful, got it?"
Slash boyishly grinned and saluted her, "Yes ma'am."
Deep stepped forward and placed his hat over his heart before sweeping it back on his head, "Consider it done my queen."
Kayla meekly smiled, "Deep, don't call me such things. I ain't no queen, just Spot's ol' goil. See, nothing special."
But Black Out bowed low, "But you shall always be a queen in our eyes, your beautiful royalness."
Kayla heaved the pile of newspapers higher in her grip, securing them and motioned a kick towards Black Out, "Ah git, you comedians. Enough messin' around and go protect my man."
They all laughed and began to jog away, saluting her yet again, calling out, "Yes, our queen!"
Kayla chuckled as she turned away, sighing, "Brooklyn... what do you expect?"
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"Think she can do it?"
"Think we gave her too many?"
"Think she'll pass?"
"Think you guys could shut up?"
The four of them were about a block away, silently watching Duchess as she made her way through the crowds. Slash wiped his sweating forehead, Meow tightly closed her eyes while crossing her fingers, Black Out folded his arms and watched patiently as Deep nervously bit his fingernails. All of them were peeking behind a corner, praying she wouldn't see them if she did look back, but it seemed unlikely, she was too far ahead, yet also praying she could sell all the papes by lunch. Hopefully Spot was a good enough teacher for her or... she was doomed.
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"260.... 280.... about 310. Great." Kayla counted, already discouraged. She didn't think she could sell these by lunchtime, but she had to try; these were her fellow newsies, she just had to. But she couldn't accomplish this anytime sooner by holding three hundred papers for that long. She had to stash half for now and then go back and sell the rest. She placed a finger against her lips, tapping. 'Where to put them? Where to put them?'
'The old kind lady at the restaurant!' Awhile back, Spot had taken her to a nice Italian restaurant, and the family, who had owned it, happened to love Spot and had soon fallen in love with her as well. They would without a doubt hold these for her.
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Kayla raised her hand in farewell as she opened the door, smiling. She laughed harder and replied, "Yes Alberto, I shall tell him, do not worry." She giggled at his answer then waved her hand enthusiastically, and called, "Good day Mrs. Celino, and, yes. Thanks again! I will be back shortly."
She giggled as she walked away, munching on her bread stick. Oh, how she loved those people. It made her think of the imaginary family Kayla thought up of her and Spot. They would have lots of kids and grandkids, just like the Celino's, all happy and close, always having fun times, joking and messing around. It was one thing she truly wanted and wished. Well, enough about the future, I have a job I need to do.
She heaved a sigh and began walking down the streets, looking at the front cover, thinking what new name would be better for it.
"DRUNK FOUND IN ALLEY, HOSTILE FUED WITH POLICE AFTERWARDS"
'First of all, not a very good headline to begin with, but hmm.' Kayla grinned and fanned the paper high overhead and shouted, "Extra! Extra! Drunk Murdered in Dark Alley, Killer Runnin' from Police!" Immediately twenty unknowing customers around stopped, stepped forth to the innocent Kayla and bought the papers. Kayla grinned at them all, thanking, and quickly continued on her way, making sure she wasn't around when the real cover story was read.
Kayla stepped up to another corner and flipped through the pages and stopped on page nine.
"Central park needs new bench's, cleaning required."
Kayla shook her head at that small article. What the hell is that about? But nodded none the less and raised her arm, "Central park sued thousand of dollars, kids gettin' hurt daily due to reckless carelessness!"
This time, less people stepped up and purchased her papes, though Kayla unfortunately understood that. 'What do you expect with such a shitty headline?'
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The day slowly went on with Kayla's pile slowly decreasing, but they were not selling quick enough. Mid morning had already passed and Kayla had went back to the restaurant and attained her other pile of papes. Now she had around a hundred left with an hour to go. Kayla had thought about just skipping lunch and spending time on just selling the rest of the papes, but she couldn't do that; the meeting could end early and Meow and them would be without lunch if she didn't get them their money.
Kayla just sighed, pulling her hat lower over her eyes and continued on.
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"She's gunna do it, I know it!"
"Aw, shut-up... ya don't know that."
"He's right. I believe she will."
"You shut-up too, Black, don't encourage Slash."
"How about ya all three shut-up befere I soak ya all."
Black Out, Deep and Slash looked at each other, then back to her. "Is it just me boys..." Black Out replied coolly, folding his arms, "...or is our dear Meow always tellin' us to shut-up?" Catching his drift, Deep and Slash also folded their arms looking at her and nodded. "Yea, I believe you're right Black Out. She does keep doing that, now doesn't she?"
Slash agreed, "Well, yes, she does. So what are we gonna do about it boys-"
Meow was watching Duchess intently when she heard this little interaction and rolled her eyes as she turned sharply around, pointing her finger at them. "Ya dare try anyting, I'm soakin' all three of ya twice but not just that; I'm going to Spot and saying ya all were checking out his ass this morning."
They all widened their eyes in shock, freezing, then simultaneously Black Out immediately shaded his eyes and looked to the sky saying breezily, "Nice weather were havin', huh boys?" as Deep glanced to the side asking out of the air, trying to look casual, "So, like, what are bricks made out of, boys? Metal?" while Slash looked sharply down intently, gulping, "Man, I got to get my shoes polished soon, huh boys?"
Meow grinned and said to herself while turning back around, "Thought so."
Once she turned around, the three of them stopped and looked sharply at her. Then they each stepped forward, quietly, as to not make her turn around, and Slash angrily motioned with his hands as if he had a bat and was smashing it on her head as Black Out laid, animatedly, a palm flat open and banged his fist hardly on it as Deep kicked furiously close to Meow's legs repeatedly, but not touching.
They continued to do this until Meow sharply turned around and each of them instantly stood still smiling at her innocently. She eyed them suspiciously and began to turn around to her former position or so the boys thought. As they each raised their arms or legs to resume 'hitting' her, she immediately turned back around and caught each of them.
"Real funny boy's, do it again and you're all dead."
They all grumbled, muttering quiet insults ands threw their hands together across their chests in a huff. But as she turned back around they tried to do it again, she called over her shoulder, stopping them in mid motion as they glanced nervously at each other,
"You do it one more time and I'm tellin Spot you're all thinkin' he's goin' soft and that he looks like a goil."
'Oh shit!'
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Kayla had a fourth of her pile left and only ten minutes to go. She happened to be in a bad place to sell and she couldn't find a better selling spot either; it would take too long to go across town. So she had to just bear with what she got. What she needed was a good headline that she could improve the truth on it just a little. She snorted; 'yea that was what every newsie wanted but wait,' 'she thought as she came across page seven.
"Town Lake running low, animalists scurry to save fish."
Kayla smirked. Maybe she would only have to improve the truth here... only a little.
"Massive Shark Found in City River, Thousands killed, Others Flee!"
'Whoa, now that got peoples attention.' Many stopped and scampered over, shouting over the now forming crowd around her for a pape. Kayla joyously looked at all the people wanting one and the money being handed to her. She was finally able to dash through the crowd to a corner and watch as they read the story. She covered her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle as they looked all around for her then strutting off in a huff, muttering the words street rat and lying wretch once they couldn't spot her.
Kayla looked down to her one last paper in her hand and shrugged her shoulders and threw it into the nearest dumpster. Why bother, it could just come out my pay. And she made her way to the docks, grinning widely; proud of her self, and thrilled she was actually able to accomplish that.
'I can't wait till Spot finds out.........he'll be so thrilled.'
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Meow and Slash grabbed hands and jumped up and down joyously while Black Out just smiled, pleased.
"She did it! She did it!"
Deep folded his arms and leaned against a wall, "I told ya she could do it."
They stopped jumping and looked at him, then each other, rolling their eyes and hit him on the head and the three of them began their way to the docks.
Deep rubbed his head and muttered, following them, "Well... I did."
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Kayla made her way through the docks, nodding her head in greeting as the newsies all stopped what they were doing and addressed her.
"Hiya Duchess."
"Hey Duchy!"
"Duchess, yo!"
Kayla smiled at them and continued to the back, wondering if Spot was there yet. But, to her disappointment, he wasn't, only Meow and them.
Meow, Black Out, Deep and Slash stood on the second highest crate, not daring to be seen on Spot's throne and waited for her to make her way to them.
Seeing them, Kayla smiled and held up the bag of coins. They all grinned and jumped down to her. All the newsies had gathered around listened as they conversed.
"Meow, Meow! Look I did it!" She handed her the bag, her 100-watt smile on as she grinned at them.
Meow launched forward and hugged her, "Ya did do it! Ya did!"
She pulled back and smiled at her, holding her by the shoulders, "Tanks Duch. As I said, we owe you one."
Kayla humbly smiled, waving her off. "Oh, it was nothing. I had to help you out. So where's Spot?"
But Meow acted as if she didn't hear her last question and motioned to all the newsies to gather close and called to all of them. "Boys, ya all may want to hear this. Our Duchess here, just sold 300 hundred papes!"
They all erupted into roar and clapping, all patting her on the back. Kayla blushed ferociously and politely bowed her head. Meow motioned them for quiet and was about to yell to the silence when a loud angry call was heard,
"What the hell is goin on here?"
Everyone immediately froze and a path was formed, showing Spot at the back of the crowd, his hands resting on the top of his cane, looking strangely calm as he looked ahead to Meow and them.
The waves of the ocean was heard; their soft rolling and falling noticed quite easily in the silence, as well as the newsies labored breathing. Everyone gulped as he slowly made his way down the path, staring straight at the nervous four, making them each cringe and wince with each step. Kayla held her elbows, baffled, as she looked puzzled at everyone around her. Why were they all scared? What was wrong?
Deep, trying to make things less... heated, stepped forward and waved to Spot, smiled enthusiastically, about to say-
But Spot raised his finger at him and clipped, "Don't say anything."
And so Deep slowly shrunk, disappearing behind Meow and Black Out.
Meow placed her fingertips together nervously and explained, "See the thing is Spot, your highness-"
Spot stopped walking, five feet in front of them and stamped his cane hard on the wood, making the docks ring in the silence.
"Didn't I just say don't speak?"
Meow slowly lowered her hands to her sides and looked ahead, waiting for what was coming for her.
Spot looked at his boys around him, glaring and said sharply to them, "Leave. All of you." They immediately ran off the docks, away from him as he ordered, not daring to look back. But the four of them stayed still, holding their hands in front of them, staring only straight ahead, waiting for him to speak again. Kayla looked between them and thought it best she left as well.
She walked by Spot, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek, and was going to leave it at that, but he turned his head to her, sliding his arm around her waist and grinned at her, making her do as well.
"Hey baby." He said softly, pulling her close.
Kayla smiled in reply and said, "Hey sweetie."
"How are you?" he asked, nuzzling her neck, kissing her delicately on her cheek.
She ran her hands through his hair, making his hat fall and smiled at him gently. "I am happy." She said her eyes shining, switching into her English accent, and making Spot think she was even more beautiful, if possible.
Meow and Black Out looked at each other confused, each sharing a look, wondering how she could talk like that, but Spot saw this out of the corner of his eye and raised his arm, pointing his cane at them and said strictly, "Don't do anyting!"
He then chuckled, and looked lovingly at Kayla and asked, eyes glowing, "Now why would that be, beautiful?"
Kayla grinned widely, scrunching her eyes, hunching her shoulders up, making it seem as if a little girl had a secret and said joyously, "I just sold three hundred papers!"
Spot widened his eyes with an open smile and he lifted her up in his arms and twirled her, making her giggle as she raised her head to the sky. "That is great baby!" He placed her down and gave her a hard, long kiss. Once they parted, they smiled at each other, lightly rubbing their noses together and Kayla whispered, "I shall be at the Celino's place. I'll see you there in ten minutes."
Spot grinned, nodding and said, "I'll be there baby." Slowly Kayla walked away, still holding his hand, smiling at him, and Spot watched her as well till finally their hands couldn't hold anymore and dropped to their sides.
Spot watched her intently as she picked up his hat, placing it on her head, winking at him before turning and walked away. Though once he was sure she was out of earshot, he sharply turned around, causing the four to jump. He stared carefully at them, silent and waiting. He narrowed his scathing blue eyes at them, flames burning brightly behind the orbs.
"Why the hell did she just sell three hundred papes?"
Each of them started at his words, closing their eyes with every ring they made in their minds. They said nothing, not daring to make a mistake in his presence now, waiting till he actually said the command they could speak.
"What the hell happened that would make her sell three hundred fuckin' papers?"
Each of them cringed, flinching each time he said something, pressing their lips together tightly, yet they stood still, not answering, not meeting his eyes, respectively.
Spot was furious. Why would Kayla need to sell that many papes? It was unheard of, unthinkable and, yet, here were his highest newsies making her do just that. God, he was mad; he wanted to rant, wanted to scream, yell. He wanted break things, throw things, strangle, hurt, and kill. Ugh! How could this happen?
He threw his cane down to the ground and yelled, "Why the hell did she have to fuckin' do that? Why her!? Why couldn't you bastards get another god damn newsboy?"
Each of them flinched when the cane fell at their feet. Spot was fuming mad; this was worst than usual; fierier than they expected. Meow swallowed and stepped up and replied lifelessly, "We needed her to."
Spot sharply turned to her and replied, "What, ya guys couldn't do it? Lost your damn touch?" He was mocking them, they all knew it but they didn't respond to it. "Why the hell couldn't ya sell your own papes? Huh?" He kicked a crate nearest to him, making it shatter into a million timbers. But they didn't recoil as he made his way closer to them, only stood unmoving and silent.
"We can't tell you." was the motionless answer from Black Out.
Spot stopped, and swerved his enraged eyes to him and raised his finger accusingly to him. "Don't ya dare. You're soacked if ya try it."
But Black Out didn't back down; he slowly moved his eyes to Spot's and said again, this time gradually, "We... can't... tell... you."
Spot growled, and charged to him, grabbing him by the neck, thrashing him against the staked crates. Black Out was his closest Brooklyn friend and here he was disobeying him. He wouldn't stand for it. No one ever did this to Spot Conlon. No one.
Spot was under a few inches shorter than him, but it didn't matter as he threw him against the wall yet again, making Black Out's head bang against it. Spot brought his face close and stared at him and whispered angrily,
"I tolds ya not to, and ya did it anyway." He threw his body against the wall again. "I specifically said not ta do it and you did!"
He brought his face against his, nose touching, "Ya do it again and you'll get more then a black eye Black Out." And he reared back and punched him swiftly in the eye, making him crumble the ground.
He turned around and grabbed Slash and Deep by their shirtfronts and held them against the wall next to the hunched Black Out. "Don't do this again." And hit them each in the stomach, making them gasp and fall to the ground.
He turned next to Meow. She was still staring ahead, arms behind her, feet apart. The three fallen boys watched nervously as he made his way in front of her. But Spot would never hurt the girl, no matter how much he despised what she did sometimes. He respected girls, respected them just enough not to hit them.
He roughly grabbed her by the chin, making her gasp as he shook her. She was a good head shorter than him, making her look up while he glared down at her. But when he looked into her eyes, he noted she wasn't frightened; she held her ground. He respected that too, it was one of the reasons she was second in command; she didn't take shit from no one, but now she would know her place. He shook her again and said in a undertone,
"Don't do that again Meow. You're in trouble if ya do.... You're out of your newsie position if you mess in her life again. You're not gunna be second if you do another stunt like that, and.... " He looked at the three fallen boys watching him, "...you're all gone if ya try to." He glanced sharply at Meow who was boldly glaring at him. He shook her out of his hold, "I mean it Meow." and launched her into the grips of Black Out. He glared at them again.
Shaking his head, he picked up his fallen cane and hat, and slowly made his way off the docks. The four of them watched him silently, each having their own thoughts, some thankful they had just gotten off with a hit, while others thought he had no right, but were all just content that it was just over.
Slash, thinking it was finally time to go, slowly got up and made the long way to land. Slowly one by one, each of them left after the other until only Meow lingered. She insensibly stared ahead, her chin resting on her knuckles that were on her knees, silent and still. For a while she stayed like that, just sitting and thinking till she suddenly clenched her right fist and hit the crate side of her hardly, growling, making a piercing bang ring through the docks till it drowned silently in the sways of the ocean.
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"Phase One"
CH 18
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Kayla laid there, sighing in content. It was late into the night, the sun soon into it's way of showing itself. All around the air was peaceful, the newsies and as well as the residents of Brooklyn asleep in their cozy cots and bunks.
Kayla sighed yet again and pulled Spot closer. He was lying against her, trying to get her warmth as much as possible. His arms wrapped tight around her, his head upon her chest. Kayla was holding him around the shoulders, giving off the innocent look as though a mother was cradling a son.
Though, the two of them weren't looking so innocent a while ago, thought Kayla with a roll of her eyes and a satisfied grin.
Spot had without a doubt kept her satisfied the last couple of nights. Kayla giggled with delight. She never knew she could ever feel like this. Happiness, unquestionable pleasure, protection, love. And it had only been just a few days since Spot was told of her past.
Each day he had showered her with love, treating her as a lady with flowers, gestures and of course, the random, but undeniably cute, 'I love you's."
Though if anyone heard or saw any of this, Spot would quickly put the newsie in his or, of course, her place if they thought their leader was going soft.
Kayla laughed quietly at an incidence such as that. Spot had happened to brush his lips across the back of her palm when they heard a snicker behind them.
They quickly turned around to find a newsie smirking at them. His name was- Kayla furrowed her brow in remembrance, it was.........Slash, yes, that was it. He had his arms crossed and one eyebrow rose defiantly. He didn't say anything but it was clearly shown he was mocking them.
Spot slowly let go of Kayla's hand, giving her a quick look apology before masking his emotions and turning to Slash.
Kayla stepped back, crossed her arms and watched the show.
It was freaky; what Spot could do. Instantly change his face to bear his mask and hide emotion. Colors would slide over his eyes, transforming them to fit with his feeling and situation. His face would become blank for an instant before adjusting. His body would become tensed and dominance would surround him, sending off the aura that frightened everyone who knew him of. Kayla felt bad for the people who were just acquainted with him, or had the chance of just meeting him once or twice. No one really knew his real nature, except the ones he let in. Only his good, trustful friends truly saw him. And Kayla was glad she was one of them, especially being at the top of this list and just being 'his'. Spot was an amazing guy, a man everyone in his or her life wanted or wanted to be.
Realizing this had turned to the wrong way, not his way, Slash blinked and stood straighter, his hands falling awkwardly to the sides. Spot had stopped his intimidating self in front of him, tall and silent. Spot slowly reached for his cane in his belt loop, lifting it out of it. Every pair of eyes was on this slow movement, watching everything the Brooklyn leader did. He leisurely set the cane down. The soft tap was heard and he rested his hands on top of the gold peak.
And he stood there, quiet and watchful, his silver, flaming eyes staring into Slash's nervous ones. Slash took a quick step back and glanced uncertainly around the room. Every pair eyes he met looked down, talking a step back, indicating he was on his own.
Oh shit.
Though, two pairs of eyes didn't falter in his gaze, Spots and Kayla's. Both held defiance and dominance though Kayla's held a hint of amusement.
Still staring deeps into slash's eyes, in a commanding tone one everyone recognized, Spot asked, "Do you, by chance, have anyting to say, Slash?"
Slash shifted his footing, and cleared his throat before stuttering, "Uh, n- no sir."
Spot's left eyebrow arched; he didn't believe him. Continuing, "Are... you ya sure?"
Shit, I'm dead.
"Ye-yes sir. Positive."
Spot opened an arm welcomingly, "You know Slash... you can tell me anything... Anything.
A muffled giggled was heard from Kayla. Oh god, she thought amused, he's enjoying this, tormenting his newsies, making them think he'd actually do something!
Slash swiftly wiped away at his sweating forehead. "Yea. Of co-course sir."
Spot grinned. He leaned back on his heels and crossed his arms, raised his chin and nodded, satisfied.
"Well then, get out of my sight."
Slash quickly took his chance and scurried out of Spots view. Looking upon Slash's fast departure as a good idea, the people who had witnessed this interaction swiftly left the room.
Waiting for the last newsie to scamper off, Kayla looked back to Spot. One of her hands was resting snug against her hip while the other hung limp in boredom. Her tongue was slightly protruding out of her right check, the lump visible on her creamy feeling skin. Her left eyebrow was arched, giving off the impression she was annoyed, and gave a smirk.
When Spot looked at the way she was, he stood there a second, watching her expression and posture. He expected her to say something, and waited for it. But she stood there also, silent and waiting herself.
A tapping began from her foot.
Spot pressed his lips together, looking down. Not being able to take it anymore, he looped his arms behind his back, and rocked on his heels, asking innocently, "What?"
Kayla shook her head and rolled her eyes. Spot waited and waited for her to answer but she stood ground.
Nervous, still rocking, Spot tried again, "Uh... pretty face? Ya want to say someting?"
Nothing.
Aggravated, Spot sharply turned around and motioned to the skies with his face raised, "Why me?" All the girls in the past would just giggle and smile wide at him and would do anything he'd ask. This one didn't. Hey, maybe that was why she never bored him. Hmm, who knows?
Kayla gave a tut tut sound, which made Spot turn back around at the noise. She lifted her fallen hand to her face, inspecting her nails, making Spot think as if she didn't have a care in the world.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he hastily said, "What? I didn't do anything."
Kayla glanced sharply at him, piercing him with her weighing glance, then back down. Spot felt guilty for an unknown reason. The way she looked, he felt he had to explain himself for then and every sin he committed and ask for forgiveness. Weird huh?
Kayla grinned inwardly. She liked this effect she had on him.
Still gazing at her hand, she replied laid-back, "Darling, I wish you would not do that," switching into her English accent, which she used when she was alone with him.
This time Spot gave an exasperated sigh, although added more drama in to it, drawling the words more, saying them slowly, "Do what? I don't know what you're talkin about." Spot lowered his head into his arms, murmuring, "Baby, I'm so confused."
Kayla tried to suppress a quiet giggle but came out with a chocked snort. He was a good actor; she'd give him that.
Calming herself quickly, she walked forward, and gently placed her warm hands over his, cooing softly, "Ah, I know you are tired and confused, but you do know what I am talking about. I do not like you messing around with your newsies."
Spot lifted his head and said sheepishly, "It was just a little bit of fun."
"Scaring them half to death is fun?"
Spot grinned, "Hell yea."
At Kayla's scolding look, Spot coughed, looked to the ground, and muttered, "Yea, not fun, not fun. It's bad and naughty."
Trying to get him to understand, Kayla tried, "Spot," she said softly, "They do not know you like others do; the trustful ones you let in. They do not know you would not truly hurt them; they don't know they're empty threats."
Spot stood straighter, "Me threats aren't emp-"
"Yes they are, when you're dealing with your newsies. Though, with your enemies, and ones who are risky and new, your threats are true against them but with your newsies ...oh I just do not like the way your treat them."
"If I didn't act this way, then everyting around here would be out of hand. I got to give them discipline and order."
Kayla was about to give up, "Yes I know, but Jack does not do that. He is buds with all of his newsies."
Spot nodded, "Yes but Jack can set his newsies in order if need be. And if I acted that way he does with his newsies... do you think I would be known as I was now?"
He didn't let her answer. "If I acted rough and mean in front of others but not my newsies, what would happen if anyone would ask one of me boys how I truly was, or how dey were treated? If dey said I was soft and fair and nice, do ya think I would be famous and feared of? No, I wouldn't be."
Her honey eyes grew softer; yes, she did see why he acted the way he did. She nodded, "Yes I understand... but you could still be just a tad nicer to them, correct?"
Spot laughed. She just didn't give up, this defiant beauty. That was one of the reasons he liked her so much. "Alright, I'll be a tad nicer but not much. Do ya know what would happen if it went around that Spot Conlon, great leader of Brooklyn, was goin soft?"
Kayla grinned, raising her hand in the air, quite like a little schoolgirl, "Ooh I know this one. They would heave a sigh of relief and come out of their hiding places."
"Ha ha, funny."
"I thought so."
"But I don't."
"Your point?"
"Umm... that your in big trouble?"
"Ha, now that is funny."
"No, not really. I don't think so."
"Well, does it look like I would care otherwise?"
"Oh, yea ya will when I get done wit'cha."
"That depends."
"Depends on what?"
"If you can catch me!"
Kayla dashed out of his arms and out the door, laughing. Spot grinned, and muttered, "Oh I will, I will... you ain't never goin far."
After giving her moment's head start, he swiftly made after her, hot on her trail.
Kayla smiled, running her hand softly through his silky hair. Every moment of every second of their lives was precious.
Because, who truly knew when it would all end?
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"So how are we gonna get Duchess aways from him?"
A loud smack was heard following the whispered question quite audibly in the once quiet lobby as well as loud groan.
"Ya idiot. I already told ya." Deep whispered angrily at Slash.
"Yea, but ya didn't have to hit me asshole."
"Why, I out to give ya a nice shiner to go with that big mouth-"
"Shut ups both of ya." Meow growled hitting them both up beside the head. "Enough. Spot is goin to the leader meeting, so Duchess is gonna have to stay and then we can do phase one. Now shut-up!"
They nodded, not before glaring at her back forcefully, mumbling, "Women... have to always have the last say..." then quickly resumed their positions of watching the door. Spot and duchess had yet to reappear from their room. Most of the newsie had already left for the distribution center, getting their papes. Sop the newsie day had begun except for the leaders.
A blissful giggle was heard from inside and they tensed while all three thought simultaneously, "Finally!"
Duchess and Spot emerged laughing softly, holding hands tightly, smiling with shimmer in their eyes, oblivious to the outside world. All the while making Slash gag with sickening till Meow gutted him in the stomach. Slash groaned loudly and whispered aggravated, "Will you all stop hittin me-"
He instantly stopped confused, for Meow had abruptly stood up and called in a bubbly voice, "Duchess!" her arms open.
Spot and Duchess rapidly looked in her direction, stopping immediately, their faces becoming blank.
Slash glanced confused to Deep both of them still crouching down, "Why is she talking to them? I thought we were hiding."
Deep rolled his eyes and began to raise his arm but it was instantly grabbed by Slash who said in warning, "Ya do, and I kick the shit out of ya."
Deep sharply released his arm and glared at him as he stood up.
Duchess smiled warmly at them, "How are ya Meow?" she nodded to boys additionally, "Deep, Slash?"
Deep and Slash nodded back not before greeting their leader, "Morning highness," who nodded back as well.
"Pretty good, pretty good," Meow replied grinning, her posture making it seem as if she was about to begun dancing. Aggravated, Spot asked impatiently, "What do ya want Meow?"
She motioned towards them, "Well, since you Spotty dearest," she winked at Duchess as he growled at the nickname, "is gonna be busy today, I thought Duchess here would like to sell with me taday, and we'd, like, have goil talk and stuff."
Not expecting this, Kayla peeped surprised, "Oh." She looked back and forth between Meow and Spot, not knowing what to say. "Su-sure, hey, why not?" she felt speechless; Meow actually wanted to do something with her, not anyone else, just her. She would actually have the chance of having a friend... maybe even having a true best friend.
Meow punched her fist in the air, "Great! This will be awesome." She took a hold of Duchess's hand, pulling her away from Spot, babbling swiftly, making Kayla's head spin, "Ooh, we gonna have goil talk taday, and gossip about all the boys dates lately, ya know the bitchy ones and ooh, best of all, get away from the boys. Ooh, this will be so much fun!"
Duchess looped arms with her, smiling politely as she was dragged away from Spot to the front door of the lodge house. She wanted to risk a chance of looking back at him, pleadingly now having second thoughts about being with this... wild girl... but figured it would be too rude, stared back at Meow. Though, Meow had a great point, this would be fun.
Spot was standing stock still as Duchess and the jabbering Meow strolled away, with his mouth open. She had just come up and took her. Dragged her away from his grip. Without asking if it was okay... well asking him if it was. And now they weren't even saying goodbye to him... well he didn't care if she did but he would have at least appreciated it if his own goil had said good-bye.
Or at least givin' him a farewell kiss.
Or a nice pat on the ass.
Yup, that would have been nice right now.
'But nooooo. Meow just had to come up and take her, all chatting away, promising things like shopping and guy looking. Man, how I wish I'se had things like dat to get her on me side, I mean really now, what better dings could guys do than that dat could get women would love. Noting. See what we mean, nothing better den shoppin' and guy huntin'. Well... maybe sex was but, hey, its not like we could go up and say, 'Hey baby, we are gonna have so much fun, ya know, having sex and everything.' See it don't work that way. Damn woman, she got everything.'
Yes, he knew Kayla deserved female companions, close ones, and that not many were around here and also knew that she really, really wanted that, but come on now. A nice squeeze on the ass would have done great to his hurting pride at the moment.
That's it, Meows gettin' soaked tonight.
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"So, M, what we gunna do today?"
"Well, D, I got some exciting plans for us. We're gunna get a dress!"
"You're jokin right?"
They were walking down the streets, their newspapers already bought and hanging down by their sides.
Well, Duchess was walking but Meow was... skipping.
Every few moments she would giggle, grinning at Kayla. Well, they sure did look like a pair, Kayla thought. Kayla's hat was pushed low, shielding her eyes from view, while Meows was high and inviting. Kayla black pants were smooth and fitting, while Meows was of bright brown and wrinkled. Her vest was the same as the paints while her shirt was contrasting red, making her lengthy russet hair notable. While Kayla choose her favorite new shirt. A matching honey colored shirt, a present from Spot, a way of saying he was always thinking of her, and including black suspenders. They were indeed a striking pair, both extravagant in their own ways, one a dark beauty, while the other an outgoing sensation.
Truly Brooklyn's finest.
Meow grinned wider, her eyes squinting in pure happiness. As much as she loved the girl... Kayla still cringed with distaste. How the hell could someone be so... perky? 'Tis unnatural.'
"Oh god, you're not joking."
Meow shook her head jollily, "Nope! Me and you got to get all dressed up for a party comin up. Ain't it exciting?! Well I think so! Do you? I think it will!"
Kayla bit her lip but, nonetheless, her fake smile grew wider. "Well... yes of.........course! But didn't we just have one?"
Meow furrowed her forehead in confusion but her face instantly resumed her 'normal' posture; bright eyes, annoyingly happy smile and of course the 'ever so loving' dimples.
'Gag.'
"Oh, you mean the welcoming newsie party? Oh, no this is different. Well you'd know that. Duh."
"Yea sure."
'What the hell is this girl talking about?'
Then it hit her. If the last party was a newsie celebration and this next one also is a newsie gathering... oh shit.
"I'm not gunna have to go up on the stage again right? Right!?"
Meow giggled, resting her hand on Kayla's arm, "Well silly, of course you will."
Kayla's dark eyes grew wider as she froze, making Meow almost trip on herself at the sudden stop. "I'm not goin up there. Not again, there's no way."
Meow didn't get it. "Well yea, you have to. Why wouldn't ya?"
Kayla firmly shook her head. "No, I'm not going to. Just because I am Spot's goil don't mean I have to go up there."
Meow scratched her head, bewildered. "That's the exact reason ya got to go up there."
"What? Not every leader is gunna be up there with his goil, so why does Brooklyn have to be?"
Meow stomped her foot, impatient as a young girl, "Because no other leader is gonna be up there. Only Brooklyn."
"Well, why only Brooklyn? What, they're the best hosts or something?"
"No, well yes, but no! The party is for Brooklyn so that is why they're up there!"
"Whys is it for Brooklyn? Does every territory get their own party or somethin?"
Meow smacked her hands over her face and mumbled through her fingers. "Sometimes. But this time it's for Brooklyn."
"Why's this one fer Brooklyn? What we do, beat up the most peoples?"
Meow groaned while raking her hands down her face before exploding, "Why!?! Because its Spots birthday, that's why!"
"What!?!" Kayla almost chocked herself, jumping back, yelling loudly. "It's Spots birthday?!?"
Its Spot's birthday!
Spot was going to be eighteen soon and she didn't know? Kayla rubbed her eyes tiredly, trying to comprehend this. She wished now she wasn't that annoying a moment ago, trying to get on Meows nerves, wished now she had known what the party was for, wished she had especially known Spot was going to actually have a birthday!
When Meow began giggling uncontrollably, Kayla immediately moved her fingers, peeking through them. The girl was about to begin rolling on the ground in the middle of the street surrounded by hundreds of people in the center of Brooklyn ...oh god.
Through fits of laughter, Meow rasped, "You... didn't know? You and Spots... don't know each others birthday?"
Kayla looked away; folding her arms, aggravated, embarrassed, annoyed and kicked Meow in the side, gently making her point. "So what? It just didn't come up, alright?"
Meow gradually stopped chuckling, unfortunately after a large group of people had stopped to watch and wander if the goil was feeling all right and wiped the tears at her eyes.
Kayla grudgingly stated, "It wasn't that funny."
Meow stopped, and placed a hand on her stomach, "Whew. Oh yea, it was."
Kayla was about to reply when someone behind Meow grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly turned her around. Wide-eyed Meow looked up into the agitated face of Black Out. Kayla then saw behind him was both Slash and Deep looking nervous, apparently very nervous, she noted, especially when they would glanced at her, which wasn't very often to begin with.
As Kayla gazed at the three boys, Black Out had whispered something into Meows ear. Whatever it happened to be, Kayla didn't catch it, it had made Meow tense, her neck and back becoming stiff as she sharply turned back around to Kayla.
She chuckled apprehensively as she looked back into Kayla puzzled eyes. She nervously scratched her head. Kayla then realized she was embarrassed. What ever had just happened or was going to happen, Meow must have forgotten it.
"Uh, Duchess, I just remembered something, so that dress thing is gunna have to wait, okay?"
Kayla, still mystified, just nodded her head. Meow smiled quickly and turned back to Black Out, who whispered something else, making Meow yet again edgy and turn back swiftly.
But this time her stature was different. Kayla surprisingly saw the uneasiness evaporate and strong determination become at hand.
"Black Out just informed me that Spot's gunna need some back up, so I need you to do a favor for me."
But Kayla didn't hear her issue; just the terrifying words in her panic state Spot and need for back up. She frantically looked to Black Out and Meow, "Is he all right, is everything okay? Is he hurt-"
Black Out raised his hands, holding back Kayla, trying to calm her, "Holds- holds it. He's ok. He just thinks he may needs extra men in case things go bad."
Kayla heaved a sigh of relief but was still doubtful. "Are you sure? Nothing's wrong-"
Meow moved forward. "Everything's okay. We promise. But since we got to go down there, we need your help with someting. Alright?"
Kayla rested her fist against her chest, her other hand gripping it. Her eyes darted to all their eyes anxiously, "Yea, of course, anything."
The four of them simultaneously raised their strings of newspapers, "We need you to sell these for us."
Kayla started, and blinked, visibly gulping. "Al-all of them?" They nodded.
"Al-alrights. Anything, remember?" She hesitantly reached for Meows mass, the boys following suit, stacking their papers on top of hers, and making Kayla falter with each pile.
Meow placed her hands firmly on Kayla's shoulders. Kayla nervously laughed, trying to hide the gasp that came with the extra weight of her hands. "Tanks' Duch. We owe you one."
Duchess half smiled, "Hey, no problem, anything for fellow newsies. Now, go make sure Spot's okay. And tell him I say be careful, got it?"
Slash boyishly grinned and saluted her, "Yes ma'am."
Deep stepped forward and placed his hat over his heart before sweeping it back on his head, "Consider it done my queen."
Kayla meekly smiled, "Deep, don't call me such things. I ain't no queen, just Spot's ol' goil. See, nothing special."
But Black Out bowed low, "But you shall always be a queen in our eyes, your beautiful royalness."
Kayla heaved the pile of newspapers higher in her grip, securing them and motioned a kick towards Black Out, "Ah git, you comedians. Enough messin' around and go protect my man."
They all laughed and began to jog away, saluting her yet again, calling out, "Yes, our queen!"
Kayla chuckled as she turned away, sighing, "Brooklyn... what do you expect?"
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"Think she can do it?"
"Think we gave her too many?"
"Think she'll pass?"
"Think you guys could shut up?"
The four of them were about a block away, silently watching Duchess as she made her way through the crowds. Slash wiped his sweating forehead, Meow tightly closed her eyes while crossing her fingers, Black Out folded his arms and watched patiently as Deep nervously bit his fingernails. All of them were peeking behind a corner, praying she wouldn't see them if she did look back, but it seemed unlikely, she was too far ahead, yet also praying she could sell all the papes by lunch. Hopefully Spot was a good enough teacher for her or... she was doomed.
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"260.... 280.... about 310. Great." Kayla counted, already discouraged. She didn't think she could sell these by lunchtime, but she had to try; these were her fellow newsies, she just had to. But she couldn't accomplish this anytime sooner by holding three hundred papers for that long. She had to stash half for now and then go back and sell the rest. She placed a finger against her lips, tapping. 'Where to put them? Where to put them?'
'The old kind lady at the restaurant!' Awhile back, Spot had taken her to a nice Italian restaurant, and the family, who had owned it, happened to love Spot and had soon fallen in love with her as well. They would without a doubt hold these for her.
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Kayla raised her hand in farewell as she opened the door, smiling. She laughed harder and replied, "Yes Alberto, I shall tell him, do not worry." She giggled at his answer then waved her hand enthusiastically, and called, "Good day Mrs. Celino, and, yes. Thanks again! I will be back shortly."
She giggled as she walked away, munching on her bread stick. Oh, how she loved those people. It made her think of the imaginary family Kayla thought up of her and Spot. They would have lots of kids and grandkids, just like the Celino's, all happy and close, always having fun times, joking and messing around. It was one thing she truly wanted and wished. Well, enough about the future, I have a job I need to do.
She heaved a sigh and began walking down the streets, looking at the front cover, thinking what new name would be better for it.
"DRUNK FOUND IN ALLEY, HOSTILE FUED WITH POLICE AFTERWARDS"
'First of all, not a very good headline to begin with, but hmm.' Kayla grinned and fanned the paper high overhead and shouted, "Extra! Extra! Drunk Murdered in Dark Alley, Killer Runnin' from Police!" Immediately twenty unknowing customers around stopped, stepped forth to the innocent Kayla and bought the papers. Kayla grinned at them all, thanking, and quickly continued on her way, making sure she wasn't around when the real cover story was read.
Kayla stepped up to another corner and flipped through the pages and stopped on page nine.
"Central park needs new bench's, cleaning required."
Kayla shook her head at that small article. What the hell is that about? But nodded none the less and raised her arm, "Central park sued thousand of dollars, kids gettin' hurt daily due to reckless carelessness!"
This time, less people stepped up and purchased her papes, though Kayla unfortunately understood that. 'What do you expect with such a shitty headline?'
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The day slowly went on with Kayla's pile slowly decreasing, but they were not selling quick enough. Mid morning had already passed and Kayla had went back to the restaurant and attained her other pile of papes. Now she had around a hundred left with an hour to go. Kayla had thought about just skipping lunch and spending time on just selling the rest of the papes, but she couldn't do that; the meeting could end early and Meow and them would be without lunch if she didn't get them their money.
Kayla just sighed, pulling her hat lower over her eyes and continued on.
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"She's gunna do it, I know it!"
"Aw, shut-up... ya don't know that."
"He's right. I believe she will."
"You shut-up too, Black, don't encourage Slash."
"How about ya all three shut-up befere I soak ya all."
Black Out, Deep and Slash looked at each other, then back to her. "Is it just me boys..." Black Out replied coolly, folding his arms, "...or is our dear Meow always tellin' us to shut-up?" Catching his drift, Deep and Slash also folded their arms looking at her and nodded. "Yea, I believe you're right Black Out. She does keep doing that, now doesn't she?"
Slash agreed, "Well, yes, she does. So what are we gonna do about it boys-"
Meow was watching Duchess intently when she heard this little interaction and rolled her eyes as she turned sharply around, pointing her finger at them. "Ya dare try anyting, I'm soakin' all three of ya twice but not just that; I'm going to Spot and saying ya all were checking out his ass this morning."
They all widened their eyes in shock, freezing, then simultaneously Black Out immediately shaded his eyes and looked to the sky saying breezily, "Nice weather were havin', huh boys?" as Deep glanced to the side asking out of the air, trying to look casual, "So, like, what are bricks made out of, boys? Metal?" while Slash looked sharply down intently, gulping, "Man, I got to get my shoes polished soon, huh boys?"
Meow grinned and said to herself while turning back around, "Thought so."
Once she turned around, the three of them stopped and looked sharply at her. Then they each stepped forward, quietly, as to not make her turn around, and Slash angrily motioned with his hands as if he had a bat and was smashing it on her head as Black Out laid, animatedly, a palm flat open and banged his fist hardly on it as Deep kicked furiously close to Meow's legs repeatedly, but not touching.
They continued to do this until Meow sharply turned around and each of them instantly stood still smiling at her innocently. She eyed them suspiciously and began to turn around to her former position or so the boys thought. As they each raised their arms or legs to resume 'hitting' her, she immediately turned back around and caught each of them.
"Real funny boy's, do it again and you're all dead."
They all grumbled, muttering quiet insults ands threw their hands together across their chests in a huff. But as she turned back around they tried to do it again, she called over her shoulder, stopping them in mid motion as they glanced nervously at each other,
"You do it one more time and I'm tellin Spot you're all thinkin' he's goin' soft and that he looks like a goil."
'Oh shit!'
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Kayla had a fourth of her pile left and only ten minutes to go. She happened to be in a bad place to sell and she couldn't find a better selling spot either; it would take too long to go across town. So she had to just bear with what she got. What she needed was a good headline that she could improve the truth on it just a little. She snorted; 'yea that was what every newsie wanted but wait,' 'she thought as she came across page seven.
"Town Lake running low, animalists scurry to save fish."
Kayla smirked. Maybe she would only have to improve the truth here... only a little.
"Massive Shark Found in City River, Thousands killed, Others Flee!"
'Whoa, now that got peoples attention.' Many stopped and scampered over, shouting over the now forming crowd around her for a pape. Kayla joyously looked at all the people wanting one and the money being handed to her. She was finally able to dash through the crowd to a corner and watch as they read the story. She covered her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle as they looked all around for her then strutting off in a huff, muttering the words street rat and lying wretch once they couldn't spot her.
Kayla looked down to her one last paper in her hand and shrugged her shoulders and threw it into the nearest dumpster. Why bother, it could just come out my pay. And she made her way to the docks, grinning widely; proud of her self, and thrilled she was actually able to accomplish that.
'I can't wait till Spot finds out.........he'll be so thrilled.'
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Meow and Slash grabbed hands and jumped up and down joyously while Black Out just smiled, pleased.
"She did it! She did it!"
Deep folded his arms and leaned against a wall, "I told ya she could do it."
They stopped jumping and looked at him, then each other, rolling their eyes and hit him on the head and the three of them began their way to the docks.
Deep rubbed his head and muttered, following them, "Well... I did."
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Kayla made her way through the docks, nodding her head in greeting as the newsies all stopped what they were doing and addressed her.
"Hiya Duchess."
"Hey Duchy!"
"Duchess, yo!"
Kayla smiled at them and continued to the back, wondering if Spot was there yet. But, to her disappointment, he wasn't, only Meow and them.
Meow, Black Out, Deep and Slash stood on the second highest crate, not daring to be seen on Spot's throne and waited for her to make her way to them.
Seeing them, Kayla smiled and held up the bag of coins. They all grinned and jumped down to her. All the newsies had gathered around listened as they conversed.
"Meow, Meow! Look I did it!" She handed her the bag, her 100-watt smile on as she grinned at them.
Meow launched forward and hugged her, "Ya did do it! Ya did!"
She pulled back and smiled at her, holding her by the shoulders, "Tanks Duch. As I said, we owe you one."
Kayla humbly smiled, waving her off. "Oh, it was nothing. I had to help you out. So where's Spot?"
But Meow acted as if she didn't hear her last question and motioned to all the newsies to gather close and called to all of them. "Boys, ya all may want to hear this. Our Duchess here, just sold 300 hundred papes!"
They all erupted into roar and clapping, all patting her on the back. Kayla blushed ferociously and politely bowed her head. Meow motioned them for quiet and was about to yell to the silence when a loud angry call was heard,
"What the hell is goin on here?"
Everyone immediately froze and a path was formed, showing Spot at the back of the crowd, his hands resting on the top of his cane, looking strangely calm as he looked ahead to Meow and them.
The waves of the ocean was heard; their soft rolling and falling noticed quite easily in the silence, as well as the newsies labored breathing. Everyone gulped as he slowly made his way down the path, staring straight at the nervous four, making them each cringe and wince with each step. Kayla held her elbows, baffled, as she looked puzzled at everyone around her. Why were they all scared? What was wrong?
Deep, trying to make things less... heated, stepped forward and waved to Spot, smiled enthusiastically, about to say-
But Spot raised his finger at him and clipped, "Don't say anything."
And so Deep slowly shrunk, disappearing behind Meow and Black Out.
Meow placed her fingertips together nervously and explained, "See the thing is Spot, your highness-"
Spot stopped walking, five feet in front of them and stamped his cane hard on the wood, making the docks ring in the silence.
"Didn't I just say don't speak?"
Meow slowly lowered her hands to her sides and looked ahead, waiting for what was coming for her.
Spot looked at his boys around him, glaring and said sharply to them, "Leave. All of you." They immediately ran off the docks, away from him as he ordered, not daring to look back. But the four of them stayed still, holding their hands in front of them, staring only straight ahead, waiting for him to speak again. Kayla looked between them and thought it best she left as well.
She walked by Spot, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek, and was going to leave it at that, but he turned his head to her, sliding his arm around her waist and grinned at her, making her do as well.
"Hey baby." He said softly, pulling her close.
Kayla smiled in reply and said, "Hey sweetie."
"How are you?" he asked, nuzzling her neck, kissing her delicately on her cheek.
She ran her hands through his hair, making his hat fall and smiled at him gently. "I am happy." She said her eyes shining, switching into her English accent, and making Spot think she was even more beautiful, if possible.
Meow and Black Out looked at each other confused, each sharing a look, wondering how she could talk like that, but Spot saw this out of the corner of his eye and raised his arm, pointing his cane at them and said strictly, "Don't do anyting!"
He then chuckled, and looked lovingly at Kayla and asked, eyes glowing, "Now why would that be, beautiful?"
Kayla grinned widely, scrunching her eyes, hunching her shoulders up, making it seem as if a little girl had a secret and said joyously, "I just sold three hundred papers!"
Spot widened his eyes with an open smile and he lifted her up in his arms and twirled her, making her giggle as she raised her head to the sky. "That is great baby!" He placed her down and gave her a hard, long kiss. Once they parted, they smiled at each other, lightly rubbing their noses together and Kayla whispered, "I shall be at the Celino's place. I'll see you there in ten minutes."
Spot grinned, nodding and said, "I'll be there baby." Slowly Kayla walked away, still holding his hand, smiling at him, and Spot watched her as well till finally their hands couldn't hold anymore and dropped to their sides.
Spot watched her intently as she picked up his hat, placing it on her head, winking at him before turning and walked away. Though once he was sure she was out of earshot, he sharply turned around, causing the four to jump. He stared carefully at them, silent and waiting. He narrowed his scathing blue eyes at them, flames burning brightly behind the orbs.
"Why the hell did she just sell three hundred papes?"
Each of them started at his words, closing their eyes with every ring they made in their minds. They said nothing, not daring to make a mistake in his presence now, waiting till he actually said the command they could speak.
"What the hell happened that would make her sell three hundred fuckin' papers?"
Each of them cringed, flinching each time he said something, pressing their lips together tightly, yet they stood still, not answering, not meeting his eyes, respectively.
Spot was furious. Why would Kayla need to sell that many papes? It was unheard of, unthinkable and, yet, here were his highest newsies making her do just that. God, he was mad; he wanted to rant, wanted to scream, yell. He wanted break things, throw things, strangle, hurt, and kill. Ugh! How could this happen?
He threw his cane down to the ground and yelled, "Why the hell did she have to fuckin' do that? Why her!? Why couldn't you bastards get another god damn newsboy?"
Each of them flinched when the cane fell at their feet. Spot was fuming mad; this was worst than usual; fierier than they expected. Meow swallowed and stepped up and replied lifelessly, "We needed her to."
Spot sharply turned to her and replied, "What, ya guys couldn't do it? Lost your damn touch?" He was mocking them, they all knew it but they didn't respond to it. "Why the hell couldn't ya sell your own papes? Huh?" He kicked a crate nearest to him, making it shatter into a million timbers. But they didn't recoil as he made his way closer to them, only stood unmoving and silent.
"We can't tell you." was the motionless answer from Black Out.
Spot stopped, and swerved his enraged eyes to him and raised his finger accusingly to him. "Don't ya dare. You're soacked if ya try it."
But Black Out didn't back down; he slowly moved his eyes to Spot's and said again, this time gradually, "We... can't... tell... you."
Spot growled, and charged to him, grabbing him by the neck, thrashing him against the staked crates. Black Out was his closest Brooklyn friend and here he was disobeying him. He wouldn't stand for it. No one ever did this to Spot Conlon. No one.
Spot was under a few inches shorter than him, but it didn't matter as he threw him against the wall yet again, making Black Out's head bang against it. Spot brought his face close and stared at him and whispered angrily,
"I tolds ya not to, and ya did it anyway." He threw his body against the wall again. "I specifically said not ta do it and you did!"
He brought his face against his, nose touching, "Ya do it again and you'll get more then a black eye Black Out." And he reared back and punched him swiftly in the eye, making him crumble the ground.
He turned around and grabbed Slash and Deep by their shirtfronts and held them against the wall next to the hunched Black Out. "Don't do this again." And hit them each in the stomach, making them gasp and fall to the ground.
He turned next to Meow. She was still staring ahead, arms behind her, feet apart. The three fallen boys watched nervously as he made his way in front of her. But Spot would never hurt the girl, no matter how much he despised what she did sometimes. He respected girls, respected them just enough not to hit them.
He roughly grabbed her by the chin, making her gasp as he shook her. She was a good head shorter than him, making her look up while he glared down at her. But when he looked into her eyes, he noted she wasn't frightened; she held her ground. He respected that too, it was one of the reasons she was second in command; she didn't take shit from no one, but now she would know her place. He shook her again and said in a undertone,
"Don't do that again Meow. You're in trouble if ya do.... You're out of your newsie position if you mess in her life again. You're not gunna be second if you do another stunt like that, and.... " He looked at the three fallen boys watching him, "...you're all gone if ya try to." He glanced sharply at Meow who was boldly glaring at him. He shook her out of his hold, "I mean it Meow." and launched her into the grips of Black Out. He glared at them again.
Shaking his head, he picked up his fallen cane and hat, and slowly made his way off the docks. The four of them watched him silently, each having their own thoughts, some thankful they had just gotten off with a hit, while others thought he had no right, but were all just content that it was just over.
Slash, thinking it was finally time to go, slowly got up and made the long way to land. Slowly one by one, each of them left after the other until only Meow lingered. She insensibly stared ahead, her chin resting on her knuckles that were on her knees, silent and still. For a while she stayed like that, just sitting and thinking till she suddenly clenched her right fist and hit the crate side of her hardly, growling, making a piercing bang ring through the docks till it drowned silently in the sways of the ocean.
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