Disclaimer-I think you all understand that I don't own this movie...so on
with the writing!
A/N-Work sucks.
Spot woke me up the next morning with a rather rough shake. I sat up quickly and glanced at him. I had forgotten where I was. "Spot? What...nevermind."
He stared at me with big blue eyes. It was something I had failed to notice. He had gorgeous eyes. "Get up. We gotta get ta Manhattan an' find Racetrack."
I rolled out of bed and realized I was no longer in my dress. "Spot...where is my dress?"
He laughed. "Ya changed it last night kid."
"Where did I get these?" I looked at the pants and dark blue shirt I was wearing.
"They're mine. C'mon let's go." He grabbed my arm and dragged me down the steps to the door. There were three boys sitting at the bottom of the steps. One had black hair and from what I could tell, he was small but respected and very strong. Another one had blonde hair. He sat with his elbow on his knee and his cheek resting in that hand. He looked exhausted. The last one had chocolate brown hair and appeared to be happy, content, as if he had everything in the world. They all stood up when Spot entered the room.
"Heya Conlon," One said. He was the small boy with black hair. When he stood, I could tell he was as old as I was. He had blue eyes.
Spot smirked. "Who ya talkin' to? Me or yaself?"
"You. Who's da lady?"
"Oh! Ace dis is Spencer. Spencer dis is me bruddah Ace." He then pointed to the boy with blonde hair. "Dat's Crash an' da oddah one is Skipper." Skipper smiled and Crash nodded his head before leaning against the wall and closing his eyes. Spot glanced at Crash, then Ace. Ace shrugged. "Hey Crash. Ya awright?"
Crash jerked his eyes open and smirked. "I'se just got home Conlon. Spent da night wit Soda Pop."
Spot smiled. "Yeah? Bout time. Ya still gotta sell though Crash. Next time bring her here."
Skipper's smile grew wider. "Hey Spot...ya heah bout Jack yet?"
"No...youse me boidie! Do tell, what's Jacky-boy done now?"
Ace rolled his eyes. "He started a strike against Joe Pulitzer dis mornin'. Apparently Joey decided ta jack up da prices by ten cents a' hundred. An ya know if he does it, Hearst'll do it. Den we'se screwed."
Spot's playful demeanor faded quickly. "Shit. 'Spectin Jack'll be up heah taday den?"
Ace nodded. "If ya want me ta stay heah I can. I'll take care of him..."
"No. I don't want ta start a borough war wit Manhattan. Dat's just stupid. I'll stay. If Jack comes I can send Spencer back wit him."
Crash looked up. "Why ya sendin' her dere? Ya know damn well it's safer heah."
Spot's eyes flashed. "I know an' I also know ya bettah not talk ta me like dat. I'll soak ya for it next time. Spencer is Racetrack's cousin."
Ace laughed. "Ya sure? She ain't placed a bet on nothin' yet."
I crossed my arms. "Just because I don't gamble doesn't mean I'm not his relation, Ace!"
"Whoa you'se a temper ain't ya?"
I rolled my eyes. "You are immature."
Ace grabbed me by the shoulders and had me against a wall in seconds. "Really? Ya wanna see how mature I am?"
I struggled against him until Spot pulled him off me. "Luke!" He snapped. "Ya don't hit goils!"
"Luke? Who's Luke?"
Ace looked at me. "I am. Maybe since my bruddah so lovingly told ya me real name I should tell ya his?"
Spot shrugged. "I don't care if ya do or don't."
I smiled. "Maybe."
"Jeremy Ian Conlon."
Spot smirked and grabbed my arm. "Dat's right. C'mon Spencer. We gotta get ta do docks before Jacky-boy does."
He pulled me out the door and down the street to a dingy boat dock that was covered in newsies. They all moved away from him. I had noticed for some reason, they feared him like the plague. "Spot? Why are they all so scared of you?"
"Because I have a bad ass reputation."
"How so? You've been nothing but kind to me."
"Ya don't remember da blood on me cane den?"
I remembered now. "Yes...but that boy taunted you on."
"I soak me own boys for bein' wrong Spence. I ain't no sweetheart."
He climbed onto a large podium like structure and I sat under it. A fear of heights made me turn down his offer of climbing up. We spoke for awhile and then he became serious as he gazed down the dock. There were three boys approaching, one wearing a cowboy hat. "So Spot ya moved up in da woild? Got a rivah view an everything."
Spot jumped down and they spit shook. I pretty much lost track of the conversation for awhile but I knew my name wasn't mentioned. The boys left, sullen.
Spot sat in silence for a long time, brooding and obviously livid. He looked up and saw me. "Shit! I didn't send ya back! Dammit. C'mon we gotta get ta Manhattan before dark!" He seized my arm and dragged me down the dock toward my cousin's home.
A/C-I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter and I hope you like this one just as much. I'm kind of sick right now so if it sucks that's probably why.
Spot woke me up the next morning with a rather rough shake. I sat up quickly and glanced at him. I had forgotten where I was. "Spot? What...nevermind."
He stared at me with big blue eyes. It was something I had failed to notice. He had gorgeous eyes. "Get up. We gotta get ta Manhattan an' find Racetrack."
I rolled out of bed and realized I was no longer in my dress. "Spot...where is my dress?"
He laughed. "Ya changed it last night kid."
"Where did I get these?" I looked at the pants and dark blue shirt I was wearing.
"They're mine. C'mon let's go." He grabbed my arm and dragged me down the steps to the door. There were three boys sitting at the bottom of the steps. One had black hair and from what I could tell, he was small but respected and very strong. Another one had blonde hair. He sat with his elbow on his knee and his cheek resting in that hand. He looked exhausted. The last one had chocolate brown hair and appeared to be happy, content, as if he had everything in the world. They all stood up when Spot entered the room.
"Heya Conlon," One said. He was the small boy with black hair. When he stood, I could tell he was as old as I was. He had blue eyes.
Spot smirked. "Who ya talkin' to? Me or yaself?"
"You. Who's da lady?"
"Oh! Ace dis is Spencer. Spencer dis is me bruddah Ace." He then pointed to the boy with blonde hair. "Dat's Crash an' da oddah one is Skipper." Skipper smiled and Crash nodded his head before leaning against the wall and closing his eyes. Spot glanced at Crash, then Ace. Ace shrugged. "Hey Crash. Ya awright?"
Crash jerked his eyes open and smirked. "I'se just got home Conlon. Spent da night wit Soda Pop."
Spot smiled. "Yeah? Bout time. Ya still gotta sell though Crash. Next time bring her here."
Skipper's smile grew wider. "Hey Spot...ya heah bout Jack yet?"
"No...youse me boidie! Do tell, what's Jacky-boy done now?"
Ace rolled his eyes. "He started a strike against Joe Pulitzer dis mornin'. Apparently Joey decided ta jack up da prices by ten cents a' hundred. An ya know if he does it, Hearst'll do it. Den we'se screwed."
Spot's playful demeanor faded quickly. "Shit. 'Spectin Jack'll be up heah taday den?"
Ace nodded. "If ya want me ta stay heah I can. I'll take care of him..."
"No. I don't want ta start a borough war wit Manhattan. Dat's just stupid. I'll stay. If Jack comes I can send Spencer back wit him."
Crash looked up. "Why ya sendin' her dere? Ya know damn well it's safer heah."
Spot's eyes flashed. "I know an' I also know ya bettah not talk ta me like dat. I'll soak ya for it next time. Spencer is Racetrack's cousin."
Ace laughed. "Ya sure? She ain't placed a bet on nothin' yet."
I crossed my arms. "Just because I don't gamble doesn't mean I'm not his relation, Ace!"
"Whoa you'se a temper ain't ya?"
I rolled my eyes. "You are immature."
Ace grabbed me by the shoulders and had me against a wall in seconds. "Really? Ya wanna see how mature I am?"
I struggled against him until Spot pulled him off me. "Luke!" He snapped. "Ya don't hit goils!"
"Luke? Who's Luke?"
Ace looked at me. "I am. Maybe since my bruddah so lovingly told ya me real name I should tell ya his?"
Spot shrugged. "I don't care if ya do or don't."
I smiled. "Maybe."
"Jeremy Ian Conlon."
Spot smirked and grabbed my arm. "Dat's right. C'mon Spencer. We gotta get ta do docks before Jacky-boy does."
He pulled me out the door and down the street to a dingy boat dock that was covered in newsies. They all moved away from him. I had noticed for some reason, they feared him like the plague. "Spot? Why are they all so scared of you?"
"Because I have a bad ass reputation."
"How so? You've been nothing but kind to me."
"Ya don't remember da blood on me cane den?"
I remembered now. "Yes...but that boy taunted you on."
"I soak me own boys for bein' wrong Spence. I ain't no sweetheart."
He climbed onto a large podium like structure and I sat under it. A fear of heights made me turn down his offer of climbing up. We spoke for awhile and then he became serious as he gazed down the dock. There were three boys approaching, one wearing a cowboy hat. "So Spot ya moved up in da woild? Got a rivah view an everything."
Spot jumped down and they spit shook. I pretty much lost track of the conversation for awhile but I knew my name wasn't mentioned. The boys left, sullen.
Spot sat in silence for a long time, brooding and obviously livid. He looked up and saw me. "Shit! I didn't send ya back! Dammit. C'mon we gotta get ta Manhattan before dark!" He seized my arm and dragged me down the dock toward my cousin's home.
A/C-I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter and I hope you like this one just as much. I'm kind of sick right now so if it sucks that's probably why.