Disclaimer-I do not own the movie Newsies.
A/N-I hate camp. I hate camp. I HATE CAMP!!!! I will never be a camp
counselor again. Ever!!!
Being dragged down the streets of New York by the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies is no trip to the candy shop. He has a vice grip not to mention he was angry and muttering to himself in something that sounded very much like German. "Spot? Are you okay?"
"Just be quiet. We ain't in a very great place for Brooklyn boys right now."
"Where are we?"
"Bronx."
I shivered. I had heard Tony talk about the Bronx before. They really didn't like anyone but Harlem it seemed.
"Well, well, well. If it ain't Spot Conlon and his newest chicka. What are ya doin in Bronx?" The speaker was a Hispanic looking boy with dark hair and eyes. He was a lot bigger than Spot too.
"Goin ta Manhattan Bullet. Dat's all."
"Who's da goil?"
"Dis is..." He stopped. 'Spencer,' I thought. 'My name is Spencer.' He smirked. "Snapper. She's Race's cousin."
Bullet grabbed Spot by the collar and threw him into a wall. Spot caught my eyes and shouted. "Run!"
I starred. I couldn't leave him there by himself. It wasn't right. "Snapper run!" I looked down the street. I had no idea where I was but I seemed to not have a choice. That's life. That stupid word again! I took off down through the crowd as fast as I could. Running the way we had come. If I had to leave him there, the least I could do was tell his boys. Crash was the first person I saw. He was sleeping against a light pole. "Crash! Wake up you lazy ass!" I shook his shoulders roughly. He tilted his hat up and frowned.
"What da hell do ya want?"
"Spot! Bronx...Bullet...I don't know!"
"Bullet? Bullet! Where's Bullet?"
"He has SPOT!"
Crash stood up immediately. "Go down dis street past two intersections. Get ta da thoid one an' Ace'll be sellin dere. Tell him. I'll round up da oddah boys."
I nodded and began my run again. Ace was talking to another boy, one with an eye patch. "Ace! Spot is in the Bronx and Bullet has him!"
Ace looked quizzically at me for a moment, then he groaned. "Oh no! Blink take her back ta Manhattan an' give her ta Racetrack. I gotta go. We might have a borough war on our hands now."
The boy, Blink apparently, grabbed my hand. "C'mon." He walked leisurely and patiently. Something that was pissing me off. I wanted to get back to Spot! But I didn't complain. There was obviously nothing I could do to help him now so I let Blink drag me into a cafe called Tibby's. Tony sat in a corner, cigar dangling out of his mouth and a deck of cards in his left hand. He smirked as he saw me approach him. "Heya Spence."
"Hello Anthony..." I said shyly. The boys around him starred me down like hounds.
He caught my arm gently and led me outside. Then he asked smoothly, "What are ya doin heah Spencer?"
I looked at my feet. This was a story I didn't want to retell, but I did. When I had finished, he stared at me. "Are ya serious?"
"Dead serious Anthony."
"Call me Race. What are ya doin wit Spot Conlon's clothes?"
"He picked me up so I wouldn't freeze to death and to show me where you were."
He chewed the end of the cigar. "Ya didn't sleep wit him did ya?"
"NO! Why would I do that? He was nothing but nice to me! Besides, its really none of your business."
He smirked. "Well, you was lookin for me so I'm takin' it ya wanna stay heah?"
"Maybe I want to stay in Brooklyn?"
"Maybe ya do. Why do I care?"
"You're my cousin. You've always cared."
"Exactly why ya ain't stayin wit Conlon. He's me best friend an' I know him bettah den most guys do. He ain't meant ta be around high class ladies like yaself."
"I'd rather be a whore than the social status I was."
"You'll regret sayin' dat sometime."
"No I won't."
A voice behind me cut in, "Yeah ya will. We found him." It was Ace.
"Ace! Is he okay? Where is he?"
"He's fine. Da boys from Bronx ain't lookin to good though. He soaked Bullet real bad."
"WHERE IS HE?"
"Inside Tibby's wit Kelly."
"Kelly?"
"Jack Kelly!" Ace grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. "Heya Spot! Ya guardian angel wants ta see ya."
Spot smirked. "Me? A guardian angel? Try a guardian hell spawn. Heya Snapper. How's it rollin'?"
I shrugged. "You're alright then?"
"Course I am. Why wouldn't I be?
"That boy was twice your size Spot!"
"Most are. Don't seem ta stop me."
He was acting different. A lot different. I didn't understand it. "Fine," I snapped and sat down in the corner. We were there for a good four hours after that. It gave the boys sufficient time to get drunk. Spot grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door. I was getting fed up with being dragged. "Let go!" I jerked away. "What is wrong with you? You treated me like a dog in there!"
His speech was slurred when he spoke, "Who cares. Ya just a goil."
"Just a girl?! You said you would never treat a girl like she was less than you!"
"I lied. Now come heah Spencer!" He reached for me and pulled me into a kiss. I let him go at first but then pulled away.
"You're drunk and I don't even know you! You could have a girlfriend or kids for all I know!"
"Kids? Nah." He pulled me toward him again but I wrenched my arm out of his grasp and ran back to where Race was standing. I became the first girl to walk away from Jeremy Conlon.
Being dragged down the streets of New York by the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies is no trip to the candy shop. He has a vice grip not to mention he was angry and muttering to himself in something that sounded very much like German. "Spot? Are you okay?"
"Just be quiet. We ain't in a very great place for Brooklyn boys right now."
"Where are we?"
"Bronx."
I shivered. I had heard Tony talk about the Bronx before. They really didn't like anyone but Harlem it seemed.
"Well, well, well. If it ain't Spot Conlon and his newest chicka. What are ya doin in Bronx?" The speaker was a Hispanic looking boy with dark hair and eyes. He was a lot bigger than Spot too.
"Goin ta Manhattan Bullet. Dat's all."
"Who's da goil?"
"Dis is..." He stopped. 'Spencer,' I thought. 'My name is Spencer.' He smirked. "Snapper. She's Race's cousin."
Bullet grabbed Spot by the collar and threw him into a wall. Spot caught my eyes and shouted. "Run!"
I starred. I couldn't leave him there by himself. It wasn't right. "Snapper run!" I looked down the street. I had no idea where I was but I seemed to not have a choice. That's life. That stupid word again! I took off down through the crowd as fast as I could. Running the way we had come. If I had to leave him there, the least I could do was tell his boys. Crash was the first person I saw. He was sleeping against a light pole. "Crash! Wake up you lazy ass!" I shook his shoulders roughly. He tilted his hat up and frowned.
"What da hell do ya want?"
"Spot! Bronx...Bullet...I don't know!"
"Bullet? Bullet! Where's Bullet?"
"He has SPOT!"
Crash stood up immediately. "Go down dis street past two intersections. Get ta da thoid one an' Ace'll be sellin dere. Tell him. I'll round up da oddah boys."
I nodded and began my run again. Ace was talking to another boy, one with an eye patch. "Ace! Spot is in the Bronx and Bullet has him!"
Ace looked quizzically at me for a moment, then he groaned. "Oh no! Blink take her back ta Manhattan an' give her ta Racetrack. I gotta go. We might have a borough war on our hands now."
The boy, Blink apparently, grabbed my hand. "C'mon." He walked leisurely and patiently. Something that was pissing me off. I wanted to get back to Spot! But I didn't complain. There was obviously nothing I could do to help him now so I let Blink drag me into a cafe called Tibby's. Tony sat in a corner, cigar dangling out of his mouth and a deck of cards in his left hand. He smirked as he saw me approach him. "Heya Spence."
"Hello Anthony..." I said shyly. The boys around him starred me down like hounds.
He caught my arm gently and led me outside. Then he asked smoothly, "What are ya doin heah Spencer?"
I looked at my feet. This was a story I didn't want to retell, but I did. When I had finished, he stared at me. "Are ya serious?"
"Dead serious Anthony."
"Call me Race. What are ya doin wit Spot Conlon's clothes?"
"He picked me up so I wouldn't freeze to death and to show me where you were."
He chewed the end of the cigar. "Ya didn't sleep wit him did ya?"
"NO! Why would I do that? He was nothing but nice to me! Besides, its really none of your business."
He smirked. "Well, you was lookin for me so I'm takin' it ya wanna stay heah?"
"Maybe I want to stay in Brooklyn?"
"Maybe ya do. Why do I care?"
"You're my cousin. You've always cared."
"Exactly why ya ain't stayin wit Conlon. He's me best friend an' I know him bettah den most guys do. He ain't meant ta be around high class ladies like yaself."
"I'd rather be a whore than the social status I was."
"You'll regret sayin' dat sometime."
"No I won't."
A voice behind me cut in, "Yeah ya will. We found him." It was Ace.
"Ace! Is he okay? Where is he?"
"He's fine. Da boys from Bronx ain't lookin to good though. He soaked Bullet real bad."
"WHERE IS HE?"
"Inside Tibby's wit Kelly."
"Kelly?"
"Jack Kelly!" Ace grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. "Heya Spot! Ya guardian angel wants ta see ya."
Spot smirked. "Me? A guardian angel? Try a guardian hell spawn. Heya Snapper. How's it rollin'?"
I shrugged. "You're alright then?"
"Course I am. Why wouldn't I be?
"That boy was twice your size Spot!"
"Most are. Don't seem ta stop me."
He was acting different. A lot different. I didn't understand it. "Fine," I snapped and sat down in the corner. We were there for a good four hours after that. It gave the boys sufficient time to get drunk. Spot grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door. I was getting fed up with being dragged. "Let go!" I jerked away. "What is wrong with you? You treated me like a dog in there!"
His speech was slurred when he spoke, "Who cares. Ya just a goil."
"Just a girl?! You said you would never treat a girl like she was less than you!"
"I lied. Now come heah Spencer!" He reached for me and pulled me into a kiss. I let him go at first but then pulled away.
"You're drunk and I don't even know you! You could have a girlfriend or kids for all I know!"
"Kids? Nah." He pulled me toward him again but I wrenched my arm out of his grasp and ran back to where Race was standing. I became the first girl to walk away from Jeremy Conlon.