Disclaimer- I don't own Newsies or any of the songs I use in this fic.

A/n: This song is called 'Bliss' by Muse, it was suggested by Padfootismyhero. Thanks to her! Now, go and enjoy everyone!

Spot

We walk slowly across the Brooklyn Bridge. Drag a stick along the rail and stare down at the angered river below. Boots is looking especially miserable at the moment and I look at him.

"What the hell are you pouting about?" I get grumpy and impatient when it gets late. Sometimes I just wish Brooklyn wasn't so far from Irving Hall. The damn Manhattan newsies were so close. In the distance the sun is peering out from behind the bridge's iron structure, threatening us with an early daylight.

Boots, though depressed and withdrawn for the moment, is a kid I admire. He has a dream. I laugh at him and we tease his vision of dancing on stage, but it's more than I have, which is nothing. He seems so eager to learn and to live. Why can't things be that easy for me?


Everything about you is how I wanna be
Your freedom comes naturally
Everything about you resonates happiness
Now I won't settle for less

I want him to teach me how to live like that. I want to be carefree and childlike. I want to live my childhood for real, not on the streets surrounded by rough business and paperboys.


Give me all the peace and joy in your mind

He's so fortunate and doesn't even know it. I watch him and want to smack him across the face for being this way. Doesn't he see how lucky he is? I don't think Boots has a single enemy in the world, something I can't possibly avoid, no matter how much I try. I'm the most powerful newsie in New York, how can I be expected not to have enemies?

Allies are mandatory, but they're not friends to me like Boots.


Everything about you pains my envying
Your soul can't hate anything
Everything about you is so easy to love
They're watching you from above

I want him to teach me. Me, all-powerful, all-knowing, leader of the newsies, Spot Conlon. Boots is my right-hand man, but I don't now a thing about how to ­be him. I can get inside my opponents head, but can I do the same for my friends?


Give me all the peace and joy in your mind
I want the peace and joy in your mind
Give me the peace and joy in your mind

How can I be expected to settle with what I have when I know what he has? It's like a new Eden. Boots lives in a type of myth imagined in storybooks and imagination only. It's so carefree and innocent, I want to feel that.


Everything about you resonates happiness
Now I won't settle for less

"Boots?" I ask him, readying myself to do something I never do: ask for help. "I need you to teach me."

He looks confused as he tosses a pebble into the river below. "You need me to teach you?"

I nod. "I need you to teach me how to have dreams. How to have fun again."

Boots laughs, as if not believing what I've just said. He sits down with his legs dangling over the edge of the bridge. "You want to learn how to have fun?"

"We're going to be late for distribution," I say, sitting beside him.

For once he tells me what to do. "It can wait. This is more important right now."

I listen.


Give me all the peace and joy in your mind
I want the peace and joy in your mind
Give me the peace and joy in your mind

(End Chapter)

((OK, now I need characters. If you could send me your name/nickname, personality, newsie of choice, appearance and whatever else you see fit. Thanks!))

Shoutouts:

Jacky Higgins- My babysitter's family loved Hanson. I went out the other day and their CD wasn't in stock! It wasn't there. So I don't have it.

Padfootismyhero- thank you very much for the song! It fits well. And you're so lucky that you got to sing Les Mis in class.

Coin- nah, it couldn't be a triangle. Spot envies Boots, but he isn't in love with him.