Sorry it's really short but were going to San Antonio tomorrow and I can't stay up till 5:00 writing.
As we say down here in Texas "Bye y'all" (Actually we don't say that)
Rachel
Disclaimer- I own Kelly/Bobbie and Jeromy, and all the things she thought about Spot. I always wanted to say that. Don't get me wrong though. I love Spot as much as the next newsie fan, I just think he has a weird name.
Kelly and Jeromy walked up the stairs to find a room almost identical to the room she slept in, in Manhattan. They walked to the back of the room where the bathroom was. Jeromy sat on a chair he pulled near the sink, and Kelly worked on cleaning his cuts.
"Are you Bobbie?" A short boy with a cane asked. As soon as he entered the room you could almost feel the presence of his e-go.
"No, my name Kelly." Kelly said trying to retain her laughter. She suddenly remembered his name, Spot. And a spot he was compared to some of the other newsies she had passed coming in here.
"Ya look an awful lot like a goil Jackie-boi just described ta me." He said walking closer to her.
"Jackie-boi?" Kelly asked. I'm thinking pretty well on the Spot. Don't you think? Kelly thought. She tried not to think that but she couldn't help it. I'm playing him like the Spot he is. She though again, fighting harder this time to keep from laughing.
"Yeah. Jackie-Boi the leada of da Manhattan newsies. Ya know 'im don't ya Bobbie? That is you're real name isn't it?" Spot asked tilting his head slightly.
"Umm, no." Kelly said staring straight back in his eyes.