Disclaimer: No, I don't own Newsies…Yet. Mwah ha ha ha ha.

[A/N]: I didn't keep my promise from the last chapter. Chapter 2 is most definitely NOT longer. Sorry. ::hangs head in shame::

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See Spot Run

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Chapter Two

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Madison Square

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"I had 15 people tellin' me to move
I got movin' on my mind."
—Hotel Yorba, The White Stripes

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In my movie, my mother, a plump woman with rosy cheeks and curly black hair, will come running down the spiral staircase and embrace me with an embarrassing "My Little Angel, welcome home!" Then she will see Spot behind in his ragged clothing and frown, the lines in her face deepening. "Who is this, Itey?" Movie-Mama will say.
Spot will step forward and introduce himself as 'Simon Conlon,' all smiles and sparkle. Mama will wrinkle her nose in distaste.
Conflict. A big element in keeping the audience on the edge of their seats.
In reality, Mama had no trouble accepting Spot for dinner. I opened the door and introduced him as Simon and he shook her hand and said, "Call me Spot." Then he winked. She blushed. She giggled. She was smitten, and married.
I waited for her to squeal, "Little Angel, how was school?" but she didn't. Instead, she turned towards Spot and addressed me:
"Itey, come. Bring your friend inside, quickly!" Oh, she was positively glowing.
As soon as we stepped across the threshold she clapped her hands excitedly and merrily said, "Now, Spot, you must tell me what you want for dinner. I'll make anything."
I guess Spot had that affect on people. I'm not sure why everyone rushed to do his bidding. Maybe it was his charm and pretty face. It might have been his commanding presence. He was so skinny, though, with knobby knees but lean, long legs. Maybe it was his reputation. I think it was his eyes. So blue and sad.
I'll have to find an actor with the same eyes; I think I'll be looking for a very long time.

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He stayed for a dinner of Caesar Salad and turkey burgers (he said he refused to eat red meat) and homemade potato chips. I couldn't believe how much he was eating, taking second helpings of everything. Where did the food go?
It was just me, Mama, and Spot around the long, formal table. The rest of the house echoed with silence. I wouldn't say to her face but I think Mama was lonely. Dad had gone away for a business trip. He was gone nearly three-fourths of the year. I didn't know much about what he did, and I didn't care, either.
Mama entertained us by asking stupid questions like, "Spot, such a strange name; how did it come about?" (to which Spot just snickered and then stayed silent) or "Angel, how did you meet Spot?" I told her that he fell out of a tree and landed on me but she just laughed. "You are wonderful at lying, Little Angel," she had chirped. I didn't think lying was such a wonderful trait, and when I told her she shushed me and smiled sweetly at Spot. It was awful.
After dinner Spot and I were standing in the forum, an open space with white marble flooring and gold accents at the front of the house. His eyes brushed across the crystal chandelier suspended from the high ceiling, lingered on the colorful Money painting on the white wall, swept across the railing of the spiral staircase behind us. He was looking everywhere but at me. I knew he was thinking of a way to leave without seeming impolite.
I wanted him to stay.
"Well, thanks for dinner. It was great." He shuffled his feet, itching for a run. "I guess I better get going." His fingers tugged on the brim of his floppy hat, bringing it lower over his eyes. Before he finished his other hand had already grasped the doorknob. He twisted it as I said, "Wait."
I was surprised at my own boldness. Who was I to tell the Marathon Man where and when he couldn't' run?
He waited.
"Where?" I asked.
"Huh?" He turned to face me, his eyes half hidden under his hat.
"Going," I said. Thus, my life as an inarticulate freak. "Where are you going?" I added quickly.
He shrugged. Shoulders, up and down.
"You mean you're just going to run around all night, sleeping in the streets?" I imagined him curled up in a ball on a bench in the park, shivering in the fierce, biting wind. Never mind that it was nearing summer.
"No, I'll probably just sleep in the park."
Ah, my fears confirmed. I couldn't let that happen.
I sucked in a breath and gathered up my wits. "Do you want to…stay here tonight?" When he didn't answer I kept talking. "I mean, we've got a guest bedroom upstairs, and my Mama makes a great breakfast, and it's not like you've got anywhere to go, you know?"
He stared at me unblinkingly with big blue eyes and I squirmed where I stood. He blinked a few times, slowly, then glanced around the foyer. I think at the time he was considering his options—or escape routes. I am sure no one had offered their house for the night before out of free will; he had always asked.
"Sure." A slow smile graced his lips and I let out my breath. I smiled back.
Turning, I led him towards the sweeping staircase and started climbing the carpeted stairs. I heard him stop behind me and looked over my shoulder.
He was twirling his hat around his finger. I saw his sandy hair brush over his eyes. He hung his hat on the end of the handrail and looked up at me. I saw his blue eyes, no longer hidden, open. He said, "Let's go."
I turned back around and clomped up the stairs, hearing the steady rhythm of his shoes hitting the floor.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It would be a wild weekend, I could feel it.

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End Chapter Two

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A/N: ERGH! I am suffering from the major-estest writing block EVER with this fic. It's so annoying.

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