Disclaimer-Docks does not own this movie! That is all I have to say.
A/n-You guys aren't reviewing! I'll make a deal with you: You review and
you get a part in the story with the newsie of your choice. They are all
free except for Spot and Shots. That includes all the McGowen boys.
River, Luke, and Dollar (Patrick). Duck, yes the McGowens are that
dangerous. They are kind of like the Newsie Mafia. And though Dollar and
Luke are older, I imagine River to be the dangerous one. And an award is
in order for Duck because she reviewed! Mail me and I'll put you in with
guy of your choice.
Spot made his way to the fire escape after they had cleaned up the mess left from the fight. The kiss with Docks was still hot on his mind and made him doubt his reputation. He doubted the reputation he had with women. He sat down and lit a cigarette. That, in itself surprised him surprised him. He wasn't a smoker, more of a drinker and sleep around type person.
Spitfire came out later and took the cigarette from him. "Alex, ya smoking. What's on ya mind?"
Spot grinned. "Ya know very well what's wrong wit me. We're thousands a' miles from home an' its...Reilly an'...you know what da date is?"
Spitfire thought for a moment. "Can't say dat I do Alex. What day is it?"
"It's been exactly 9 years since we left Ireland. 9 years since Mom, Dad, an Danny died. I don't know what ta think anymore."
Spitfire nodded. "An' Docks's situation ain't makin' it any easier on ya? She's doin a lot better den I thought she would."
"I knew she'd be okay. She's a McGowen...they're all strong like dat."
Spitfire looked at the ground. "Youse da only real strong one of our family Alex."
Spot glanced up. "Nah. Youse pretty strong yaself, though you wouldn't be doin what Docks is in dis situation. She's actin' normal but someday she's gonna explode and soak someone. She'll explode like River's goin' to." Spot had a theory about River. It was that the boy was too much of a fighter to be as nice as he was and that one day he'd go absolutely crazy and kill someone.
Spitfire laughed. "I dunno. River might just be a calm person. Ya know?"
He pulled another cigarette out and lit up. He inhaled deeply and then looked at his sister. "He's gonna do it. He'll go crazy."
She stood up. "I'm goin' in. Its late an' we gotta sell tomorrow...ya bettah come in soon too, Alexander." With that she went inside and to bed. Spot finished the smoke and looked up at the sky. Some time later, Dollar came out.
"Heya Spot. Why ya out heah?"
Spot turned and shrugged. "Thinkin'. Dat's all."
"What are ya thinkin' bout?"
"How sick people are. How someone could hoit someone like dey did ta Reilly. It makes me sick!"
Dollar nodded. "She likes ya, Spot. She really does an' I dunno if ya know it, but da thing dat upset her da most, was da fact dat she was out there because she thought ya didn't care...but ya did."
Spot scowled. "I know. I nevah said I didn't neither! My dumbass sistah did! Docks deserves bettah den me though Dollar. She ain't like da uddah goils I'm with. She actually cares."
"I know what ya mean. I was leadah once too an' its a lot a' pressure. Women make it easier ta handle but dey get ya inta trouble too. Bar fights, shoot outs...kids," He snapped the last word like it was poison. That was how his mother was. All the McGowens had a different father and none of them knew who went where. That's why they stuck together. They knew they at least had each other since their mother was a whore.
Spot jumped off the fire escape and out into the night. "I'll be back latah Dollar. I gotta go do somethin' or I'm gonna go crazy!" He laughed and ran off into the night streets of Brooklyn.
He entered a tavern awhile later to be greeted by the bartender with a drunken wave. He got the usual shot of whiskey and watched the surroundings until the familiar scent of strawberries came to him.
"Hey Berry. What's rollin'?" He asked, turning to the woman beside him. She had black hair, brown eyes, and painted red lips. She leaned over and dragged a finger down his face. She's looking for a bed to sleep in. A bed she got paid to sleep in.
"Nothin much Conlon. Why ya heah? Ya lookin' for little ole' Berry?"
Spot smirked. "Sorry dollface. I got a promise ta keep ta a friend. No more whores."
Berry's face colored at the word though she knew that's what she was. "Fine. I'll go get business elsewhere."
Spot shrugged and turned back to the bar keep, ordering another shot. He downed another 5 before Docks walked in. She was wearing a red skirt with an off white shirt. Not what she usually had on. She sat next to him,
"I told ya no more women!" She snapped, taking the shot glass from him.
"Do I got a woman on me besides you?!"
Docks looked down. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinkin'. Why aren't ya at home? Luke sent someone lookin' for ya an I volunteered. I knew where'd ya would be..."
Spot groaned and put his head down. "Yeah? How ya feelin'? Sick or anything?"
She smiled. "No, thanks for askin' though. River went out ta Bronx taday...after da fight. He got soaked pretty bad."
Spot sat up. "What?! Dey soaked him aftah what happened ta you? Dey soaked River! I can't believe dat!"
She nodded. "Can I talk ta you? Just promise not ta tell anyone?"
He nodded. "Promise."
"I'm scared Alex. I don't know what ta do. I nevah asked for somethin' like dat ta happen. I nevah even been ta Bronx before! An dere's things dat could happen from dis...things Dollar would kill someone for...things River would break for...things dat would kill me."
Spot frowned. "Ya can't know if ya pregnant yet!"
"What if I am? It would ruin me life." She felt tears sting her cheeks. "Ya da only one I trust wit dis."
He hugged her. "I know."
Across the room Berry was getting hot with jealousy. Spot had a new girl in her eyes.
Spot made his way to the fire escape after they had cleaned up the mess left from the fight. The kiss with Docks was still hot on his mind and made him doubt his reputation. He doubted the reputation he had with women. He sat down and lit a cigarette. That, in itself surprised him surprised him. He wasn't a smoker, more of a drinker and sleep around type person.
Spitfire came out later and took the cigarette from him. "Alex, ya smoking. What's on ya mind?"
Spot grinned. "Ya know very well what's wrong wit me. We're thousands a' miles from home an' its...Reilly an'...you know what da date is?"
Spitfire thought for a moment. "Can't say dat I do Alex. What day is it?"
"It's been exactly 9 years since we left Ireland. 9 years since Mom, Dad, an Danny died. I don't know what ta think anymore."
Spitfire nodded. "An' Docks's situation ain't makin' it any easier on ya? She's doin a lot better den I thought she would."
"I knew she'd be okay. She's a McGowen...they're all strong like dat."
Spitfire looked at the ground. "Youse da only real strong one of our family Alex."
Spot glanced up. "Nah. Youse pretty strong yaself, though you wouldn't be doin what Docks is in dis situation. She's actin' normal but someday she's gonna explode and soak someone. She'll explode like River's goin' to." Spot had a theory about River. It was that the boy was too much of a fighter to be as nice as he was and that one day he'd go absolutely crazy and kill someone.
Spitfire laughed. "I dunno. River might just be a calm person. Ya know?"
He pulled another cigarette out and lit up. He inhaled deeply and then looked at his sister. "He's gonna do it. He'll go crazy."
She stood up. "I'm goin' in. Its late an' we gotta sell tomorrow...ya bettah come in soon too, Alexander." With that she went inside and to bed. Spot finished the smoke and looked up at the sky. Some time later, Dollar came out.
"Heya Spot. Why ya out heah?"
Spot turned and shrugged. "Thinkin'. Dat's all."
"What are ya thinkin' bout?"
"How sick people are. How someone could hoit someone like dey did ta Reilly. It makes me sick!"
Dollar nodded. "She likes ya, Spot. She really does an' I dunno if ya know it, but da thing dat upset her da most, was da fact dat she was out there because she thought ya didn't care...but ya did."
Spot scowled. "I know. I nevah said I didn't neither! My dumbass sistah did! Docks deserves bettah den me though Dollar. She ain't like da uddah goils I'm with. She actually cares."
"I know what ya mean. I was leadah once too an' its a lot a' pressure. Women make it easier ta handle but dey get ya inta trouble too. Bar fights, shoot outs...kids," He snapped the last word like it was poison. That was how his mother was. All the McGowens had a different father and none of them knew who went where. That's why they stuck together. They knew they at least had each other since their mother was a whore.
Spot jumped off the fire escape and out into the night. "I'll be back latah Dollar. I gotta go do somethin' or I'm gonna go crazy!" He laughed and ran off into the night streets of Brooklyn.
He entered a tavern awhile later to be greeted by the bartender with a drunken wave. He got the usual shot of whiskey and watched the surroundings until the familiar scent of strawberries came to him.
"Hey Berry. What's rollin'?" He asked, turning to the woman beside him. She had black hair, brown eyes, and painted red lips. She leaned over and dragged a finger down his face. She's looking for a bed to sleep in. A bed she got paid to sleep in.
"Nothin much Conlon. Why ya heah? Ya lookin' for little ole' Berry?"
Spot smirked. "Sorry dollface. I got a promise ta keep ta a friend. No more whores."
Berry's face colored at the word though she knew that's what she was. "Fine. I'll go get business elsewhere."
Spot shrugged and turned back to the bar keep, ordering another shot. He downed another 5 before Docks walked in. She was wearing a red skirt with an off white shirt. Not what she usually had on. She sat next to him,
"I told ya no more women!" She snapped, taking the shot glass from him.
"Do I got a woman on me besides you?!"
Docks looked down. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinkin'. Why aren't ya at home? Luke sent someone lookin' for ya an I volunteered. I knew where'd ya would be..."
Spot groaned and put his head down. "Yeah? How ya feelin'? Sick or anything?"
She smiled. "No, thanks for askin' though. River went out ta Bronx taday...after da fight. He got soaked pretty bad."
Spot sat up. "What?! Dey soaked him aftah what happened ta you? Dey soaked River! I can't believe dat!"
She nodded. "Can I talk ta you? Just promise not ta tell anyone?"
He nodded. "Promise."
"I'm scared Alex. I don't know what ta do. I nevah asked for somethin' like dat ta happen. I nevah even been ta Bronx before! An dere's things dat could happen from dis...things Dollar would kill someone for...things River would break for...things dat would kill me."
Spot frowned. "Ya can't know if ya pregnant yet!"
"What if I am? It would ruin me life." She felt tears sting her cheeks. "Ya da only one I trust wit dis."
He hugged her. "I know."
Across the room Berry was getting hot with jealousy. Spot had a new girl in her eyes.