Author: Brooklyn Oracle

Genre: Romance/Drama and Fiction

Setting: 1900's in New York

Summary: Spot and West get into a HUGE fight. West leaves for Manhattan and tries to take her friend, Kennedy, with her. Kennedy refuses and stays in Brooklyn. West starts to date Jack even though she knows that she'll ALWAYS love Spot. Spot gets jealous of her dating HIS best friend, so HE starts dating HER best friend. AND! - In the middle of all this chaos a mysterious person from the "Joel's" past arrives!

A/N: These characters belong to Disney© Incorporate. (I wish I owned Spot! ^_~) Please do not plagiarize! I do not own any of the characters except for West/Kate Turner, Blue/Aaron Turner, Crest, Snaps/Chris Turner, Trey Turner, Helena Turner, Heath Conlon, Joel Conlon, Tina Conlon, Joel/Spot's mother, Kinks, Leg, Morey, Paw, Spinner, South, Ready, Quickie, and Tinge, Mel's Diner, and Kennedy Shefford/Stripes, Sage D'Ancanto/Demure.

Thank you: Thanks to Mister B. who made us watch this movie in music class. Thanks to my family, friends, and many others for supporting me. Thanks to Gabriel Damon for being so darn good looking and for inspiring me to write about this character. Thanks to everyone. Please give me feedback! Also thanks to Jennifer and Maddie for letting me use them in my story!

Chapter 1

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It had been several months since Spot Conlon had learned of his mother's death. He was still getting over the tragedy a little more everyday. As he sat perched upon a crate someone came up behind him and covered his eyes.

"Guess who?" Spot grinned and turned around. A girl about 16 smirked. "Happy boithday, Spot!" Being the twenty-first of December, West Turner was all bundled up in a warm winter coat her mother had bought her and was still shivering. Spot on the other hand wore an almost threadbare coat over thin pants and a shirt and he was hardly cold.

"Why, t'ank ya, kind miss," Spot replied to his girlfriend and kissed her on the cheek. She blindfolded him and led him to the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House. As she untied the bandanna everybody yelled.

"HAPPY BOITHDAY, SPOT!" Spot laughed and sat down on the tattered, striped couch. All the Brooklyn boys and Manhattan boys sat around in various places. A boy about 18 stood up. He had on a cowboy, a red bandana, and several flimsy jackets.

"Well, all o' us chipped in an' bought you a boithday present. Some chipped in moah than othahs," Jack Kelly said, looking at West. After the giggling died down he continued. "But that's beside da point. Happy boithday Spot." Snaps stepped forward and handed Spot a brand new slingshot. He beamed.

"Aww, ya shouldn't have!" He took it and pretended to shoot it. About a year ago, you would have never seen Spot this happy. In fact, you would never see him show any emotion at all. Ever since the young 16-year-old came into the newsies' lives, they all changed in ways never thought possible. Spot showed more emotions, Jack showed more maturity, David Jacobs voiced his opinions more often, Racetrack Higgins started gambling less, Mush stopped seeing a different girl every night, and so on and so forth. With a girl around all the time, a group of rowdy boys could become quite gentlemen. While they were all talking, the younger newsies were drawing pictures on the windows' frozen glass. Snipeshooter narrowed his eyes and peered through the glass. He took his sleeve and rubbed it against the windowpane, creating a clearer view outside.

"Hey, you messed up my picture!" Les Jacobs cried, pointing at his mutilated stick figure holding a sword. Snipes rolled his eyes and pushed the younger 10-year-old away.

'You'll make annudah," he paused. " I tink dere's someone outside." Ace and Spades, tow twins from Brooklyn, gathered around.

"Yeah, I tink youse is right." One of them tried pushing the other out of the way to watch. Pretty soon Boots, Les, and some of the others went to see what was going on. Jack, noticing the commotion, went to see what was going on.

"There's some one out there, Jack! There really is!" Les exclaimed, tugging on the cowboy's sleeve. Jack took a look for himself. Sure enough he saw a body struggling to the lodging house outside in the snow.

"Hey! Someone git blankets an' stuff! An' get some hot watah goin'!" Jack grabbed his jacket and ran outside. There was a girl about 15 trying to get to the Lodging House. Her lips were blue and her hair and eyelashes had frozen until the ice crystals could be visibly seen. Jack carried her back to the Lodging House. When they got in, West rushed to her side. He placed her by the small fire they had going. The girl looked almost dead. Her skin was a deathly pale and her lips, fingertips, and eyelids were blue. West directed the boys to another room and told them to be quiet.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Jack asked. West gave him a troubled look and told him to stand by the door in case she needed him.

"She's hardly even breathing…" West looked sympathetically at the still form and began to warm the young girl up.