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 "Stripes" and "Demure" for letting me use them in my story!
Chapter 3
West Turner jolted awake up with vigor streaming through her blood. She noticed Spot was by now gone, but his area was still warm, which meant he had only gone a little while ago. She abruptly dragged a brush through her, now lengthy, disheveled black hair and brushed her teeth. She disregarded all the good morning's coming from the other boys and rushed to get her winter coat on to go to Mel's Diner. There she saw Kennedy Shefford (a.k.a. Stripes) seated laughing with her boyfriend, the head of Brooklyn Newsies, Spot Conlon. Stripes gazed up from chewing on her scrap of bread and saw West motionless in the entrance. Stripes smirked at her, almost identical to Spot's own grin.
"Isn't it cold? Coldah than I 'member last yeah." Spot nodded in agreement.
"Heah, use me jacket." Spot took his own worn out coat and placed it over the younger girl's shoulder. "I can't remember a time when the twenty-third 'o Decembah was evah dis cold." Kennedy smiled and pecked him on the cheek. Spot looked disconcerted, but it was soon veiled. She tilted in closer to Spot and whispered in his ear. Spot smiled even larger, if possible, and replied,
"Oh yeah. Dose were da good days. Hey, 'member when Snaps sneaked into da Dodgers game an' he caught da ball?" She nodded and indicated West's presence. Spot looked up distractedly, not even offering her a chair. "Heya, West. Wese was jus' talkin' bout when we met each othah dat time I spent a week in Queens." West's generally bright azure eyes seemed green – green with envy and malice.
"Dat's great. Mind if I sit down?" Spot shook his head, his brown hair falling into his eyes. He brushed it back and looked at her. In that single moment, West overlooked how mad she was at Spot. How angry she was for not waking her up, how upset she was that Spot was spending more time with Stripes, or how aggravated she was that he let Spinner get off with all those remarks- all she could think about was arduous she was going to battle to keep him and his love. West sat down gently and acted as if the other girl was not there. "Why didn't ya wake me up, sweetheart?" she asked innocently. Spot shrugged his shoulders and tipped back in his chair.
"Youse was sound asleep an' so cute lookin'. Didn't wanna wake ya up. An' Stripes heah said she wanted ta talk ta me alone anyway, Isn't dat right Kennedy?" Spot nudged Stripes and she swatted his arm away.
"Ise told ya twenty times, don't call me dat in public!" He laughed and rolled his eyes.
West crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. Spot glanced at her, concerned, but didn't show it.
"What's on your mind, doll?" West uncrossed her arms and crossed them again several times before she leaned into the table.
"Did I tell ya about what happened last night?" The two shook their heads. "Well, dere was a goil, 'bout your age, Kennedy, an' she died! Can ya believe dat?"
"What happened? How come I didn't heah 'bout dis from me boids?" Spot asked, furious that no one told him.
"Nah, dis didn't happen heah. It was somewheah in New Joisey. Dis other goil killed 'er 'cause she was gettin' too close ta her boyfrien'." West laughed bitterly. "Sad, ain't it?" Does she think I'm dat stupid? I know she's sendin' a message ta Stripes ta back off. An' she's tellin' me not ta call her property. Jiminy, women. Spot shook his head and prepared to defend his new friend that he happened to have plenty in common with.
"What's your point, West?" He said coldly. Spot sounded like what he used to be- hostile, heartless, and soulless. West was taken aback. She never experienced this side of Spot and was perplexed. What a rich broad. Spot desoives someone bettah den her. Like me. So what if she was nice ta me. It don't make no difference. If Jimmy wants Brooklyn, he'll git Brooklyn. Stripes glared daggers at her competitor. West risked a sidelong glance at her fading boyfriend. She thought he'd do anything for her. He was going pack to his old ways- different girl every month. This time it was Stripes.
West got up quickly from the table and sped out the door. Spot looked on after her, realizing what he had just done. He grabbed his winter coat from Stripes' shoulders and started to leave.
"I-I'm sawry Stripes. I gotta… gotta apologize ta her. I didn't intend it. She ain't use ta me bein' like dat, like you are." He moved to get up, but Stripes seized his elbow.
"Dat's 'cause she ain't as emotionally strong as I am. She's weak. Don't go aftah her. She ain't woith it." Spot looked at her and shook her off.
"Ya don't know what you're talkin' 'bout. She's woith my life an' every other newsies' life out dere. Now lemme go." He rushed on after West, calling her name.
West ran to their room in tears, her jacket wet from melting snowflakes. Her brother, Snaps, walked up to her after being practically knocked down by her.
"West, are you okay? Wese all worried 'bout ya. 'Specially Spades," he commented on one of the younger boys. West smiled grimly, her lower lip trembling. She drew in short, shaky breaths, letting down her guise.
"I-I'm l-leaving. To M-Manhattan. I… I just have to leave, Chris." When Kate used Snaps's real name, he knew she was serious. He placed a comforting hand on her back.
"Do ya want help packin'?" She nodded and they started to gather her belongings.
Spot ran in the Lodging House, flustered. Everywhere he looked he got deadly glares. He sauntered up to Spinner. Spinner didn't like West that much but still gave Spot an offensive look. Spot propelled him against the wooden lodging house wall. Spinner didn't even shrink back. I've been too soft fer too long.
"Wheah is she?" he growled.
"She left," Spinner snapped. "'Cause o' you." Spot pushed him again.
"Don't ya think I know dat?" Spot threatened in a low and deadly tone. The curly redhead snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Wit you, ya nevah know. She left a lil' while ago 'cross da bridge." Spot gave his newsie one final push and sped out the doorway.
Kate heard Spot coming before she even saw him. She battled back hot scalding tears and continued to trudge across the bridge.
"Kate!" He called her. A choke ascended in her throat and she was instantly sightless by teardrops. She didn't pause to look back; she just kept on walking through the slush on the overpass. "KATHERINE AMOURA TURNER!" he yelled this time. Kate stopped in her tracks, but didn't rotate to face him. Spot's footsteps grew impending and she could hear him panting for air, his breath seen as smoke. He grabbed her shoulders and twisted her towards him. Spot's slingshot was almost toppling out of his pocket and the polished wooden cane's end was covered in dust. "Kate, wheah do ya think you're goin'?" Hostility brought on by anxiety that she would return and succumb to his old ways and Kennedy, fueled her answer. Kate took a deep breath.
"Manhattan, Spot. That's where I'm going," she snarled, driving her love for the boy, who she had gotten through so much with, aside.
"MANHATTAN? Why?" She disregarded him. Yes, Kate, why? Is this positively the best for both of you? Is this really what you desire? She thought to herself. She mentally laughed. Of course I don't desire this. I have no choice because of Stripes. Spot firmly grasped her arm and roughly drew her back to him. She cried out as her poise faltered. Kate was soon standing facing him, snow falling carelessly around the two.
She looks so angelic wit dat high-class dress she's got on. Why is she leavin' now? Spot thought, confused.
"What do you want, Spot? It's already too late," Kate stated, her voice a little too high for her own belief.
"I'm sawry for whatevah I did. I jus' want ya ta come back," he mumbled. I know he's just going to go back to Stripes after I come back, pretty soon it's going to be a torrid affair, and I'll act like I know nothing about it when it's in plain sight, Kate acknowledged. Tears pricked her eyes once more and she tried to regain her notorious Brooklyn composure to avoid further heartbreak.
"I-It's too late, Spot, t-too late. Let me go!" she yelled, starting to run across the threshold between love and commitment and anguish and regret. She wanted to turn back, but she knew her mind would not agree to it. Spot was trotting, almost casually beside her hurried gait.
"But why now, Katherine? Why? Don't ya know I love ya?" Kate halted for an instant and gazed upon him, her searing eyes falling upon him in anger.
"Then why didn't you tell me that around Kennedy? Why didn't you pull away from that kiss I saw? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HER YOU LOVED ME?!?" She screamed, her wrath flowing like a rapid-moving river. Spot appeared as if a non-perceptible blade had penetrated him. He felt that way as well. He recoiled from her glare and his immortally blue eyes dropped to the bridge's ground.
She saw me, he thought, agonized. She saw dat kiss when I didn't even do anything!
"That's what I thought," she snapped. Kate was approximately halfway over the bridge and persisted moving slowly.
"Katherine Turner, I love you, " Spot said, accentuating the last three words.
"It's too late…" she whispered as she began to run. I want him to keep going. I want to perceive an incentive as to on whose account I should stick around and be oblivious to all that's utterly on every side of me. Don't I? Then why am I running from this place- from him? She interrogated herself.
"It's nevah too late, Katherine!" he screamed out, his emotion exploding from the identical lips that had dishonored Kate that very day. He silenced. Inquisitive, Kate turned around and saw him running to her a second time. "Heah," Spot proclaimed, handing her an object. Her view raised to meet his. He had presented her with his slingshot. She looked down and saw his name scrawled on the handgrip in black paint. The name that she had become so devotedly attached to in the past year. She stared at him, sobs racking her body as she turned to depart from her love, clasping her winter coat and satchel closer to her.
It's never too late. His words resounded in her head.
"I love ya, Katherine!" he shouted as she disappeared from range of sight through the falling snow. She's gone, he thought, but Kennedy's still heah. Jus' wait 'til Kate heahs about dis. Just as it occurred with Kate, his response transformed to fury and he stormed back to the lodging house, and for the first time in his entire life, he felt the coldness of winter.
