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 4
West Turner entered the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House in tears. Racetrack Higgins dashed to her side to see what was wrong. The short Italian with curly brown hair was smoking a cigar that he had most likely swindled. He was one of her greatest friends other than Jack Kelly. The Manhattan boys treated her like a younger sister and were severely over-protective. Therefore, they over-reacted to anything that befell to her.
"Tell me what happened," Race gently ordered, sitting her down on the lobby's sofa. The lodging house was the equivalent to Brooklyn's, but seemed less intimidating. West snuffled, trying hard to be strong.
"It's Spot. It's Spot an' dat goil… that goil, Stripes." Race calmed her down and made her coffee. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, but it was gloomy, dark, and still snowing. Jack's head shot up when he heard the younger brunette's name.
"What 'bout Stripes?" West rolled her eyes and walked up the series of steps to the bunkroom, not bringing her now chilled beverage with her. Most of the boys were outdoors selling the noon edition, but evidently a small number had completed beforehand. Jack advised them to leave and observed West move to a bunk and start to unpack. West knew that there was always an unoccupied bunk detained for the one and only Spot Conlon. She was rampageous about how so many numerous people would just do as he desired because of fright. She turned to Jack and Race, who stared at each other, bewildered.
"She did it ta him- it was her! She corrupted him!"
"Huh?" was all the two achieved in saying.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Start dat again?" Jack asked.
"I was at Mel's when I saw da two bein' all cuddly. Then she kissed him! Do ya undahstand!" Race laughed and waved the thought off.
"He pulled away at least… didn't he?" Race inquired uncertainly. Jack looked on with optimism. It was no mystery that he was infatuated with the girl he saved on Spot's birthday. West shook her head ruefully.
"Kin I be alone, guys? Please?" She mumbled. They left her to her own contemplating. She curled up on her current and abrasive mattress and breathed in ardently. Unlike the other girl newsies, she was not seen wearing skirts. She wore Spot's additional set of clothing. Kate didn't know the significance in it up till she inhaled the scent of smoke, liquor, and newspaper ink. She started weeping and grasped the slingshot to her chest, near her heart that was sluggishly wrenching to pieces- bit by bit.A/N: Sorry that was so short you guys! R&R! (Read and review!)
