Sadly I do not own Newsies, Disney does. Neither do I own San Francisco,
MGM does. But I do own Jessica (Dreamer), Samii, Comet, Drummer, Lizard,
Wrapper, Echo, and Woody.
I dedicate this story to my sister Melissa. 1980-1998, Colt Porter 1988- 2004, And Jordan Van Allen 1990-2004.
I also wanted to thank Angie and Kidblink's for reviewing my story. I really love getting your input. And for Angie since you were wondering who the 3 people were at the beginning, Melissa was my sister who died in a car accident in '98, and Colt Porter and Jordan Van Allen were two kids that went to my school and died also in a car accident, a few months before school let out. Plus I'm sorry for not updating earlier I've been busy a lot this summer, but I finally get a break so I'll be updating a lot more.
Chapter Three
Torn Apart
Spot has been a newsie now for a whole year. He's made a ton of new friends, especially with Pistol, Echo, and Drummer. He misses Jesse a lot, but keeps it inside so he looks tough in front of the gang. Times were tough now, waking up early every morning to carry the banner, selling 'til late and pooped out by the time he gets home. He never has time for Jesse anymore, and he knows their friendship was being torn apart. Never did he think that anything would tear them apart, being together for so long already.
Plus the boys were having some problems with Harlem. The Harlem boys just wouldn't leave Brooklyn alone. They'd come into Brooklyn territory, and soak any kid they could get their hands on. Pistol was getting tired of this; it annoyed him so much knowing that he was taken down by a bunch of giants with tiny to no brains, so he decided to declare war on Harlem.
"Spot come 'ere, I need ya ta do me a favor." Pistol yelled.
"What do ya want done?" Spot and Pistol became close like brothers over the year; Spot looked up to Pistol for everything. Spot learned how to fight like Pistol and read people like him.
"I need ya ta take this letter 'ere ta Harlem. Don't speak ta anyone, just hand it ta them, or leave it on the door of their lodging house, and then run back 'ere as fast as ya can, got it?" Spot nodded. "I just don't want me best newsboy gettin' hoit, that's also why I'm sendin' ya, no one fights or has a spark like ya Spot, and when its time for me ta give up me reign, I know that you'll be the next great leader."
"Thanks Pistol, I'll be back soon."
And off he went. It didn't seem like a long walk to Harlem from Brooklyn to Spot because he kept himself busy by looking at the surrounding buildings and people that were on the streets. It only felt like a few minutes ago he had left Brooklyn. When he arrived at Harlem, he didn't see anyone around the lodging house so he pinned the note on the door that read:
Harlem,
Tired of your bull, meet me and me boys on the Brooklyn Bridge at sunrise tomorrow for a rumble.
Pistol
Spot was prepared for the war that was coming. So after he pinned it to the door, he ran out of there as fast as the speed of light. When he knew he was back in Brooklyn he decided to take a break and visit Jesse.
Jesse was taking a nap on the couch, when she heard a knock at the door.
"What do people want now." She said silently to herself. She finally lifted herself off the couch and headed towards the door.
"What do you want Cub?" She asked groggily.
"What, can't I come by every once in a while and see me old friend?"
"Yeah old friend, it's a miracle you still wanna see me when you got your "newsie" friends. Why do you still talk to me, I wanna know."
"Because you know who I really am Jesse, and I love ya for respecting me. All the other boys don't really know who I am; I hide that poison from them. That's why some of them fear me, and I like it, but I also like to come back to see the one poison who knows me by me real name, who's not afraid of me, and accepts me for who I am."
"Ok, fine, I believe ya, and I'm glad that ya finally came ta visit me..."
"And that I'm the sexiest man alive and ya just want your hands all over me."
"And that you're the ugliest kid alive and I want ta spew all over ya."
Spot gave her the death glare and ran her out of the house. She tried to outrun him, but he was just too fast, and soon he tackled her to the ground and was straddling her. He placed her hands over her head and held them there.
"I won't let ya go until ya say it." He warned, giving that ever-famous Spot Conlon grin.
"Well I guess we'll be here for a while, pity."
"You have until the count of ten ta say it or ... I'll kiss ya 'til ya do."
"10."
"Not gonna Happen."
"9, 8, 7, 6"
"Mmmm, not gonna say it and you will not kiss me."
"5, 4, 3, 2"
"Don't even think about..."
Before she could finish, Cub captured her lips with his. Jesse was in shock, not only because he surprised her, but also because she never felt a kiss that felt so good. Sure she's kissed a lot of boys, but not one felt as passionate and alive as his lips on her. She really didn't want it to end, but she needed some air.
"So am I gonna hear it yet?"
"Let me think...no." She laughed, and Cub started to tickle her.
"So ya did like the kiss, I knew no one could resist me charm."
Suddenly he stopped tickling her and as soon as Jesse started to stare into his eyes, he leaned down again and gave her a slower, more passionate kiss. After a few minutes Jesse pulled away and a look of fright and passion played in her eyes.
"Spot, Cub, we can't do this, we're just friends, and that's just how I want this to stay. If we let it go into anything more we know eventually we'll get hurt and fall apart from each other. And I know we both don't want that. I love ya Cub, but not the way ya want me to. This was a mistake; I should have stopped ya from kissing me in the first place. I'm sorry."
"I understand, I would neva want ta ruin what wese got. But hey I almost forgot ta tell ya that Brooklyn's goin' ta war with Harlem tomorrow."
"What, you're not gonna fight are ya?"
Well yeah, I'm ready for this."
"But Cub ya could get killed."
"Not Spot Conlon, no one can land a hand on me, besides I'se know we can beat Harlem."
"I don't know Cub, I mean they are giants, just... just be careful alright."
Cub could see the tears start to form in her eyes, so he pulled her close and embraced her while she let her tears fall.
"Hey I swear I'm gonna be ok, just trust me on this one. Would ya feel any better if I stayed here with ya tonight?" She nodded on his shoulder.
Cub went home to grab some clothes to sleep in and ran back to Jesse's house, In what seemed to him, a split second.
"Feeling better now?" He asked.
"I guess."
"Well how 'bout I put on me sleepin' clothes, then we can get some rest."
Cub went into her bathroom and changed into some comfortable pants, but took his shirt off since it was hot.
Jesse fell fast asleep as soon as she was safe in Cub's arms. But Cub just couldn't get to sleep. He found it difficult to sleep when he had this incredible angel in his arms. But soon the SandMan came to visit him, but before he finally let sleep take over his body, he whispered something into Jesse's ear.
"I will always love ya Jess."
Remember to tell me what you think so far, if you want.
I dedicate this story to my sister Melissa. 1980-1998, Colt Porter 1988- 2004, And Jordan Van Allen 1990-2004.
I also wanted to thank Angie and Kidblink's for reviewing my story. I really love getting your input. And for Angie since you were wondering who the 3 people were at the beginning, Melissa was my sister who died in a car accident in '98, and Colt Porter and Jordan Van Allen were two kids that went to my school and died also in a car accident, a few months before school let out. Plus I'm sorry for not updating earlier I've been busy a lot this summer, but I finally get a break so I'll be updating a lot more.
Chapter Three
Torn Apart
Spot has been a newsie now for a whole year. He's made a ton of new friends, especially with Pistol, Echo, and Drummer. He misses Jesse a lot, but keeps it inside so he looks tough in front of the gang. Times were tough now, waking up early every morning to carry the banner, selling 'til late and pooped out by the time he gets home. He never has time for Jesse anymore, and he knows their friendship was being torn apart. Never did he think that anything would tear them apart, being together for so long already.
Plus the boys were having some problems with Harlem. The Harlem boys just wouldn't leave Brooklyn alone. They'd come into Brooklyn territory, and soak any kid they could get their hands on. Pistol was getting tired of this; it annoyed him so much knowing that he was taken down by a bunch of giants with tiny to no brains, so he decided to declare war on Harlem.
"Spot come 'ere, I need ya ta do me a favor." Pistol yelled.
"What do ya want done?" Spot and Pistol became close like brothers over the year; Spot looked up to Pistol for everything. Spot learned how to fight like Pistol and read people like him.
"I need ya ta take this letter 'ere ta Harlem. Don't speak ta anyone, just hand it ta them, or leave it on the door of their lodging house, and then run back 'ere as fast as ya can, got it?" Spot nodded. "I just don't want me best newsboy gettin' hoit, that's also why I'm sendin' ya, no one fights or has a spark like ya Spot, and when its time for me ta give up me reign, I know that you'll be the next great leader."
"Thanks Pistol, I'll be back soon."
And off he went. It didn't seem like a long walk to Harlem from Brooklyn to Spot because he kept himself busy by looking at the surrounding buildings and people that were on the streets. It only felt like a few minutes ago he had left Brooklyn. When he arrived at Harlem, he didn't see anyone around the lodging house so he pinned the note on the door that read:
Harlem,
Tired of your bull, meet me and me boys on the Brooklyn Bridge at sunrise tomorrow for a rumble.
Pistol
Spot was prepared for the war that was coming. So after he pinned it to the door, he ran out of there as fast as the speed of light. When he knew he was back in Brooklyn he decided to take a break and visit Jesse.
Jesse was taking a nap on the couch, when she heard a knock at the door.
"What do people want now." She said silently to herself. She finally lifted herself off the couch and headed towards the door.
"What do you want Cub?" She asked groggily.
"What, can't I come by every once in a while and see me old friend?"
"Yeah old friend, it's a miracle you still wanna see me when you got your "newsie" friends. Why do you still talk to me, I wanna know."
"Because you know who I really am Jesse, and I love ya for respecting me. All the other boys don't really know who I am; I hide that poison from them. That's why some of them fear me, and I like it, but I also like to come back to see the one poison who knows me by me real name, who's not afraid of me, and accepts me for who I am."
"Ok, fine, I believe ya, and I'm glad that ya finally came ta visit me..."
"And that I'm the sexiest man alive and ya just want your hands all over me."
"And that you're the ugliest kid alive and I want ta spew all over ya."
Spot gave her the death glare and ran her out of the house. She tried to outrun him, but he was just too fast, and soon he tackled her to the ground and was straddling her. He placed her hands over her head and held them there.
"I won't let ya go until ya say it." He warned, giving that ever-famous Spot Conlon grin.
"Well I guess we'll be here for a while, pity."
"You have until the count of ten ta say it or ... I'll kiss ya 'til ya do."
"10."
"Not gonna Happen."
"9, 8, 7, 6"
"Mmmm, not gonna say it and you will not kiss me."
"5, 4, 3, 2"
"Don't even think about..."
Before she could finish, Cub captured her lips with his. Jesse was in shock, not only because he surprised her, but also because she never felt a kiss that felt so good. Sure she's kissed a lot of boys, but not one felt as passionate and alive as his lips on her. She really didn't want it to end, but she needed some air.
"So am I gonna hear it yet?"
"Let me think...no." She laughed, and Cub started to tickle her.
"So ya did like the kiss, I knew no one could resist me charm."
Suddenly he stopped tickling her and as soon as Jesse started to stare into his eyes, he leaned down again and gave her a slower, more passionate kiss. After a few minutes Jesse pulled away and a look of fright and passion played in her eyes.
"Spot, Cub, we can't do this, we're just friends, and that's just how I want this to stay. If we let it go into anything more we know eventually we'll get hurt and fall apart from each other. And I know we both don't want that. I love ya Cub, but not the way ya want me to. This was a mistake; I should have stopped ya from kissing me in the first place. I'm sorry."
"I understand, I would neva want ta ruin what wese got. But hey I almost forgot ta tell ya that Brooklyn's goin' ta war with Harlem tomorrow."
"What, you're not gonna fight are ya?"
Well yeah, I'm ready for this."
"But Cub ya could get killed."
"Not Spot Conlon, no one can land a hand on me, besides I'se know we can beat Harlem."
"I don't know Cub, I mean they are giants, just... just be careful alright."
Cub could see the tears start to form in her eyes, so he pulled her close and embraced her while she let her tears fall.
"Hey I swear I'm gonna be ok, just trust me on this one. Would ya feel any better if I stayed here with ya tonight?" She nodded on his shoulder.
Cub went home to grab some clothes to sleep in and ran back to Jesse's house, In what seemed to him, a split second.
"Feeling better now?" He asked.
"I guess."
"Well how 'bout I put on me sleepin' clothes, then we can get some rest."
Cub went into her bathroom and changed into some comfortable pants, but took his shirt off since it was hot.
Jesse fell fast asleep as soon as she was safe in Cub's arms. But Cub just couldn't get to sleep. He found it difficult to sleep when he had this incredible angel in his arms. But soon the SandMan came to visit him, but before he finally let sleep take over his body, he whispered something into Jesse's ear.
"I will always love ya Jess."
Remember to tell me what you think so far, if you want.