"Hopefully soona den lata." I sat back down at our table with Poet and Sketch.
"Looks like ye had a rough time wid im." Sketch laughed.
"Hey it ain't funny."
"Says you."
"Whudd s'matta Spot?" I asked noticing Spot spaced out.
"Huh…oh nuttin."
"Spot!" I yelled this time to get his attention. He reacted immediately.
"Wha- Yea?" Spot snapped into reality.
"Whudd s'matta? Yer all spaced out."
"Nuttin really." Spot noticed the look on my face telling him I didn't believe him. "Really I swear it ain't nuttin. Just thinkin of R.T. Does he always act like dat? Ye know rude te anyone who tried te talk widd im?"
"I wouldn't know. No one eva tried talking te im. Anyone who has, like me, he hasn't said much te. He neva insulted me, except fer eilia. I guess if ye ask round ye might get an answa."
"Whudd er ye thinkin bout?"
"How I'm a soak im fer actin like dat te us."
"Don't worry bout it. He probably had a rough day."
"Ye surre ye want me te ferget bout it?"
"Yea. It's alright. I ain't givin up dat easily. I'll still try an talk te im." Spot gave me a serious look when I said that.
"Angel mebe ye should stay away from im. He usually ain't nuttin but trouble. Afta whudd happened eilia I ain't surre I want ye nea im."
"Oh c'mon he can't be dat bad."
"Dats whudd ye said bout Oscar an Morris."
"Dats different. Now if you'll excuse me I'll go an ask Frit if he can help me." I said leaving the table and restaurant.
I wasn't really going to ask Frit for help. I said it because if Spot knew I was going to talk to R.T. alone he wouldn't let me go. I hoped I left quick enough to find R.T. I was in luck. He was a block away and was heading for the docks. I followed R.T. till he got to the docks. I looked around making sure no one was around then walked over to R.T. sitting on the edge of the pier. Then sat next to him.
"Now whudd ye want?" R.T. demanded obviously upset that I had followed him.
"I told ye I just wanned te talk."
"We ain't got nuttin te talk bout."
"I think we do." I said grabbing his arm while he was getting up to leave. "I guess ye really hate me if ye won't even listen.
"Fine. I guess I'll listen. It seems it won't do any good if I leave cuz you'll keep botherin me." I could tell he was frustrated with me.
"I don really know ye er anything bout ye, but I hoid ye don really like many people. I would like it if we could be friends cuz ye really can't be as awful as dey say."
"Look I don wanna be friends wit anyone."
"Den why er ye wid de newsies?"
"I'm only hea te make money." We sat for a while in silence.
"Guess ye really gotta problem wid me huh? Odda wise ye wouldn't've pushed me off a de docks. Seems like ye wanned me te drown."
"It ain't like I knew ye couldn't swim."
"But dats why ye did it right? Te see me drown? Besides ye said eilia dat I shoulda drowned."
"Like I said it ain't like dat, kinda. It's just ye came hea, an everyone loves ye once ye walked inte our lives. Spot an everyone gives ye everythin ye need an want when most a us have ie ein in it de hard way." R.T. glanced into my eyes.
"So dats why ye hate me so much?"
"I told ye it ain't dat I hate ye." R.T. said again looking into the water.
As I stood up so did he. "It ain't my fault dey like me."
"No, it ain't yer fault. Yer Spot's goil an dats gotta lot te do wid it. We done talking yet?"
"Spot was right, mebe I should just give up on tryin te talk te ye!' I yelled turning to leave. "Besides ye don seem te like anyone!"
R.T. grabbed my arm and I yelped in pain. "It ain't dat I don like anyone eida!" he yelled turning me to face him. "I don't hate no one. It just ain't fair ye come te Brooklyn an get everythin handed te ye. Spot,. Sketch….everyone, even me."
"Whudd ye mean even you? Ye ain't done nuttin bu-"
R.T. grabbed both of my arms and had kissed me. For a moment I was stunned, I didn't get him at all. He didn't like me and now he was kissing me.
I struggled and tried to push him away, but he was to strong. Tears began streaming down my cheeks and he finally let go.
"Whudd de hell er ye doin!" I screamed slapping him across the face.
"I just-" he began but was cut off.
"Who told ye you could do dat?" Spot asked heading down the pier and towards us. "I knew ye weren't gonna ask Frit." he looked at me.
"Spot I-"
"Don't worry I saw de look in yer eyes so I could tell whudd ye were doin." Spot smiled wiping the tears from my face. He then looked at R.T. "I let it go eilia, but now ye mad her cry. I can't ignore it anymora."
"All big-n-bad gonna make everythin betta, right?" R.T. mocked Spot.
"C'mon lets go Angel." Spot said turning away from R.T.
"Hold it!" Spot kept walking and I followed. "I said stop!" R.T. yelled then grabbing my arm.
"Leave her alone! So whudd if everyone likes her! Some a de guys didn't a foist but she was nice te em an dey became friends. Dats mora an I can say fer you." R.T. let go. "Like she said, it ain't her fault. I had de guys look afta her. I should be te blame."
"Spot it ain't yer fault." I said walking to him and looking into his eyes. "Let's go." I said taking his hand.
While we were leaving the docks I looked back and saw R.T. sitting alone on the edge of the pier. He looked sad starring into the water. He didn't really look all that tough anymore. Maybe getting through to him wasn't going to be so hard after all. I just had to find the right time when he is alone to talk to him. I knew he would listen so it wasn't going to be hard.