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Note: First Newsies fic, so please be gentle with the reviews.

Early Novembers - I Promise I'm Not Okay

by nat halie on paper

Spot Conlon, the infamous and widely feared Brooklyn newsies leader sat on his platform, the one that he, and only he could sit on. He was extremely bored and found little amusement looking at his newsies daring each other to jump in to the freezing sea. It was around November and he tapped his cane as Pinch pushed Buck off the pier.

All around the Brooklyn newsies looked down to see Buck spurt out water and yell curses at Pinch. Buck sent a look to one of the boys next to Pinch. Spider kicked Pinch in the back and sent the boy hurtling through the air and landing on his front in to the icy-cold sea.

"Youse just a bunch of losers!" Shouted Spider slapping his knee due to his laughter.

Spot couldn't help but chuckle at his newsies.

He suddenly spotted a blue bottle glinting in the sunlight and got his slingshot out. He grabbed a marble from his pocket and aimed.

As the bottle shattered someone landed on top of him.

"Oof."

Spot got up and pushed the person off him, but then seeing it was a girl helped her up too.

"My, my boiys. Look what we got 'ere, a mighty fine dame. If I do say so meself." Spot said eyeing the girl that landed on him.

"Shit..." Spot heard her curse. He lifted an eyebrow; this was no normal dame for sure. These dames these days don't ever swear.

She was brushing off the imaginary dirt on her shirt, while Spot observed her. She had a white and quite tight T-Shirt on that Spot had never seen in his life. She also had the shortest skirt he had ever seen and his eyebrows were raised way up high. Even the 'working girls' didn't have skirts that short.

"Oi. Youse dere. What's your name?" Spot asked the girl.

The girl's eyes widened when she saw who addressed her. "I'm – seeing things. That—that's it...yes...I'm seeing things—that can't be Spot Conlon."

"So youse knows my name." Spot said proudly. "Whose are you?"

"I'm—I'm." She stuttered eyes still wide and her face pale.

"I told youse guys that goils get tongue-tied round me." Spot stated proudly, sticking out his chest.

The girl heard this and indignantly snapped, "My name is Anna. Happy now?"

"Very." Spot replied grinning. He looked down and then asked cockily, "That's da shortest skoirt I ever saw. Where'd ya get it?"

Anna blushed remembering that they didn't know her background yet. "Um—you see, in my time – skirts are really short, even shorter than this."

The guys that heard this did a few whistles and catcalls.

"So do youse want to be a Brooklyn newsies or not?" Spot asked impatiently tapping his foot and crossing his arms.

"Sure." She replied bending over to tie her laces.

The boys bent back-wards trying to look up her skirt, but failed miserably when they all toppled over each other and landed on the floor.

Spot threw them a dirty look and the boys pretended to look elsewhere – or whistling.

"Come with us then goil." Spot said, ushering her to follow him.

The group arrived at the Brooklyn newsies-lodging house. Pinch told Spot, "That – Anna girl ain't got a newsies name."

Spot pondered for a moment before saying, "Raven, youse called Raven 'cause youse hair as black as a raven."

Anna or Raven weakly smiled at her supposed nickname. "Um—Spot I need to talk to you."

Spot stopped and spun around, "Yes Raven, what would you loik?"

Raven blushed as she say the icy blues of Spot's eyes and the dirty-blond hair that covered part of his eyes. It was cute in an awkward boys sort of way.

"I need to talk to you in private." She said.

The newsies jeered and when Spot sent them a glare, they shut up.

"Yea, sure Raven, sure." Spot said signaling her to follow him yet again, and she did so without any hesitation.

When both were outside, Spot turned to face her. In the dark he couldn't see Raven's blushing face, "Well, aren't you wondering why I fell out of the sky?"

Spot smirked at this and commented, "Nah, I knows youse an angel fallen from heaven."

Raven blushed even harder at this. "No Spot, I'm from a different time than you. It's what now? 1899? I live in 2004."

Spot's jaw was open. "What? Are youse crazy?"

"I think I am too..." Raven muttered.

Spot lifted her chin up, "Raven, youse staying right?" He asked unsurely.

When she said yes, his heart fluttered. 'It's just a goil, it's just a goil.' He thought to himself.

She smiled at him and his heart started beating faster. 'Stop beating, wait—don't stop beating.'

"Come on, let's head in." He said, when he finally found his voice. She followed him back in.

"There doesn't seem to be another bed." She said to him eyeing Spot's bunk.

"That's because you're sleeping with me, sweet stuff." He said smirking.

Raven looked half-excited and half-displeased.

Spot continued scratching the back of his head, "Unless you'd loik to sleep on da floor or something."

"No—no." Raven said quickly. "I'll sleep with you."

Hollers and jeers were once again heard.

"Shuddap all a youse." Spot shouted.

Raven grabbed an over-sized shirt Spot had handed over to her and slipped it on and slid in to his bed. It was cosy and warm. When Spot slid in as well Raven felt even warmer and she automatically snuggled up to him.

Spot never ever been snuggled up to stayed frozen to the spot. He looked at her, and even in the dark, he had to admit—she was – interesting and pretty.

Soon, both of them were lulled to sleep by the whistling wind outside their window. Snores could be heard from the newsies all around them and only Spot and Raven were oblivious to it all. Spot dazedly put his arm around Raven and she snuggled up to him even more.

There was no movement from both of them till morning light.

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