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I was on my way back to the apartment, thinking like always. Boots and Crutchy had introduced me to some of the newsies that were at Tibbys. They seemed ok, but I like Boots and Crutchy better, I guess since I feel more comfortable around them. They told me some about Spot. That he was the most feared newsie in all of New York. They were really surprised that I had never heard of Spot Conlon before, they figured no matter where you're from that everyone knew of him.
The more I thought of Spot, the more that I decided I just had to see him again. What girl in her right mind wouldn't want to see him again. As I entered the apartment the whole family was sitting around the dinner table with worried looks sketched across their faces. Aunt Esther quickly rushed over to me and had me sit down. I glanced from one face to the other, no one meeting my eye. "Ok," I said slowly wondering what was up.
"This came for you," my aunt handed me a letter. I quietly read it. It was from back home, the fever had taken both of my parents. A sob escaped, as I felt arms go around me, I quickly pushed them away and ran out of the apartment to the streets. My vision was blurry, from the tears that wouldn't stop pouring. I kept running until I bumped into something or rather someone, and just fell down burying my head in my hands. After awhile I finally had stopped crying and rubbed my eyes.
I looked up and met a familiar pair of eyes, "Spot," I choked, as he continued to cradle me in his arms, telling me everything was gonna be fine. After I calmed down, he brushed a strand of hair that had fallen in my eye, "do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, concern in his voice.
"Not really, I just found out my parents died, what's there to talk about," I snapped, and instantly regretted it. I bit my bottom lip nervously, "sorry," I muttered looking at the ground.
He looked at me for awhile, "come with me, you can stay at a friends of mine." He took my hand and led me down the street. I gave him a questioned look, but decided to trust him, since he obviously figured out I didn't want to go back to the Jacobs right now. We entered the back of a building and went up some stairs, he told me to wait in a room and he'd be right back. "I had to let Mr. Tibby know I was here," Spot exclaimed closing the door to the room. "Mr. Tibby is a good friend of mine, incase you're wondering why we're here," he smiled.
"Oh," I sat on the bed feeling very tired all of a sudden.
"Hey Lynn you should really try and get some sleep, you need your rest. I'll sleep here on the floor and you can take the bed."
"What did you just call me?" I asked ignoring his last statement.
He turned around so his back was facing me, "I'll um tell you that later," he said quickly and I could of swore I saw him blushing. Must need my eyes checked, I thought and quickly dismissed the idea. I pulled the braid out of my hair but was having struggle with the clip, "here let me help." Spot came and stood closely behind me trying to get my hair untangled.
"Ouch," I cried out as he pulled my hair. "Sorry," he started laughing at the look on my face, "but it least I got it out." "Yeah, but that still hurt," I rubbed the sore spot on my head trying to keep the smile that was coming on my face.
"Well, uh goodnight," I said quietly getting under the covers. "Night Lynn," Spot whispered.