Author note: Heya everyone, what's up? Anyways, here's this chapter!
I little curly haired six year old child stood beside a building, twisting an object in her hand. She obeyed her father and stayed out of the street, watching him talk to one of his closest friends.
Not able to wait for his return, the little girl ran out into the street, light brown curls dancing in her face. She smiled brightly as she ran up to the man, tugging on his dark brown trousers.
The man turned around, his light brown hair falling in his face. He cradled a small baby boy in his arms, smiling down at the young child.
"Daddy!" she said, in an adorable high-pitched voice. "Can I play with this?" She held up the small pocket knife for her father to see. The man smiled sweetly and bent down to the young girl's level, holding onto his baby boy.
"Little goils don't play with things like dis," he said, taking the pocket knife and securing it in his pocket. The young girl smiled, sowing off her teeth. She looked down at her baby brother and smiled once more. "Didn't I tell youse ta stay outta da street, young lady?" her father asked. She little girl giggled and pushed her curls out of her face.
"Yes you did," she said.
"So why are youse in da street?"
"Because you left me alone and I got scared." Her father smiled and pecked her cheek.
"Go back ova there; I'll be back in a minute."
"Okay," the little girl said, skipping back over to the sidewalk. She picked up a stick and swung it around like a sword. Her small skirt rhythmically moved with her body as she twirled around a few times and ran into someone.
"Be careful," came a calm, relaxing voice. The little girl looked up and smiled at her mother.
"Mommy!" the girl shrieked, wrapping her tiny arms around her mother's legs. Everything became blurry as the mother's face came into view.
Her blonde hair hung freely against her shoulders, but her face wasn't visible as everything became more blurry.
I opened my eyes to be greeted by the sun's bright rays. I blinked a few times, the memory of my dream playing over and over again in my head. The woman looked so familiar, but then again I wasn't quite too sure.
I rose from my bed and yawned as I searched the closet for something clean to wear. I shrugged as I found something suitable and quickly washed up and changed.
Chance gave a small bark as he followed me out the door and into the kitchen. I cut up an apple and placed the pieces on the floor. I then ate a small breakfast, trying to think of what to do today.
I ran a hand through my hair as I heard the boys waking to the fresh, new day. I heard groans as the early risers strode into the kitchen, complaining about not getting enough sleep.
Skip gave me a grin as he bent down and patted Chance on the head.
"G'mornin," he said, tipping his hat.
"Morning," I said, pouring water into a bowl and lying it down on the floor. Dice threw an apple in the air and caught it with his other hand. He took a big bite and gave us his usual cheesy grin.
"So, are youse up ta sellin today?" Skip asked as he fixed up some breakfast for himself. I shrugged,
"I don't know. I kind of want to head over to Manhattan today to see how Scout is holding up."
"Yeah, well, ya better be careful 'cause people is gonna give ya a hard time 'bout Spot. Youse know with you bein his goil and all," Skip said.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Words gets around fast," was all Skip said as he left the kitchen. I sighed as I did the same and walked into the fairly sized living room. I hadn't had time to observe it, so I took this opportunity to do so.
The walls were coated in a rich red, giving it the usual welcoming look. It had a wooden boarder, and had a couch sitting in the middle with a few chairs surrounding it. There was a fireplace in front of the couch which looked as if it had never been lit. There were various pictures here and there, but they weren't of Wades' family. They were paintings of rivers, trees, and other nature like stuff.
I smiled as I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and smiled at Spot and Spark.
"Mornin," Spot greeted me, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Morning," I said to both of them. Spark tipped his hat and sat on the sofa, Spot following suit.
"So what's the plan today?" I asked, leaning against the door frame. Spot shrugged,
"Sell papes and den come back here and lounge around." I rolled my eyes,
"Sounds fun," I said sarcastically. "Well, have fun selling, I'm going over to Manhattan to talk to your," I glanced at Spark, "sister." Spot raised his eyebrows,
"How is she doin?"
"Better than usual." Spot sighed and rose to his feet. He lazily pulled the suspenders over his shoulders and finished buttoning up his shirt. She pulled on his hat and walked towards me.
"Well youse ain't goin alone," he told me. He held his cane tightly at his side and walked for the door.
"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked him. Spot shrugged,
"Ain't hungry. C'mon." He opened the door and let me go out first, shutting it gently behind him. He walked by my side, looking directly ahead of him. He didn't seem to want to make eye contact with me, which made me feel a bit weird. I shrugged it off as we walked by a few people, some eyeing us suspiciously.
I gave a man an odd look as he glanced at Spot and I, but did a double take. When I brought my eyes back forward I nearly jumped ten feet as a few homeless boys blocked our way.
"Spot Conlon," one said, crossing his arms over his chest. He had dirt clinging to his body and clothes, and he needed to wash his hair badly.
"James Porter," Spot said in a much icier voice than I thought he'd use. The boys glanced at each other, smirking.
"I hear da rumor goin around dat youse gotta sistah." Phew, thank God it isn't about me.
"So?" Spot said, never taking his eyes off the boy.
"So, I hear its Jack Kelly's goil."
"So?" Spot repeated. The boy grunted and sent Spot a glare.
"So, what are youse? Da protective brudder?" I raised an eyebrow, wondering what these boys wanted.
"Maybe," Spot said. "What's it to ya?" The boy narrowed his eyes, and then looked at me like he had just noticed me.
"Ah," he said, smiling mischievously. I looked up at Spot to see he still contained that serious face. "And I supposed dis is Spot Conlon's goil? I hoid dem rumors too." I bit my lip, wondering if Spot was ashamed to call me his girl in public. Spot raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. For a minute Spot was silent, not saying a word. I looked down at the ground, trying to hide my disappointment. He was ashamed…
"Yeah, she is." I shot my head up instantly and couldn't help but to smile at Spot. James chuckled and circled me, looking me up and sound. I sent him a glare as he nodded in approval.
"Nice," he said, rubbing his chin. "Very nice. Innocent lookin, but dat's okay. So, when yer finished with 'er can I have 'er?" My eyes widened in surprise, and I saw fire in Spot's eyes as he gripped his cane tighter.
Before I knew it Spot's cane came in contact with the side of James' head, sending him to the ground. He groaned and looked up at Spot as little blood seeped out the new wound.
"I is only gonna say dis once and only once. Youse ever think 'bout touchin me goil den not only will I soak ya, I'll kill ya!" Spot's voice held so much venom that I even felt a tint of fear rise in me. "Ya hear?" Spot asked, directing the question to all of the boys.
They all nodded, eyes wide with fear.
"Y-Yes, Spot," one said, his hands shaking. Spot looked down at James. James nodded and quickly apologized to me as he scrambled to his feet.
"Good." Spot pushed James out of his way and the boys moved willingly. I followed Spot, holding in my laughter. I soon caught up with Spot, and walked silently beside him. I glanced around, watching more people walk by us, and caught a couple of people whispering, pointing at Spot and I.
What? It isn't like we are getting married! Spot glared at a couple of people who decided to give me looks…looks in which I didn't want to see. So Spot instinctively slipped his arm around my shoulders, giving out living proof that I was officially "off limits." I smiled at this and wrapped my arm around his waist as we crossed the Brooklyn Bridge.
We soon came upon the Medda's place. It was like a second house, like Wades'. Spot and I pulled away from each other as he opened the door and let me enter first.
The first thing I saw was Race running up to me, nearly knocking me down as he hugged me.
"I missed youse!" he shouted.
"Uh…" I said. Race grinned and pulled away, and then looked at Spot.
"Heya Brandon!" he said, spitting into his hand and holding it out to the Brooklyn leader. Spot narrowed his eyes and smacked Race in the head.
I grinned as a familiar newsgirl walked into the room. She grinned when she saw us and gave me a quick hug. She then noticed her brother. She crossed her arms over her chest and sent him a glare.
"What are youse doin here?" she asked.
"I can go wherever I want, whether youse want me around or not."
"Well den go jump off a bridge!" Scout said.
"Wouldn't ya rather push me off?"
"Gladly! Go stand in front of a bridge!"
"Why don't youse jus' bang yer head against da wall, there might be more damage youse can put to yer brain!" Spot said.
"Shows how much youse know, I did dat last night!"
"We should go ahead and put ya in da Asylum!" Spot came up with.
"Go to hell!"
"When I'm around youse, I'm in hell!" I rolled my eyes and stepped between the feuding siblings.
"You two are aggravating!" I said, sighing in frustration. The two looked at me, and then glared at each other.
"She started it," Spot muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. I shook my head,
"Spot, maybe you should explain everything to Scout." Spot stared at me for a second before looking at his sister.
"She won't listen," he said.
"Well everything youse ever told me was a lie, so why should I listen?" Jack soon entered the room.
"Hey everyone," he said. He then noticed the two angry siblings. "Whoa, what's happenin in here? And do I wanna be apart of it?"
"Spot was just getting ready to explain everything to Scout," I said, eyeing the two. Race blinked a few times.
"Oh boy, a story!" he cheered, punching the air.
"A story dat youse ain't gonna hear, get lost!" Spot said. Race pouted as he left the room.
"Fine, I'll go ask Mush ta tell me a story!" I laughed as I turned to Jack.
"Is there anywhere we can…do this in private?" Jack grinned and motioned for us to follow him. We did as we were told, but the two siblings stayed apart, standing on either side of me. Scout glanced over at Spot and sent him a glare.
"Go away, Spot, I wanna talk to me best friend, alone! Besides, youse can go talk ta Jack!" Scout yanked on my right arm, pulling me over to her.
"Owe," I said, pulling my arm away.
"No," Spot said, "I don't wanna walk with Jacky-boy; I wanna walk with me goil." He draped his arm over my shoulders and pulled me towards him.
"What?" Scout asked, eyes wide. "You guys are togedder? Ew, Spot, dat's like datin yer sistah!" Scout once again pulled on my arm, yanking me away from Spot. I groaned.
"Hey, she can be a 'sistah' ta youse, be she's me goil!" I was then pulled back over to Spot.
"Well youse can spend da rest of yer life with 'er, I barely get ta see yer!" And, once again, believe it or not, I was pulled back over to Spot.
"Stop it!" I demanded. "I'm not a rag doll! I'm walking with Jack!" I then walked away from the two, and walked alongside of Jack who merely laughed. Spot and Scout crossed their arms over their chests and looked away from each other.
"My arms hurt," I whined, causing Jack to laugh harder.
"Ah, too bad youse got in da middle of dis." I shrugged,
"They need to get over it and accept the fact that they are siblings!" We soon came upon our destination, which was the roof of the building.
"Okay," I said, turning to Spot and Scout. "Spot, I think its time for you to…explain everything." Spot sighed and sat on the edge of the building, looking off into the distance. I sat beside him, and when he didn't talk I pushed on his shoulder.
"Do I have to?" he whined.
"Yes, Spot dearest," I said in a sarcastic tone, "you must tell the truth." Jack chuckled as Scout sat on the ground, grumbling to herself. Jack took a seat beside her as Spot began.
"Well, after Scout was born, and we found out she was a goil, fadder didn't want a goil, so mudder had ta give 'er up. She didn't want ta put 'er in da orphanage, so she gave 'er to our aunt, who Scout thought was 'er mudder. After 'bout a few years livin with 'er, our aunt had our cousin, Danny, who Scout thought was 'er brother. Well, mudder said I wasn't allowed ta tell Scout, ever. So I had ta pretend ta be 'er cousin. Our aunt's last name was McCoy, so Scout automatically became a McCoy, because it would be too suspicious if she went by Conlon. When I turned twelve, our mudder, our real mudder, died from pneumonia." Everyone switched their gaze to me.
"What?" I asked, shrugging. Spot stared at me intently, his eyes softer than usual. He soon smiled and continued.
"After mudder's death, fadder fled New York, leavin me alone in da streets with no money or roof ova me head 'cause he sold da house. Scout and I were pretty close back den, so she was always visiting, and when she had heard dat I was livin on da streets, she talked ta me 'bout becomin a newsy, 'cause 'er best friend, Jack Kelly, was a newsy. So I did, I lived in da Lodging House and sold papes every mornin. After awhile, Scout stopped comin by, so I went ova ta Manhattan ta see why, and dey said 'er and Danny ran away 'cause their parents didn't like dem. Well, turns out she was livin with Kelly, and sold papes with 'em. So I was fine with dat, 'cause I loined ta trust Kelly. But after awhile Scout became a bit of a trouble maker, and 'er and Danny were always bein sent to da refuge, but it only lasted for like a day or two. Until one day dey were sent for a total of six months, 'cause dey is stupid! So den da strike came up, yadda yadda yadda, youse get da picture. So now it all leads up ta here."
Everything remained quiet as the information sunk in.
"Is our fadder still alive?" Scout asked, her voice hoarse. Spot shrugged,
"Don't know, I ain't hoid from him."
"Why didn't he want a goil?" Jack asked.
"'Cause he was a jackass, why else?" Spot responded. Scout wiped at her eyes.
"So, the woman dat I thought was my aunt was really my mudder?" Spot nodded, still staring off into the distance. Scout rose from the ground and walked up to her brother. "I always wondered why our names were so alike…" Spot shrugged,
"We don't have names," he simply said.
"Yeah we do, Brandon. Youse know, it's a good thing I named ya Spot, 'cause Brandon is too…goody-goody for ya," Scout said.
"Why did ya have ta name me Spot?"
"Oh, Spot is such a manly name," I said, laughing slightly.
"Well, Brandon, youse reminded me of my old dog Fluffy. Fluffy always had one little 'spot' on his back." Spot sent Scout a glare.
"Shut up, Britton," he said.
"Hey, Scout, who named you?" I asked, referring to her 'creative' nickname.
"Racetrack," Scout laughed. I laughed slightly as Scout and Spot engaged in a small hug, a very small hug.
"Youse know, Sage is a newsy now and she ain't got a nickname," Scout said. Spot shrugged,
"I'm use ta callin 'er Sage, it's good enough for me." I smiled as everyone nodded.
"Yeah, Sage suits ya fine," Jack said. I shook my head,
"Can we get the attention off of my name?"
"Sure we can, what's with youse and Spot?" Scout asked. Spot and I shared a glance.
"Youse can wait a few years after we's is married." Spot then turned to me, "she still won't ever find out 'cause she's stupid like dat." I blushed at the thought of marriage. Especially when Spot was bringing it up.
But one thing lurked my mind the whole day…the dream.
Next Chapter: Sage has another awkward dream about this family, and soon finds out who it is.
A fight breaks out between two of the newsies over jealousy…cough Spot and Art cough
Author note: I was gonna break this up into two chapters, but I owe you guys…so…yeah. LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE!