Author note: Ello everyone, I guess I should go ahead and post this chapter.
I awoke with a sudden jolt and stared up at my ceiling for a few minutes. The woman…it was me. Was it about my future? I rubbed my head and glanced over at the window. It was early in the morning, but not too early.
I rose from bed and stretched, yawning in the process. Nobody was up yet so I took that opportunity and washed up.
After about thirty minutes of scrubbing my head and cleaning my body, I changed and walked into the kitchen.
I slowly fed Chance and ate a small breakfast. It was still early, so the boys were still sleeping.
I crept upstairs to Spot's room and peaked in. There was a lump on his bed, so apparently he was still asleep. I walked over to his bed and pulled the sheets away from his face.
His hair fell loosely in his eyes, as always, and he was wearing his undershirt, and I suppose his trousers as well.
His chest rose and fell slowly as he shifted in his bed. It was about time for the boys to wake up, so why not go ahead and wake up their leader?
Spot was known to not want to get out of bed. You should shake, yell, and poke him all day, but he wouldn't get out of bed. You could even push him off the bed and he'd probably still be asleep on the floor.
I bet you could pour water on him, and he'd take that as his daily wash. I laughed at the thought of pouring water on Spot.
Let's see, how to wake him. I glanced around the room, and decided that there was no way to wake him unless it was free will. I shrugged and got closer to Spot's face.
"Spot," I said softly. Spot's lift curled up into a smile, but he was still asleep. "Spot," I said again, shaking his shoulder. Still, he was asleep.
I groaned and then grinned. I leaned in closer to Spot and gently, yet very slightly, kissed his lips. Spot's eyes shot open when I quickly pulled away.
"Good Morning," I said, giving him an innocent smile. Spot blinked a few times.
"So, da great Sage Matthews found a way ta wake me up," Spot said, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Sure did," I said. "But next time I'll have Spark do it." Spot chuckled and shook his head.
"Dat won't wake me up, dat'll kill me!" I shrugged,
"Too bad because he's doing it tomorrow." Spot had a fake look of horror on his face.
"Dat's worse den havin a bunch of monsters eat ya."
"Ah, speaking of monsters, you still seem to be alive." Spot laid back down in his bed and yawned,
"Yup, dey all ran away when I told 'em I was goin ta soak 'em." I grinned as Spot put his arms behind his head, closing his eyes.
"Going to sleep?" I asked.
"Youse bet."
"Aw come on; don't make me get Spark in here!" I threatened.
"I'm up, I'm up," Spot said, pushing the sheets away from him. He groggily rose from the bed and walked to the wooden dresser. He pulled on the second one and searched through his 'massive' pile of shirts. He had what, four, five?
He pulled one out and went to the third one, probably where he keeps his 'massive' pile of trousers. I laughed to myself as I laid down on Spot's bed, watching as he pulled out the exact same pair of pants he was wearing. He must really love brown pants.
He grinned at me as he left the room to wash up. I stared up at the ceiling, listening to the other boys wake up.
"Heya Sage," came a voice from the doorway. I looked up and smiled at Splinter.
"Hey," I said.
"Watchya doin?"
"Waiting for Spot," I said.
"Sellin today?"
"Don't know." Splinter shrugged as he left for the washroom.
About twenty or so minutes later, Spot walked back in the room, his hair soaking wet. He had a towel around his shoulders. He put it on his head and dried off his hair. He then pulled the towel off to reveal wet, curly hair.
It looked a bit odd on Spot, but then again cute. He combed out his hair as he grabbed his hat and cane.
His hair was drying pretty quick I had to say. Spot turned to me,
"Ready," he said. I smiled as I rose from his bed and followed him out his door. We walked down the steps, and he held the front door open for me. I thanked him as I walked out to be greeted by the crowded streets of Brooklyn.
Spot walked out after me, but his eyes landed on something – or someone – walking our way.
"Scout," Spot said, putting his cane in his belt loop and walking down the steps to stand beside me.
"Heya Sage, Spot, how's it goin?"
"Pretty good," I said, grinning. Scout smiled and glanced at the person standing beside her.
"I have someone I want youse ta meet, Spot."
"Hey, dis ain't one of those 'try ta get yer brother outta a relationship with yer friend' thing is it?" I laughed at the way Spot said it. Spot smirked as Scout shook her head,
"Nope, she wants ta be a Brooklyn newsy. Originally from Manhattan; meet Poet." Scout pointed to the girl beside her, and took off her cabby hat.
She had waist length, curly blonde hair, and gorgeous emerald green eyes. She was wearing yellow suspenders and a pink shirt, and her trousers were about the same color as Spot's.
"So what do youse want me ta do 'bout it?" Spot asked. I elbowed his side and grinned at the new girl.
"Hi, I'm Sage Matthews," I said, with a small wave. "And this arrogant bastard here is Spot Conlon." She probably already knew that considering she was from Manhattan.
"Hey," she said with a slight shrug.
"Poet here writes poetry," Scout said, slinging her arm over Poet's shoulder. Poet rolled her eyes.
"No, really?" she said. I laughed as Spot sighed in frustration.
"We ain't got room," he said flatly.
"What? Of course we have room!" I said, glaring at Spot. "She can share a room with me."
"Yer room only has one bed," Spot said, rolling his eyes.
"So? I'm sure Wades can spare a few extra beds. I mean, this is the new Lodging House for now." Spot shook his head,
"We don't need goil newsies. Dey only get in tha way." I sent Spot an icy stare.
"Oh, so I get in the way?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Spot stepped back, holding his hands up.
"Uh, no, not youse…I, uh, mean when da udder goils lived with us when youse weren't around…dey, uh, got in da way."
"I don't care what you say, Spot Conlon; Poet is staying!"
"Hey, I thought I was tha leader 'round here!" Spot whined.
"Nah," I said. "I am." I gave Spot a grin as he looked confused.
"Why don't you let girls be newsies?" I asked. "They're just as smart as boys." Spot sighed,
"'Cause…I said so."
"Yeah, well, I say there can be girls," I protested.
"And I say there can't." I tilted my head.
"Oh yeah? Okay then, goodbye," I said, starting to walk away. Spot caught my arm,
"Hey, hey, hey," he said. "I was jus' kiddin. If it makes ya happy da goil can stay." I grinned triumphantly.
"Come on, ladies," I said, motioning for Scout and Poet to follow me. "And Spot."
We walked inside to find the other newsies sitting around, getting ready to leave. They all eyed the new girl, wondering who she was. We walked to my room.
"Let's see," I started. "Spot, are you sure there isn't an extra room?" Spot looked around innocently.
"Maybe," he said.
"Spot," I warned.
"Fine, there is one jus' down da hall."
"Show us." Spot led the way down the hall and opened the door to another room. It looked nice and cozy, almost like mine.
"Nice," Scout said. "Watchya think, Poet?"
"I like it," Poet said, observing the room. Spot stared at the wall, muttering to himself.
"What was that?" I asked, smiling.
"Nothin," Spot said.
"Well, I guess I better go," Scout said, thrusting her hands in her pockets.
"You're welcome to stay," I said. Scout shrugged,
"Youse know, Spot youse should make Sage here head of the Brooklyn newsgoils. I mean, youse gotta be nearly da only place who barely has any newsgoils."
"Yeah Spot, I'd be a better leader than you," I joked.
"Quit pickin on me!" Spot said. I grinned and leaned on Spot, slipping my arm around his waist.
"Why? It's fun." Scout chuckled as Spot smirked. He put his arm around my shoulder.
"I'll think 'bout it," he said. "Now leave," he told his sister.
"Fine, fine; I'm gone." We walked with Scout back outside, Poet following. "Bon voyage!" Scout said as she headed back to Brooklyn.
"Come on Spotty-boy," I said, copying the way Spot always called Jack 'Jacky-boy." "We got papes to sell." Spot chuckled as we headed to the distribution center, arm in arm, Poet following.
Since the distribution center was just down the road, it didn't take too long to get there. Spot and I quickly bought our papes and headed out into the streets. I looked back at Poet as she bought her papes, and headed in a different direction. I hope she knows her way around. I shrugged as Spot and I parted, going our separate ways.
I called out the headlines, and noticed two girls watching me. I uneasily sold a few more papes, and found them glaring at me.
After a few more minutes, I saw them leave, heading over to Spot.
Next Chapter: Spot makes Sage leader of the newsgirls.
Girls become newsies in Brooklyn, and one has her eyes especially on Spot Conlon.
Author note: Sorry this is so late; I've been a bit stressed lately. LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE.