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"But Daddy," the little curly haired girl whined.
"No buts, Makenna," her father said sternly. The little girl frowned and wiped her eyes, ridding of her salty tears.
"Okay," she said in a creaky voice. She turned around and headed for the school building. Her father sighed and looked around.
"Fine, fine," he said, running up to her. "But if youse tell yer mother den I'm dead."
"Yay!" the little girl shrieked, wrapping her arms around her father and hugging him.
"But dis is da only day youse'll get ta skip, got it?"
"Got it!" The man took his daughter's small hand and led her into the direction of the park. The man seemed to have a soft spot for the little girl.
She grinned as she ran to her favorite tree and began to climb it.
"Makenna Conlon, be careful!" her father said, looking up at her. Makenna looked down and grinned at her father, her eyes dancing with joy.
"Daddy look at me!" she said, standing on one of the tree limbs. She began to walk, balancing herself.
"Makenna, youse is gonna fall," her father warned. Makenna giggled, and kept on walking. She was pretty far up.
Her foot twisted when she stepped forward. She let out a small scream as she fell to the ground, her father not making it in time to save her.
I jolted up in my bed, heart racing, and tears streaming from my eyes. I glanced around my room. Sunlight beamed through my window, and birds chirped lightly. I wiped at my tears and quickly got out of bed.
My hands were shaking as I washed up and changed. The name echoed in my head: Makenna Conlon. Conlon…Spot Conlon. It couldn't be. The man in my dream was Spot.
I shook the thought off and walked silently up to Spot's room. I cracked the door open and peered in. Spot wasn't here!
I stared at the room in confusion.
"What can I do for ya?" came a voice from behind me. I jumped and turned around, but I eased down when I saw Spot.
"Don't do that!" I said. Spot shrugged,
"Sorry." He walked past me and into the room. Once again, he was half dressed, but for some reason I didn't want him to be. If Racer saw him like this then only God knows what she'll do.
"Get dressed," I said. Spot cocked an eyebrow.
"I am dressed."
"No," I pointed to his unbuttoned shirt, and his suspenders that were at his side. "Get dressed." Spot looked down at his clothes and gave me an awkward look.
"Oh, so youse don't like da way I dress for ya?" Spot asked. I sat in the chair in the corner and crossed my arms over my chest.
"I'm fine with your habit of not dressing fully, it's just you have other girls living in this place too, you know?" Spot grinned,
"Jealous?" I rolled my eyes,
"Oh please! Why would I be jealous?"
"'Cause one of yer goils keeps hangin on me," Spot chuckled. I scrunched up my nose in disgust.
"Doesn't mean I'm jealous!" Spot had a look of disappointment on his face as he began to button up his shirt. I got to my feet and walked over to him, placing my hands on his to stop him. Spot looked up at me with a questioning look. "Don't walk out this door half dressed." I then put my hand behind his neck and pulled him into my lips. Spot responded by wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer to him.
I ran my fingers through his hair, which was damp. We pulled away for a split second, but kissed again. It was nice to be with Spot and not feel awkward, but what worried me was my dream. In my dream, Spot was my husband, and we had a daughter and a son. Does that mean Spot and I are going to get married? I didn't have a problem with that, but it still seemed odd. Since ever I was a little girl I dreamed about marrying some wealthy man who could afford a mansion.
I guess it was because I was born a wealthy child, and my mother thrust them thoughts into my head. I wonder how she'd feel if she knew I was in love with a newsboy who was leader of the Brooklyn newsies. Would she be proud? Spot may not be rich, and didn't have the money to buy a mansion, but I loved him with all my heart. If I were still a little girl, then trust me, I wouldn't imagine myself with a guy like Spot.
Spot and I soon parted, and he rested his forehead against mine, catching his breath. I was thankful he didn't push me to go any further.
"So, youse sure you ain't jealous?" he asked. I shrugged,
"Why be jealous when you're already mine?" Spot grinned and kissed me once more.
We held on to each other, listening to the other boys wake up. I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his heart beat.
Then I heard it…It sounded like a dying cat: Racer's voice.
"Heya boys!" I heard on the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes and groaned, pulling myself away from Spot, and trust me, it wasn't that easy. I stormed over to the door and pulled it open.
"Jones!" I said in the most venomous voice I never knew I had. Racer jumped and turned around, giving me her same disgusted look.
"It's Racer," she said.
"It isn't until you learn to respect the boy's privacy!" I growled. Racer flinched and grunted, storming down the stairs. Spot placed his hands on my shoulders from behind me.
"See how hard it is?" he asked, leaning on me. I shrugged his hands off my shoulders and turned to him. I kissed his cheek and left to go downstairs. I had to make sure all of the girls were up, and to see if they paid their dime.
I looked in the girl's jar. There were only two dimes. I knew one was from me, and the other had to be from Poet. I narrowed my eyes and stormed over to the girl's room. I swung open the door and glared at Racer and Gloom.
"The two of you forgot to pay last night," I said. Racer crossed her arms over her chest.
"I paid!" she said.
"No, you didn't. Cough up the dime!" I said, holding out my hand.
"I ain't payin youse! Youse'll jus' steal it!" That tears it. I walked over to Racer and grabbed the back off her neck with my thumb and index finger. I squeezed on her neck, making her knees drop to the floor. This was a trick I learned from Scout. It hurt like hell, but it didn't do anything to you.
"I said cough up the dime!" I repeated. Racer shoved her hand into her pocket and pulled out a dime. She held it up and I took it. I let go of her neck and turned my attention to Gloom. "Mitchell," I said. Gloom immediately shoved her hand into her pocket and pulled out a dime, handing it to me.
"Thank you, ladies," I said sweetly as I turned around and walked out the door. I dropped the two dimes into the jar and turned around to be greeted by Poet.\
"Mornin," she said, heading for the door.
"Morning," I said. I looked up the stairs, waiting impatiently for the Brooklyn leader. Spot walked down the steps, fully dressed, and put his hat onto his head. We walked out the door, but stopped when we noticed a small group of girls standing outside. They all stopped talking and looked up at us.
"What can we do for ya?" Spot asked.
"We hear dat youse is lettin in goil newsies," one girl said.
"We are," I told them.
"Yup," Spot said. "So youse gotta talk ta Sage here, 'cause she's da leader of da newsgoils." He patted my shoulder and began to walk away. Wait, he's just going to leave me. "Good luck," he said, winking.
I shook my head and sighed, looking down at the girls.
"Okay," I started, "follow me." I motioned the girls inside, and the all walked into the foyer. There were only four of them. "Give me your names." I pulled out the notebook Wades always used for the newsies.
"I'm Ally Taylor," one girl said. "Butterfly for short." She had black hair, and light green eyes. She was wearing a green skirt and a yellow shirt, and seemed to be sweet. She also wore a butterfly barrette in her hair. I scribbled down the name and looked up at the next girl.
"Angelic Tae; Earth." She had red, curly hair, and green eyes. She wore dark green trousers, a light green shirt, and brown suspenders. I wrote it down and looked at the next girl.
"I'm Riley Peterson, but everyone calls me Brainy." She had orange hair and blue eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. She wore black suspenders, a light brown shirt, and blue suspenders. I wrote it down and turned my eyes to the last girl.
"Mindy Kell," she said in a soft voice. "No nickname." She had bright blonde hair and hazel eyes. She wore a brown skirt and a white shirt. She was very pretty.
"Okay," I said. "A dime a night to sleep here, and you have to get up at seven to sell papes." The girls looked at each other and nodded. "You guys do have experience with selling papes, don't you?"
"I do!" Brainy said. "I watch youse guys every mornin."
"Come on, I'll teach you."
For the rest of the morning I taught all of the newcomers, along with Racer and Gloom, how to sell papes. Some were quite good, but others were…okay.
Spot watched from a distance, his eyes dancing with amusement. After everyone earned at least ten cents, we began to head back to the Lodging House.
Audience P.O.V
Racer went her own way, searching for one guy in particular. Sure, she could flirt with another guy, but how many guys look as good as Spot Conlon?
Spot sat at his post on the docks, watching his newsies jump into the river. A familiar brown haired girl walked up and smiled at him.
"Hey Spot," she said in a calm voice. Spot glanced down at her, but resumed watching his boys. "Can I come up?" Before Spot had a chance to answer, the girl began to climb up, and stood beside Spot.
"What do youse want?" Spot asked, twirling his cane in his hand. Racer giggled and placed her hand on the Brooklyn leader's chest.
"Youse is so funny," she giggled. Spot sighed and removed her hand. He didn't obey Sage. He had his shirt half unbuttoned, and his suspenders hung at his sides. Racer licked her lips. Spot noticed this, and immediately began to button up his shirt. Racer pulled his hands away from his shirt.
"Don't do dat," she said. "It looks better dat way." Spot had a disgusted look on his face and moved away slowly.
"Shouldn't youse be somewhere else?" he asked. Racer shrugged,
"Nah." Before Spot could do anything, Racer threw herself at him and put her lips to his. Spot stumbled backwards, nearly falling off, but maintained his balance. He put his hands on Racer's shoulders and pushed her off of him, spitting out the disgusting taste of her lips. He wiped his mouth,
"What in da livin hell is wrong with you?" he yelled. Racer flinched,
"I thought you wanted me," she said.
"I already have a goil!" Racer scowled,
"Why be with another goil when youse can have me!" Spot growled,
"Get lost!" he demanded.
"But-"
"I said get lost!" Racer grunted and left, muttering to herself.
Normal P.O.V
I sat at a table with Poet and Mindy. Mindy was very sweet, and calm.
"Yeah, I like dis place," Poet said.
"Me too," I replied. Mindy shrugged,
"I haven't been here long, but I like it." We all laughed as we heard a door slam. Racer walked by and into the girl's room. I shook my head and rose to my feet, excusing myself from the table. I walked to the girl's room and cracked it open.
"He doesn't want me, can youse believe dat?" Racer yelled to Gloom.
"Wait, what happened?" Gloom asked.
"I kissed him, and he told me he had a goil!"
"Youse kissed Spot Conlon?" Gloom asked in awe. What? I opened the door fully and glared at Racer. She turned around and glared at me.
"You know, kissing the leader of Brooklyn wasn't a good idea," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and walking up to her. Racer chuckled,
"Well, yer little crush on him has ta go too 'cause he already has a goil!" Racer said.
Duh, dumbass, I thought.
"Yeah, I know," I said. Before Racer could say anything my fist collided with her jaw. She stumbled backwards and let out a small scream.
"That's for touching my man!" I turned on my heel and walked out the door, leaving a stunned Racer.
Next Chapter: Racer didn't believe that Spot and Sage were a couple, what will she think when she sees them kiss?
Scout and Jack pay a visit…Racer decides that she wants Jack and Spot.
Author note: Go Sage, go Sage, it's your birthday! Haha, that was funny! LONG LIVE SPOT, SAGE, SCOUT AND JACK!