"So why is you'se sellin' wit us again? I'se mean, dun get me'se wrong, we're love ya, but you'se belong wit Brooklyn." i half smiled and said "I don't belong with Brooklyn. I belong in Brooklyn, Race. And because i wanted to try Manhattan for a bit, maybe i'd like it better ova heah."
Ever since i'd left home, i've been starting to pick up the Brooklyn accent and the Manhattaner's would make fun of me for it. "No, i'se mean you'se belong wit Brooklyn." Race replied.
I sighed shaking my head "Can we not talk 'bout this right now?" Jack had entered the lodging house and he came in saying "Oh, we'se talkin' 'bout dis. Doll, it's been two weeks already."
"You'se said you'se would tell us about what happened dat day a week ago." Davey had come out of the bathroom, all clean from the shower. He'd been staying at the lodging house for the last two weeks because he'd wanted to know what happened in Brooklyn.
"I'se hoid you'se slapped Spot." Blink had entered the room and after he, all the other Manhattan and even some Brooklyn newsies came in, circling me. I had sat down on the bunk i was given and all the newsies had moved the bunks so that they were all circling me. Somewhat like a gossip circle.
Even god damn Kloppman was standing at the corner of the room, listening in. "I'se.. I like Spot." i said bluntly, starting the sentence. "But, he don't like me. So yes, just another heart breaking story about how a stupid goil falls for the Spot Conlon and gets her heart broken, happy?"
"Well, heart broken stories are neva good. Especially from you'se Doll." Crutchy had sat down next to me and i smiled because he was like a baby. "But ya don't get it! I could've fallen foah anyone in the world. But why him?"
"Ya can't choose when or what time ya fall foah someone. Ya just fall foah them." Kloppman's rusty and stern voice had echoed around the little room. I looked around and some were nodding in agreement.
"I seriously wish i could choose when this happened." i looked over at everyone and laid my eyes on the Spot Conlon standing right next to Kloppman. I didn't even realize he was there, maybe he'd just come in and maybe he didn't hear anything.
He gave me that stern look i was yearning these couple weeks, but i didn't give in. "I'se goin' ta bed. Night." i looked up at Crutchy expectantly and he gave me a sad look before standing up.
I laid down and quickly closed my eyes before people noticed Spot was there. "oh heya Spot!" Crutchy yelled from across the room. "we'se was just talkin' bout' ya. Hey Doll, look who came to see you it's-"
But someone had probably covered his mouth because everything else was muffled. "I'se was heah foah da party." Spot replied bluntly, making my heart drop a million miles. I knew it was a long shot but i thought he would come to see me. Like my night and shining… Tin foil.
As if.
As if he would come and save me. He has no feelings for me. Why do i do this to myself? Why do i care about him? Fuck him. I don't need him and he obviously doesn't need me.