Author's Note: I am sorry to everyone who wanted to be Spot's girl. I
already have one, she was the first to ask me after I posted that chapter.
Don't hate me, if you want to be someone else's girl, email me and I'll see
what I can do.
New Dress, New Shoes, New Job
The sun was shining through the windows, as Cecile woke up. She looked over, to see the mattress Spot dragged in last night empty. She got up and went to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror.
"Uggh." She thought. "I really need a bath." She looked behind her and saw a metal tub. "Well, necessity calls." She began pumping water into the bathtub. She went back into Spot's room and looked for shampoo and soap. "I don't think he'll mind if I just borrow these. Oh. And this too." She added, as an afterthought, grabbing a towel. She undressed in Spot's room, grabbing her dress and wrapping herself in the towel, and went back into the bathroom. She stepped into the tub.
"This feels so good." She thought, leaning back and lathering her hair with shampoo. Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out of the tub, drying her body and putting on her dress. She looked at her hair and pulled out bobby pins from her boot. She piled it on top of her head, so that some curls hung down, framing her face.
"I hate my hair." She complained to herself. "Sometimes it's wavy and other times, it's straight. Make up your mind!" She commanded.
She headed downstairs, hoping some of the Newsies were in the lobby. Lucky for her, Spot and a couple others, including Sullivan and Lucky, were sitting around a table.
"Finally Sleeping Beauty." Spot said, barely looking up from the cards in his hand.
She yawned. "What have you guys been doing?"
"Selling our papes." Sullivan said.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"Almost 11." Lucky responded.
"You have already sold all of your papers?" She asked surprised.
"Yes. All 100 of dem." Remarked Spot proudly.
"Brooklyn had a reputation for selling papes fast. They also have a reputation for doing other stuff, if you know what I mean, Bella." Sullivan added, winking.
"That's not going to get you anywhere, Sullivan." She replied.
"Yeah, well it worth a shot, ain't it? Especially with a pretty goil like you." He grinned, his cigar hanging out of his mouth, shuffling the cards again. Cecile looked him over. He wasn't that bad looking; he was skinny but that was all muscle. His head was covered with very short brown hair and on his chin was a faint trace of a moustache and a goatee. He had deep brown, soulful eyes. He was about 5'10, which was a little taller than her. (AN: Think Orlando Bloom) In fact, the only reason she didn't respond to his words was that he reminded her so much of………
She shook that thought out of her head. "What's wrong with you Cecile?" She asked herself. "You promised yourself that you would never think about him again."
"So what are we doing today?" She asked, smiling brightly. A load groan went up as Lucky won again. He smiled and scooped up his winnings.
"Well, now that that is over and Lucky has won again," He shot Lucky a dirty look. "We meaning Lucky, Sullivan and I, are going to take you to a seamstress."
"Let's go!" Cecile said eagerly. Lucky, Sullivan and Spot stood up from the table.
"Wow!" Sullivan exclaimed. "You look gorgeous, Bella."
"Thanks." She said self-consciously as Sullivan came over and kissed her hand.
"You look great but where did you get the curling rod?" Lucky asked, motioning to her wavy hair.
"Well, my hair has a mind of its own. Sometimes its straight and other times wavy like this. It never can just stay one way or the other." She explained. "Well? What are we waiting for? Let's go!" She smiled as the three boys followed her out of the Lodging House.
They made their way down Washington Street, dodging carriages and saying hello to every other Newsie. They stopped in front of a tiny shop.
"Move back." Lucky said, stepping to the front. He knocked twice and a tall girl who looked about seventeen opened the door.
"Lucky!" She said, giving him a hug.
"Hi, April." Lucky said, in a way Cecile had never heard him talk before. He put his arm around her waist. "This is the girl I told you about, Cecile, Spot's twin sister."
"Hi, I'm April." The girl said warmly. "It's nice to meet you."
Cecile smiled. "It's nice to meet you too."
"Come in." She said, opening the door as she went inside followed by Lucky.
"April is Lucky's girl. They've been together for about 6 months now. He used to be a really big womanizer, almost bigger than your brother, but he met her and he's like a married man." Sullivan explained, holding the door open for her.
"Thanks. That explains it." She looked at her surroundings. There was a three way mirror in the corner, and a door leading to what she assumed to be fitting rooms and dresses were all over the place.
"Lucky she fits your description perfectly. This shouldn't be too hard." April said. "Can you stand here please Cecile?" She asked, turning her attention to Cecile. She held up a ruler and started taking measurements. "I have the perfect dress for you."
"Ok." Cecile said nervously. April disappeared into the back room and returned a moment later, with a lavender dress in her arms.
"Try this on." She commanded.
"Here?" Cecile said, looking at the three boys in the room.
"She's right." April said. "Go to the backroom." Cecile started towards the room with April following her.
"Ok, take your dress off and slip this one over your head." April directed. She started unbuttoning the back of Cecile's dress. "I hate these expensive dresses! So many buttons!" She exclaimed, finally reaching the end.
"Tell me about it!" Cecile said, stepping out of her old one and putting the new one over her head. The purple silk felt cool against her body. April started buttoning the few buttons in the back.
"Come on. Let's go show your brother." April said, taking Cecile's wrist and leading her away. Cecile and April stepped out of the backroom.
"You look gorgeous." Spot said amazed. Cecile looked in the mirror. Her jaw dropped.
"I look like a whore!" She exclaimed, putting her hand up to cover the bare neck.
"No." Spot said. "You've just been too used to the modest dresses Grandfather made you wear."
"Do I really have to wear this?" Cecile asked hesitantly.
"Yes." Sullivan said. "If you want the job at Medda's you will."
"You really do look great." Lucky said softly.
"Thanks Lucky. You're the only one I actually believe." She said.
"Aw! Why?" Sullivan and Spot asked, pretending to look hurt.
"Well, Spot you're my brother so you have to tell me I look good and Sullivan just wants me to "go places with him", and compliments are the only way that would happen."
"She does have a point boys." April said. At that moment, Swifty ran into the shop.
"Here is the reply from Medda, Spot." He said, out of breath. He handed Spot a letter.
"Thanks Swifty. Stay here until you catch your breath." Spot replied, opening the letter. Swifty collapsed on a chair. He turned to look at Cecile, as Spot read the letter.
"You look really good Cecile." He said, his face blushing.
"Thanks." She said to the younger Newsie, flashing him a smile.
"Medda said she could take Cecile. She said we could bring her over today." Spot said folding the letter and putting it into his pocket.
"Are we going to bring her over today?" Sullivan asked.
"Are you that eager to get rid of me, Sullivan?" Cecile asked, pouting, throwing a throw pillow at him.
"Yes, Bella." He replied, throwing it back in her direction.
"We'll go down to the Lodging House and get some more Newsies to come with us and then we'll leave."
"Here." Spot said handing April some money.
"No. Spot I'll pay for it. It's my dress." She said forcefully, pulling a some coins out of her boot.
"Can I also have a pair of boots please?" She asked April.
"Sure, let me see if we have a pair that fits you." She disappeared and returned with a pair in her hand. "See how these work." Cecile tried them on.
"This fits perfectly." Cecile said. "Thank you so much. Here is the money." She said, handing April the coins.
"Thanks, Cecile. It was nice to meet you." April said.
They all headed out of the shop. "It was nice to meet you too April." She called over her shoulder.
"Hold on." Spot commanded. A couple moments later, Lucky ran out of the shop.
"Are you ready now Lucky?" Sullivan asked teasingly.
"Yeah, let's go." He said, his voice gruff. They started back to the Lodging House.
Spot talked to a couple of Newsies when they got there. They all nodded when Spot finished talking.
"Here's your dress, Cecile. I'm going to put it in this bag." Lucky said, sticking her old dress in a carpetbag.
"Thanks."
"Ok, everyone. Let's go." Spot said. About five more Newsies stood up and followed them.
"We'll meet you there later Spot." A Newsie called out who was staying behind.
"Why are all these Newises coming with us Spot?" Cecile asked running to catch up with her brother.
"They're for protection, so no one recognizes you." He answered, as they crossed over the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Ok. Thanks." She smiled and walked with Lucky and Sullivan the rest of the way.
New Dress, New Shoes, New Job
The sun was shining through the windows, as Cecile woke up. She looked over, to see the mattress Spot dragged in last night empty. She got up and went to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror.
"Uggh." She thought. "I really need a bath." She looked behind her and saw a metal tub. "Well, necessity calls." She began pumping water into the bathtub. She went back into Spot's room and looked for shampoo and soap. "I don't think he'll mind if I just borrow these. Oh. And this too." She added, as an afterthought, grabbing a towel. She undressed in Spot's room, grabbing her dress and wrapping herself in the towel, and went back into the bathroom. She stepped into the tub.
"This feels so good." She thought, leaning back and lathering her hair with shampoo. Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out of the tub, drying her body and putting on her dress. She looked at her hair and pulled out bobby pins from her boot. She piled it on top of her head, so that some curls hung down, framing her face.
"I hate my hair." She complained to herself. "Sometimes it's wavy and other times, it's straight. Make up your mind!" She commanded.
She headed downstairs, hoping some of the Newsies were in the lobby. Lucky for her, Spot and a couple others, including Sullivan and Lucky, were sitting around a table.
"Finally Sleeping Beauty." Spot said, barely looking up from the cards in his hand.
She yawned. "What have you guys been doing?"
"Selling our papes." Sullivan said.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"Almost 11." Lucky responded.
"You have already sold all of your papers?" She asked surprised.
"Yes. All 100 of dem." Remarked Spot proudly.
"Brooklyn had a reputation for selling papes fast. They also have a reputation for doing other stuff, if you know what I mean, Bella." Sullivan added, winking.
"That's not going to get you anywhere, Sullivan." She replied.
"Yeah, well it worth a shot, ain't it? Especially with a pretty goil like you." He grinned, his cigar hanging out of his mouth, shuffling the cards again. Cecile looked him over. He wasn't that bad looking; he was skinny but that was all muscle. His head was covered with very short brown hair and on his chin was a faint trace of a moustache and a goatee. He had deep brown, soulful eyes. He was about 5'10, which was a little taller than her. (AN: Think Orlando Bloom) In fact, the only reason she didn't respond to his words was that he reminded her so much of………
She shook that thought out of her head. "What's wrong with you Cecile?" She asked herself. "You promised yourself that you would never think about him again."
"So what are we doing today?" She asked, smiling brightly. A load groan went up as Lucky won again. He smiled and scooped up his winnings.
"Well, now that that is over and Lucky has won again," He shot Lucky a dirty look. "We meaning Lucky, Sullivan and I, are going to take you to a seamstress."
"Let's go!" Cecile said eagerly. Lucky, Sullivan and Spot stood up from the table.
"Wow!" Sullivan exclaimed. "You look gorgeous, Bella."
"Thanks." She said self-consciously as Sullivan came over and kissed her hand.
"You look great but where did you get the curling rod?" Lucky asked, motioning to her wavy hair.
"Well, my hair has a mind of its own. Sometimes its straight and other times wavy like this. It never can just stay one way or the other." She explained. "Well? What are we waiting for? Let's go!" She smiled as the three boys followed her out of the Lodging House.
They made their way down Washington Street, dodging carriages and saying hello to every other Newsie. They stopped in front of a tiny shop.
"Move back." Lucky said, stepping to the front. He knocked twice and a tall girl who looked about seventeen opened the door.
"Lucky!" She said, giving him a hug.
"Hi, April." Lucky said, in a way Cecile had never heard him talk before. He put his arm around her waist. "This is the girl I told you about, Cecile, Spot's twin sister."
"Hi, I'm April." The girl said warmly. "It's nice to meet you."
Cecile smiled. "It's nice to meet you too."
"Come in." She said, opening the door as she went inside followed by Lucky.
"April is Lucky's girl. They've been together for about 6 months now. He used to be a really big womanizer, almost bigger than your brother, but he met her and he's like a married man." Sullivan explained, holding the door open for her.
"Thanks. That explains it." She looked at her surroundings. There was a three way mirror in the corner, and a door leading to what she assumed to be fitting rooms and dresses were all over the place.
"Lucky she fits your description perfectly. This shouldn't be too hard." April said. "Can you stand here please Cecile?" She asked, turning her attention to Cecile. She held up a ruler and started taking measurements. "I have the perfect dress for you."
"Ok." Cecile said nervously. April disappeared into the back room and returned a moment later, with a lavender dress in her arms.
"Try this on." She commanded.
"Here?" Cecile said, looking at the three boys in the room.
"She's right." April said. "Go to the backroom." Cecile started towards the room with April following her.
"Ok, take your dress off and slip this one over your head." April directed. She started unbuttoning the back of Cecile's dress. "I hate these expensive dresses! So many buttons!" She exclaimed, finally reaching the end.
"Tell me about it!" Cecile said, stepping out of her old one and putting the new one over her head. The purple silk felt cool against her body. April started buttoning the few buttons in the back.
"Come on. Let's go show your brother." April said, taking Cecile's wrist and leading her away. Cecile and April stepped out of the backroom.
"You look gorgeous." Spot said amazed. Cecile looked in the mirror. Her jaw dropped.
"I look like a whore!" She exclaimed, putting her hand up to cover the bare neck.
"No." Spot said. "You've just been too used to the modest dresses Grandfather made you wear."
"Do I really have to wear this?" Cecile asked hesitantly.
"Yes." Sullivan said. "If you want the job at Medda's you will."
"You really do look great." Lucky said softly.
"Thanks Lucky. You're the only one I actually believe." She said.
"Aw! Why?" Sullivan and Spot asked, pretending to look hurt.
"Well, Spot you're my brother so you have to tell me I look good and Sullivan just wants me to "go places with him", and compliments are the only way that would happen."
"She does have a point boys." April said. At that moment, Swifty ran into the shop.
"Here is the reply from Medda, Spot." He said, out of breath. He handed Spot a letter.
"Thanks Swifty. Stay here until you catch your breath." Spot replied, opening the letter. Swifty collapsed on a chair. He turned to look at Cecile, as Spot read the letter.
"You look really good Cecile." He said, his face blushing.
"Thanks." She said to the younger Newsie, flashing him a smile.
"Medda said she could take Cecile. She said we could bring her over today." Spot said folding the letter and putting it into his pocket.
"Are we going to bring her over today?" Sullivan asked.
"Are you that eager to get rid of me, Sullivan?" Cecile asked, pouting, throwing a throw pillow at him.
"Yes, Bella." He replied, throwing it back in her direction.
"We'll go down to the Lodging House and get some more Newsies to come with us and then we'll leave."
"Here." Spot said handing April some money.
"No. Spot I'll pay for it. It's my dress." She said forcefully, pulling a some coins out of her boot.
"Can I also have a pair of boots please?" She asked April.
"Sure, let me see if we have a pair that fits you." She disappeared and returned with a pair in her hand. "See how these work." Cecile tried them on.
"This fits perfectly." Cecile said. "Thank you so much. Here is the money." She said, handing April the coins.
"Thanks, Cecile. It was nice to meet you." April said.
They all headed out of the shop. "It was nice to meet you too April." She called over her shoulder.
"Hold on." Spot commanded. A couple moments later, Lucky ran out of the shop.
"Are you ready now Lucky?" Sullivan asked teasingly.
"Yeah, let's go." He said, his voice gruff. They started back to the Lodging House.
Spot talked to a couple of Newsies when they got there. They all nodded when Spot finished talking.
"Here's your dress, Cecile. I'm going to put it in this bag." Lucky said, sticking her old dress in a carpetbag.
"Thanks."
"Ok, everyone. Let's go." Spot said. About five more Newsies stood up and followed them.
"We'll meet you there later Spot." A Newsie called out who was staying behind.
"Why are all these Newises coming with us Spot?" Cecile asked running to catch up with her brother.
"They're for protection, so no one recognizes you." He answered, as they crossed over the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Ok. Thanks." She smiled and walked with Lucky and Sullivan the rest of the way.