Ok, here it is...she goes to Brooklyn and sees Spot again.

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Chapter 3

I was leaning over the Brooklyn Bridge watching the water gently roll toward the ocean. I took in a deep breath and let out a long call. I smiled remembering the first time I ever made that call.

It was my first ever trip to Brooklyn, just a few weeks after I joined up with the Manhattan Newsies. That was also the day that I met the legendary Spot Conlon. He was eleven, just a little more than a year older than I was, but he acted so much older. Even at such a young age, he just seemed to have this power over people; all it took was a glace from his gorgeously striking blue eyes. He was a born leader, which was one of his traits that attracted me to him now. However, I did not always feel this way about him. We hated each other as kids, probably because we both have such strong personalities. Funny how tings change...

I made that first trip with Drew and Jack. Jack thought the world of Drew, their relationship was similar to the relationship that Jack has with Les. We were walking across the bridge and the idea just popped into my head. Drew did his best to teach me all he could whenever he could and it just so happened that we talked about echos the day before. I saw this as my perfect chance to show Drew that I was smart. So I decided leaned over the bridge and that call. Those two boys almost had a panic attack from the fear that I would fall over the edge. That comical look on their faces had just made my day! I could not really blame them for panicking; after all, I was so small that my feet were a quite the distance away from the ground.

Drew rushed over and removed me from the railing and placing me safely back down. I was snickering as he placed a gentle hand on the top of my blonde hair. "You are quite the little girl," he said and let his hand slide to the back of my head motioning me forward. I have to say I was rather pleased with myself.

"Ya just had ta do dat for old time's sakes, didn't ya?" Jack said interrupting my flashback. "Looks ta me dat ya still have some trouble reaching the ground." He teased. I looked down noting that my toes only brushed the surface below me. I dropped down and ran to catch up.

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If you were looking for a Brooklyn Newsie on a hot summer's day, you would go to the docks. That was their main place to cool off, from more than just the blazing sun, and relax after they were done selling. I felt the knot grow tighter in my stomach as we became closer to our destination. It is from excitement though, not nerves. I swear I'm not noivous, really...

As we stepped on the first plank I glimpsed Spot perched on top of some crates. I felt my heart pound harder when I saw him remove his hat and run a hand through his hair. Jack looked at me before shouting out to his fellow leader.

"Hey Spot! I see dat ya are still enjoying dat river view of yours."

He diverted his gaze to the three of us approaching him. When he saw a familiar petite frame and long blonde hair I saw his mouth drop open a bit. He used his hand as a visor to block the sun and get a better look. When we neared, the corners of his mouth raised ever so slightly as he fully recognized me.

My heart was now slamming against my ribcage with anticipation. I was only three feet away from the boy who my thoughts had been centered around for so long!

"Jacky-boy, how's it rollin'?" he asked calmly and spit shook with Jack. He nodded at David with a few quick glances my way.

"Much bettah now dat Marty has finally decided to come back and show her pretty little face." He had ta use da word little, didn't he? Spot used this as an excuse to turn his full attention toward me. I saw something flicker in his eyes as they met my dilated hazel ones. I knew then that Jack was right; Spot did still feel something for me. I smiled and blushed like the silly love-struck girl I was. But that wasn't good enough for Spot. He made my blush deepen as he tenderly took hold of my hand and raised it to his lips.

"My, my Marty. You are pretty in pink, as always," he teased as he gently pressed his lips against my fingers.

"And you, Spot, why you are quite the lady charmer, as always," I added with a hint of sarcasm. He let a finger run over my knuckles, so subtly that I was the only one who noticed it, and gave me a look that I could not read. I realized that the knot in my stomach was gone. Spot may know how to make me tick but I was just as comfortable around him as I was Jack. Nothing had changed between us, nothing at all.

"So Kelly, what brings ya to my territory?" he asked Jack, but he kept that same gaze on me for a few extra moments. He had not stopped smiling, but then again neither had I. Oh geez, how obvious can we get here? That look of his always sent a giddy shiver up my spine.

"Just wanted to see how ya have been gettin' along. 'Sides it's been a while since Marty has been to Brooklyn so..."

"Ya it has," Spot interrupted Jack and refocused his attention on me again. I noticed his eyes soften a bit. "Why is that, eh?"

"I had myself quite a challenge this time, if I do say so myself. Guards and a tall wrought iron fence." My pitch became higher from the excitement of telling my story. "You should have seen me, running for my life after climbing over that fence. It was the best adrenaline rush I've had in a long time!" Spot's face broke out in a wide smile that told me he was genuinely amused at my enthusiasm.

"So how long youse got dis time?" He asked, breaking our eye contact momentarily to look at the gold tip on his cane. I could have sworn I heard a hopeful edge in his voice that nobody else appeared to notice.

"About two weeks, give or take a few days. That's how long it typically takes to file a missing person report. Granted it shouldn't be too hard to find me, after all I AM always in the same place..."

"Den lets see to it dat youse is not in the same place dis time."

"What do you mean?" I asked and looked at Jack for a clue, but he returned my look with questioning eyes.

"Well, ya could stay here wid us."

"I dunno about dat Spot. Brooklyn's rough, and, well, youse seen her fight." I rolled my eyes and looked at Spot who was smirking.

"Yeah," Spot chuckled. "But we'll look afta her."

"You boys think you are so tough. I would be fine." Jack looked at me skeptically.

""Ya really think you guys can handle her?" He winked at me.

"I'm sure we can manage." His eyes showed sparks of laughter.

"You've never had to get her outta bed in da morning," Jack contradicted in a knowing tone.

"Don't worry, she'll be up."

"Glad you boys find me so funny. Now do I get a say in this at all or is it just up to you leaders, huh?" But this objection only seemed to amuse them more.

"Alright den Marty, wadda ya think?"

"I think," I paused. What did I think? I know what I think. I think that I love the way he says my name. I think that he is very attractive in many ways. Heck, I think I might even be in love with the guy. I also think I should have just shut my mouth.

"Well..." Jack urged me on. I had to say something or I would risk being seen as an idiot. I did not want to be seen as too eager.

"I think that is a good idea actually." Nice ansah Marty.

"You're sure?" Jack still wasn't convinced.

"Of course I am sure. Am I not a responsible young lady who is perfectly capable of making her own decisions?" I smiled at him victoriously. We both knew that I had just won.

"So how about aftah Medda's party tomorrah night? She could just go home wid ya. If you're going, dat is." Jack offered with a voice of defeat.

"We'll be dere." Spot turned to me. "Marty it will be a pleasure to accommodate ya in our humble facilities." He said with his famously, annoyingly, yet adorable smirk.

"Tomorrow then?" I said my farewell.

"Tomorrah."

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