Yeah!! I actually had a dream about this part... otherwise I probably wouldn't have included Lucy. All characters that you don't recognize, are mine.

I don't own the real Newsies. :'(

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Ellie didn't move. "A trip?" she said quietly. "I… I don't know if… Spot…"

"We's going 'cuz I says we's going, got that?" Spot said firmly. He stood up abruptly, grabbed her wrist and heaved her off the bed.

Ellie struggled to steady herself. Not two seconds after she had her balance, Spot started to drag her to the door.

"WAIT!!! Stop!! I need to get clean first! Spot, you let go of me this instant!" she yelled.

Spot let go, and Ellie, who was still resisting his pull, fell down right on her bruised tailbone. Spot gave Ellie a smirk. A gorgeous smirk had you asked Ellie. She shook her head. She couldn't believe she was already trying to fancy this jerk

"Hurry up, then." He smiled.

Ellie picked herself up. As she took her first step, her torn up boot caught her torn up dress, and Ellie went screaming. Sprawled on the floor, hair all askew, Spot let out a hearty, belly laugh.

"Smooth one, eh?" He said jokingly.

Muttering, Ellie picked herself up slowly and walked tall toward the washroom. She slammed the door behind her. She heard hard laughter outside. Whipping around to the mirror she noticed, there were clothes blocking her way, and there was no mirror. She was in a closet. Groaning and blushing, she slowly opened and walked proudly out.

"Da washrooms downstairs, toots." Spot said between laughs.

"Lets just go" she muttered.


Walking slowly down the stairs, Ellie tried to hide her embarrassment. She probably looked a mess. At least she had combed her hair before bed.

The first whistle came when she was about halfway down. Red rushed to her cheeks, her palms quickly turning clammy. More whistles.

"Spot..." she whispered. Her voice cracked, warning for future tears.

"Stop it, boys. China, you hear me? I's will soak all of ya, if you whistle one more time. You's upsetting her." Spot said harshly.

The room went quiet. Spot had never actually cared about any of his girls. In fact, he usually encouraged whistling at them. A few boys moved uncomfortably in their seats, others had looks of pure shock plastered on their rough faces.

Ellie continued slowly down the stairs, and headed straight for the door, out to the bright sun, and a dangerous Brooklyn. Spot grabbed her wrist.

"Hey, we's not leavin yet, girlie." He said. "We haven't formally introduced ourselves."

Ellie turned around to face the rough boys that taunted her earlier. Letting out a sigh, she followed Spot.

"This here's Ellie." he said, pointing to Ellie. He shot her a look that said to stay quiet. "She's gonna stay with us for a while."

Spot then proceeded to introduce all of his newsies, and Ellie promptly forgot all their names, except for the first few. Needles was her caretaker, was twenty years old, and apparently the doctor of the Brooklyn newsies, Plucky was a tiny boy of maybe ten years, who gave her a very cute smile. China was an Asian boy who whistled at her earlier.

"Well, you ready to go, Ellie?" Spot said. She nodded slowly.


The bright sun pierced Ellie's eyes, causing her to sneeze several times.

"Bless you" Spot said. He walked quickly, heading toward the docks. Ellie struggled to keep up.

"Thank you for helping me... on the stairs." she said quietly.

Spot continued walking. He turned to a small house, with cute shutters. He knocked on the door sharply. Waiting a minute or two, he rapped harder.

"Luce, if you don't open up this door right now, I's gonna tell Needles all about your little crush on him." Spot yelled through the door.

Not two seconds had passed when the door whipped open. A girl of maybe twenty stood there, molten blue eyes stared at Spot. She quickly looked up and met Ellie's eyes. Those eyes were exactly the same as...

"Ellie, this is my sister, Lucy" Spot said. "She gots me outta that orphanage not long after you's left."

That was the first time either of them had mentioned the orphanage. It felt as if Robert had just punched her in the stomach.

"I... oh... um... hello, uh... Lucy" she stammered.

"Hey sweetheart." Lucy smiled.

"Luce, Ellie needs some clothes. She only has this one dress, and its gettin real dirty like." Spot said

"Well come on in, hon." Lucy said, gesturing toward her open door. She led them to an empty room. She came up the large double doors in the room, and swung them open. Clothes, spilled out of the closet. Dresses littered the whole floor of the closet. More dresses than Ellie had ever seen.

"Spot, git out! She can't very well change in front of you!" Lucy said, waving him off. Spot backed out with hands up. Lucy slammed the door in his face.

"Sorry bout him, sweetie. He's never brought a girl over before. You's must be special" She said, probably to herself. Ellie blushed.

"Well what size are you?" Lucy smiled.

"I'm... I'm not sure." she stuttered. How embarrassing.

"Well... thats okay. We'll just try everything! This here, is my overflow. I don't wear these often." Lucy giggled.

An hour had passed of trying on the tremendous dresses. Ellie now had eight dresses to choose from, including the new green one she had on, ten new ribbons, and her hair had been done. A sharp rap at the door startled them.

"You done yet? How long it take to get a damn dress?" Spot yelled impatiently.

They giggled. Yanking the door open, Lucy walked out, and Ellie followed. Spot let out a low whistle. Lucy slugged him in the arm.

"Spot!! Don't you dare..." she yelled.

Ellie giggled. Spot blushed. Spot Conlon had never blushed before. He had only been embarrassed once before. Blushing was foreign to Spot Conlon.

"Lets go. We's gotta a lot to do today." he muttered.


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