Alrighty Chapter 4! Looks like I'm not procrastinating a lot, like the last time a tried to write a story! Well, this one's a whole lot of fun to write, so I plan on continuing.

Disclaimer: Alright, you know the drill, I don't own any of the OC's mentioned in the previous chapter, and I don't own either newsies or the wonderful Outsiders. Don't kill.

Darry paid for the pizza, and put it on the counter in the kitchen. All of the boys grabbing a slice and going back to the living room. Spot couldn't believe they wouldn't eat in the kitchen together. Did his grandsons ever eat together? He remembered when the old lodge owner had made him, along with the other newsies eat together in the main hall, where Trash, Toothpick, and Stranger had put a bunch of tables, whether it be a pool table or even a coffee table, together and had it set, while the owner of the lodge made a nice dinner. He even made sure what girl newsies Brooklyn had at the moment wore dresses, and the boys dressed in their nicest.

"Do I have to wear this?" a young, six year old Spot had groaned. Trash nodded, straightening out his own clothes. They both were looking nice, along with all the other boys, now they just had to wait for the girls at the bottom of the stairs. Trash's girl was finishing up the little girls. Looking over, Spot looked at Soldier, who seemed totally calm. It disgusted him. How could he handle having to wait like this? Girls were gross anyway! But, he watched as Trash's girl, Velvet, walked down with the other girls, her long black hair curled in ringlets, wearing a nice, off white dress. She smiled at the boys.

"Boys, meet the girls," Velvet said while Trash moved his arm and snaked it around Velvet's waist, kissing the top of her head. All the younger children looked away, a chorus of 'ews' and 'gross' were heard, causing the couple to laugh.

"Hi Spot, hey Soldier," Doll, known as Johanna back then, said. She was wearing a dress that belonged to Velvet's niece, but it fit nicely. It was dark blue, and Velvet had put her hair in a ballerina's bun. Soldier smiled at his sister, while Spot nodded.

"Hey Johanna," they said together, and the trio walked over to the tables, sitting down. That was the first time any of the Brooklyn newsies had sat together for a meal.

After Spot grabbed his slice of pizza, much to his grandchildren's surprise, he sat at the kitchen table, and ate his pizza silently. Surprisingly, Johnny was the first to get up, grab another slice, and sit at the table with the old man. Spot nodded at him, as if saying, 'glad to know someone else knows that it's nice to be gathered with people at a table then on some couches while eating a meal.' And since Johnny had gone, Dally and Ponyboy came and sat at the table.

Not wanting to look like idiots, Steve, Sodapop and Two-Bit joined them, each grabbing whatever chair they could find and putting it at the table. Finally Darry grabbed a chair and sat with them. "So Spot," Johnny said, looking at his pizza while eating, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Only on accident."

"How long were you a leader?" Dally asked, grabbing his third slice of pizza.

"I'se was leader for five years, then I'se passed the leadership down to the next person," Spot took a bite of his pizza. If it was food, he would eat it. Never in his life had he been a picky eater. If he had been a picky eater, he would have never survived in the mean streets of Brooklyn. You ate what you could there.

"…..were you ever part of the Mafia?" Two-Bit asked goofily. Well Spot had killed someone and had a boat load of respect, he had to be part of the mob!

"Who the hell told you that bulls**t?" Spot replied, "I'm Irish, I'd only be part of the Irish Mafia, and I'se never wanted to part of that kind of deal." He never wanted to join that. All he had wanted was to keep his family safe, and getting involved in crime hadn't been the answer. Keeping them safe meant Doll and he had to keep a low profile, and try to not get in trouble. They ate in silence for a while, until Sodapop asked a question on all of the Curtis's minds.

"Spot, how come our mom never talked about you or grandma?" Spot went stopped eating, holding the pizza slice in the air. He sighed.

"Your mother lived in an apartment with your grandmother and I lived paycheck, to paycheck. You'se would be ashamed to, if your parents both had criminal records, and were living in a crummy apartment. That's why she left New York , and came here to Tulsa. That is why she didn't talk 'bout Doll and I." Spot went back to eating, but for the rest of the meal, it was quiet. No one knew what to say. So that was why their mother never talked about her parents. She didn't want her children to know that even before, she had never lived in a truly, nice house without having to work hard to keep it.

"It's a curse," Spot mused, "All Conlon's have bad money luck. No one can change it, and if I could, I'd never change it anyway." Everyone at the table wondered why. Darry was sure that anyone would change that. But the more he thought about it, he looked around the table. If they had been rich, the gang would have never been brought together. He nodded in agreement at what Spot had said. The old man was wize, and he was looking forward to having this man around the house. Ponyboy and Sodapop could learn a thing or two from him.