We sold all of our papes and headed to the harbor where the rest of the newsies waited.
"alright boys pay attention!"
Spot called to all the boys.
"this here is muffin. She's ganna be hanging out with us. But don't worry fellas she aint here free. Shell be carrying the banner with us!"
The boys all looked around nervously
A girl newsie. I so should have seen this awkward crap coming.
Murmurs arose from the crowd of boys. A large boy yelled something. It was muscles the boy from earlier.
"I don't know boss. She's a GIRL. Can she even use a slingshot? How do we know she's BROOKLYN material?"
More yells followed that.
"where you from?"
Spot asked me looking deep into my eyes completely fearless of the random accusations coming from the crowd. Oblivious to the staring face's.
"it don't matter. Im here now aint I?"
Spot looked at me frustrated.
"answer me damnit. Where you from?"
"spot…im from nowhere ok? It just don't matter im HERE now."
"fine"
Whoa hadn't seen him giving up that easy.
He looked to the crowd of restless boys.
"you all sold good today. Imma show girlie here where her room is"
I should have just told him my name.
As if having all the guys watch with raised eyebrows as spot dragged me out of the harbor wasn't bad enough one of the handsome smaller guys smiled at me on our way out .
Once back at the lodging house spot took me up to the top floor and we walked to the end of the hallway in silence.
"my boys don't need NO distractions" he said finally stopping in front of a simple wooden door with the numbers 69 hanging off the front.
"is that suppose to be some sort of stupid joke?" I said pointing at the suggestive numbers.
"look this is all we got for you ok? No one ever sleeps in here on account of it being so close to my room."
Spot opened the door to a small room with a tiny bed in the corner and a table set up in front of a window.
spot scratched his head and adjusted his suspenders. For a second we stood in silence.
"well uh im going to the docks"
Before I could say anything he had left. This left me some time to be with myself and just think for a while. I had a place to stay and a steady job. Spot was kind of annoying in a really cute stubborn way. He seemed like the sort of guy I would want to be around. Not that I even want to be around any guys at the moment.
Thinking about spot made me think about Manhattan. How everybody walked around relaxed and just seemed to be enjoying things. Even the newsies were more laid back. I thought about the one kid with the crutch who talked to me for 20 minutes till I bought 3 of his papes. I thought about the short cute one who said he was seven. He coughed and wheezed until I bought a pape. I didn't even believe his act. I thought about…
"I love you muffin! I really do! I just…I just needed some space and some time."
"so you screw me over by sleeping with ALICE?"
"she was nothing to me baby! I promise" he grabbed my arm and tried to kiss my neck. Trying to stop the fight and get on with something I wasn't going to let happen again.
"don't touch me. don't touch me ever. Again."
I guess he didn't like to be told no.
I snapped out of my daydream to the same boy who had smiled at me at the docks standing in my doorway.
He looked me up and down in silence for a while. I was suddenly feeling very conscious of the tight dress I was wearing
"can I help you?" I said after his staring became to much. His eyes were burning me from head to toe. I hated to be looked at like that. Like…he owned me.
"you aint from here. I know you aint. I know every girl in this city. I been with most of 'em."
He looked at me hard once more.
"you DEFINETLY aint from around here." he strolled over to me and looked straight at my eyes.
It wasn't hard to believe he had experience with girls. He had a perfect oval face with big green eyes and lashes that swept his cheeks when he blinked. His head was topped with long straight blond hair that fell over his forehead and almost covered his eyes but you could still see them gleaming . He had an average height but his arms glistened all the right ways. I almost reached out to touch his perfect chest.
He handed me a slingshot.
"you ganna need this if your ganna be working out here in Brooklyn you gatta have the right tools. First off. You need a hat. The heat is horrible out there." he swiped the one off his head and handed it to me.
"I gots more. Second you gatta learn how to use that" he pointed at the slingshot in my hand
"every Brooklyn kid needs to use one. Third you gatta toughen up. I know yous a girlie and all but can you look like a girl and still be able to fight?" he started to come even closer as he fiddled with the strands of fabric on my dress
"oh and uh one more thing. You gatta learn to not get so attracted to us newsies. Were uh...quite enchanting." with that he walked back to my door frame.
"oh yea, And the names pockets." he threw my wallet back at me with a wink. A pick pocket.
I obviously have some adjusting to do.
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tehe so theres a new chapter. review please ^_^