Chapter 34

It had been a few days after the incident and Spot and I have kept our space, hardly talking or making contact of any sort. I stood in the street, my hat on the ground next to me atop a pile of unsold papers; in my hand I held up about three or four papes, calling out headlines.

A young man came up to me with a smile painted on his fine face. He wore a casual suit and his jet black hair curled down into his face. He held four pennies in his hand, "Two papers, please," he said with a wink.

Despite myself, I blushed and handed him his papes, taking the money out of his hand and putting it in my bag. "Thank ya, sir. Have a lovely day," I said waving with a shy smile as I looked down to my feet.

The man stayed there, stoic, looking at me; calculating me. I looked up, but pretended to move on with my business. "Can you just tell me what such a beautiful young girl, such as yourself," he raised his eyebrows and licked his lips, thinking of what to say next, "Is out in the heat, hawking headlines and wearing pants?" He asked, looking me in the eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked to the side, squinted as the sun invaded my eyes before turning back to him, "Wid all due respect, sir, I hardly think dat's any of yoah business," I said, bending down to pick up my stack of papes to move.

The man put his hand on my back as I bent down and I stood up and looked at him with narrow eyes as I began to walk away. "Wait!" He called after me, causing me to turn on my heel and look at him, "I'm sorry to intrude. You know my mother said I also had a tendency to pry when it's innapropriate," he said to me, shaking his head. I stood there, motionless looking at him in his entirety. I said nothing.

He took a step toward me, taking the papers out of my hands, "Here, let me help you," he said. I was becoming very uncomfortable by now. I bit my lip and walked in step with him, not going anywhere in particular. He looked at me and shook his head, "I'm sorry, I totally forgot to introduce myself. William," he said, shifting the papers in his arms and holding a hand out to me.

I hesitantly took his hand and shook it, "Cro- I mean Sara," I said. He held my hand for an awkward amount of time before I pulled away. Turning the corner I was able to see Spot in the distance; I sighed in relief.

As we neared Spot, William accidently dropped the papers on the floor. "I am so sorry, Sara," he said.

I huffed, but waved it off, bending down to pick it up. As I bent down I felt a light pressure on my hip and a flash of wind running pats me. I lookedup and noticed my coin bag was gone and so was William.

Anger rushed through me as I dropped my papes and ran after him, Spot grabbed my arm and looked at me, "Wheah's da firah?" He asked.

I pointed down the street at the mans retreating figure, "He stole me money, conned me!" I said.

Spot's jaw jutted out and he handed me his papers and coin bag, "Damn pick pockets, watch this!" He said, turning and running in and out of people to catch William.

I turned to look down the street in the opposite direction as I saw a man reach down to my pile of papes and grab one. I growled and ran over to him. "'Scuse me, sir, but dat'll be two cents," I said, putting my foot on the pile, preventing him from lifting taking it.

He looked at me and grunted as he reached in to his pocket and pulled out two cents. I smiled and handed him to paper, "Thank ya, have a nice day."

As I looked back down the road the other way, I saw Spot walking back, my coing bag in his hand and a smile spread across my face.

"Dere ya go," he said, hooking it onto my hip and taking his items back.

"Thanks, Spot," I said to him, bending down to pick my papers off the floor.

"Not a problem, damn pick pockets always running around like dey own da place. If any one is a street rat, it's dem," He said, looking towards the sun before looking back at me, "Gonna have ta get dem outta heah sometime soon. Causing too much trouble in Brooklyn," he said.

I nodded and followed his gaze over to a bread cart. He turned back to me, "C'mon, let's get something ta eat, I'm starvin'," he said.

I followed him, walking in step with each other, we made our way to the cart. The vender growled at us and began to wave us away, "Out, shoo," he said.

Spot scowled and pulled out his bag of coins, and I pulled out mine. "We were gonna pay," he said shaking the money in his bag, "But, I guess we'll just have ta take two on da house," he said, reaching forward and grabbing two loafs of French bread and grabbing my arm, running full speed away.

I began to slow down, my breath getting caught in my throat and my legs throbbing. We stopped, and looking at Spot, he looked as though he hadn't even run at all. I furrowed my brows in confusion, "How come I don' heah da bulls?"

Spot shrugged, "Crime is high in Brooklyn, bread thieves ain't exactly top priority," he told me with a shrug. He handed me the bread and we walked in silence towards the docks.

The salty air invaded my nostrils and my hair blew in the slight breeze; the silence was not awkward, nor was it dense, it was... nice.

No one was at the docks, for many of the newsies were still selling, others at lunch or out with their friends.

I looked out to the sail boats in the distance, bobbing back and forth, up and down. It was a beautiful sight; that and the back drop of Manhattan. Spot sat atop his throne of crates and I looked up to him before turning back to the water and sitting at the docks edge, the bottom of my boots skimming the water.

This moment, now, was the nicest and most peaceful moment I've had since I became a newsie.

I looked up to Spot to see him leaning his elbows on his knees, his gaze out to the water; he was fingering the key necklace and for a second, my heart pinched.

I turned back to the water and sighed. The sun was high in the sky and I came upon a realization; my life was not nearly over, nor was my chance with Spot; in fact it had only just begun. As the sun rose higher, so did my spirit; and overall, so did my heart.

I heard the sound of feet hitting the wood and didn't bother to look back, for I knew it was Spot. He came and sat down next to me.

"I realized something now, Cross," he said, looking out to the bobbing boats, "I can't keep lookin on da past," he said. I looked to him and nodded, not exactly sure what he was saying. "Cross, I know I'se been hard on you'se, and foah da longest time, I did nothin' about it," he said.

I furrowed my brows and leaned back a little bit, "Whatta ya gettin' at Spot?"

He sighed and looked to me, "It's been a year and a half since Snow," he said, fingering the necklace, "And I feel it's time ta move on, look at da future instead of da past," he said.

My heart fluttered and my stomach clenched, "Spot..."

"Sara, what I'se is tryin' ta spit out is, well. Hold on a sec," he paused before taking the necklace off and holding it with both hands. He put it over my head and smiled. He grabbed the key that was rested against my chest, "That key is now yoah's, use it wisely because it belongs to something very important ta me," he said in a soft voice, his warm blue eyes looking straight into mine; he moved his face closer to mine so our noses touched, "It belongs ta my heart," he whispered before he leaned in and caught me in a slow, soft kiss.

As we kissed, I fingered the key on my neck and a smile formed on my lips; I felt as though I was falling in love all over again. I have aquired a case of Brooklyn Fever.

End of Story!

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