Sweetie and Doll Face

disclaimer ~ So yeah, Newsies, i do not own them. Flame is the only original character in this story

"Come on Flame! You're gonna make us late!" Spot called up the stairs. Flame came down the stairs, and Spot immediately noticed she had not fully buttoned her shirt.

"You gonna finish putting your shirt on?" he spat at her

"It is on actually." She spat back at him before pushing past him and heading out the door.

Flame honestly didn't understand why Spot cared so much about what she wore. He was always parading his 'conquests' around the lodging house, much a lot worse than not having the top two buttons on their shirt closed. It was such a double standard, he was always chasing after easy girls that flaunted their body, why did it matter if she wanted to show herself off a bit? It's her body, and it's not like she was his girl or anything, why was it his concern?

As if Spot thought that night was bad already, the second they got to the lodging house, Flame threw herself at Race and planted a very deep kiss on his lips. He also noticed that Kid Blink looked very uncomfortable, even having to get up and leave the room.

That's what pissed Spot off the most, Flame didn't even seem to care about the affect she had on everyone. She threw herself at all of the Manhattan boys, got bored, and then moved on to the next. She didn't even consider how uncomfortable she was making all of them; either that or she was doing it on purpose. Yes, he admitted that he had been with more than his fare share of girls, but he didn't get with a girl and then go for her friend. That would just be cruel; he had even turned down a girl once because she was friends with an ex of his. And then here was Flame, only getting with boys from one lodging house and making them all feel awkward. He didn't quite understand why it made him so mad all the time, it's not like she's sleeping around with the Brooklyn boys. If anything it was better that she stayed away from all of them. But still, something inside him made him so incredibly angry when he saw this happening.

As the night wore on, the boys slowly lost their interest in the poker game. Eventually the only people actually playing were Spot, Racetrack, and Flame. It was pretty clear that Spot was getting no attention from the other two. Race was too focused on staring at Flame's chest, which she was obviously trying to stick out. And, he supposed he really couldn't comment though, he was looking too. Wait…why was he looking?

'It's not like she has a disgusting chest' the voice inside Spot's head said 'And I mean, she's the one putting it out there….'

"Spot!" an aggravated voice called, removing him from his thoughts "You in?"

Spot raised his eyes to meet those of a very unhappy Flame, impatiently awaiting his answer. "Um..no. I fold" he said, dropping his cards and getting up from the table.

"Hey Sweetie" he heard her call after him, venom dripping from her voice

"Yeah?"

"Next time, keep your eyes to yourself. Maybe you'll do better in the game."

He could feel his cheeks turning red. Without looking back, Spot pushed past the other boys to go outside, offering only "I need a smoke" as an answer to anyone who tried to talk to him.

Once outside, Spot lit his cigarette and leaned against the brick wall. Closing his eyes and inhaling the smoke, he tried to sort out his thoughts.

'Why do you care so much? She's the one going around flaunting her body. If she wants to act like that, it's not your problem!' his inner voice shouted at him.

"I don't know" he replied out loud "But she doesn't have to do it in front of me like that."

'How do you know she's doing it for your benefit?' he questioned himself 'She's trying to get under your skin, you can't let her get to you. She wants to play like that? Well, two can play that game.'

Straightening his cap, and dropping his cigarette, he took a deep breath. Finally calming himself, he stomped out his cigarette and marched back into the lodging house.

"Alright Brooklyn!" he called "We're done, let's go!"

With a collective groan, the Brooklyn newsies slowly began getting up. Well, all of them except for Flame. She was too busy with Racetrack.

" Come on! Off your lazy butts, let's get moving!" Spot continued to yell as he walked around the lodging house, until he was standing directly behind Flame. "That means you too."

Flame turned to face him, anger and defiance flashing in her eyes "I don't feel like going" she stated, daring him to argue "It's too early"

"Well, fine then" Spot replied, leaning down to her eye level "You can walk home alone. And I expect you to be up bright and early tomorrow hawking headlines."

"Sure thing Sweetie."

And with that, Spot stood up and walked away. But Flame wasn't concerned; he pulled stuff like this all the time. He'd walk away, wait by the door for five minutes, and then come back and ask her to leave again.

"I'm leaving. Goodbye." He called over his shoulder.

"Yeah, ok." She called back "Whatever you say Sweetie."

"See you in the morning Doll Face"

Flame whipped around "What did you just call me?" she asked, looking about ready to tackle him. But Spot didn't reply; he strolled right on out of lodging house, smiling triumphantly to himself, and didn't even look back.

Race scooted his chair close to Flame "You know" he said, snaking his arms around her waist "if you want to spend the night here, there's plenty of room in my bed."

Jack came up behind them and yanked Race's chair back, tipping him on to the ground. "Not while you're sharing a bunk with us there isn't!" Jack yelled at him.
This of course caused much mayhem amongst the Manhattan newsboys. Flame normally would have joined in on the jokes, but she didn't even seem to notice, her full attention was focused on the doorway. He had walked away, left her alone.

Jack, noticing her distraction, pulled himself away from the ruckus and approached her. "You ok there?" he asked.

"Um, yeah I" she tried to reply "I should probably go. He…he was right. I should um…yeah I should go."

"That's a good idea. Do you want someone to go with you?"

"No, I'm fine."

"It's so weird, I didn't think he would actually leave this time."

Yeah. Neither did she.

A/N ~ so you like it so far? What are your thoughts? I hope you're enjoying it. Reviews are much appreciated, thanks(: