Spot Conlon is the most feared and respected newsy in New York. He was tough, cold-hearted, calculating. That's the way it has to be if he wanted to stay on top. Brooklyn wasn't a place where a guy could slack off or let his guard down. It was cold and cruel.
Manhattan was a different story entirely. Everyone seemed to get along. No one seemed to be singled out by their major differences while in Brooklyn, you were often teased for them. They were apart of that person. It would be wrong to ask them to change.
At first Spot thought they were idiots. Getting chummy with one another. Now he preferred it there and would often make the long trek across the Brooklyn Bridge to talk with the Manhattan newsies. He never went alone, of course. Racetrack would walk with him. In fact, Racetrack seemed to be the reason he started visiting in the first place.
Racetrack Higgins had been a Brooklyn newsy. A couple of years ago he had moved to Manhattan, but he still sold at Sheepshead Bay. They had a strange agreement Race and Spot. Spot let him sell at Sheepshead and Race would make sure word didn't get out of how soft he was outside of his territory. It was important he stayed on top after all the hard work it took to get there.
Spot was always interested in Racetrack. With his impish features and snide remarks. They made the perfect team. Spot would often take things too far while Race knew when to stop. He wasn't always so calm there. Had it not been for Racetrack he could have ruined the partnership between Brooklyn and 'Hattan on many occasions.
Racetrack would visit him sometimes. They would sit on the peer and smoke or just toss pebbles or talk. That's just how it was. They were good friends. Friends.
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Rooftops are for Lovers (Newsies)
FanfictionOne-shot and drabbles about our favorite singing-dancing newsboys. Mostly slash. You have been warned