Newsies One-Shots

Chapter 11 - Spot x Race

Medda is Everyone's Saving Grace
Ship - Sprace
Era - Modern
Triggers - Shouting, crying, homophobia and implied conversion therapy.

Race walked up to Spot with a smile on his face.

"Hey Spottie," he said happily.

Spot looked over at him and rolled his eyes.

"Go away Race," he said in a low voice.

The smile dropped from Race's face. "What did I do?" he asked in confusion.

Spot looked at him with a 'seriously' look on his face.

"What do you mean 'what did I do'? You know what you did," he shouted.

Race opened his mouth to speak but no words would come out of his mouth.

Tears started to well in his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend.

"I don't know Spottie," he said remorsefully. "Please just tell-"

He was cut off by Spot shouting.

"Don't call me that," he demanded.

"I'm sorry but I can't help if I don't know what's wrong." he tried to speak softly but it came out more desperate with all the tears streaming from his face.

Spot looked at him like he had ten heads. "Maybe you should have thought about that before going and telling everyone about us."

"What? I didn't tell anyone. I promised you I wouldn't," he whispered to the shorter boy. "I promised."

Spot shook his head and roughly rubbed the tears starting to form from his face.

"Then how do- why does everyone know?" he asked quietly. "And now they know."

Race lifted his hand up to Spot's face and wiped away the few stray tears that had fallen away with his thumb.

"Who knows?" Race asked slowly.

He really wished he knew what was going on in Spot's head sometimes.

He figured it wasn't any of the Brooklyn boys that he was talking about.

Most of them knew about the couple already and couldn't have cared less about Spot's sexuality.

He knew Spot loved with his parents but he'd never heard much about them, other than that they usually gave him an early curfew.

Spot shook his head and tightly hugged Race.

"They said they'd kick me out if I was gay," he whispered.

At this point Race had caught on to who they were talking about.

"It's okay," he promised the boy. "We can talk to Medda and she'll help you out."

Spot shook his head again and looked Race in the eyes.

"They want to send me away," he told the blonde boy. "They want to send me away so that I'll be fixed and I don't wanna go. I can't live without you."