My newsie ~ Spot Conlon [newsies fanfic]

8: lunch

"So Spot why'd yous decide to come?" Race asks spot leaning over his shoulder to which he pushes his face away.

"I guess yous can say goily ova here is pretty persuasive" he says smirking at me.

"What?" Mush, Blink, and Jack say turning to Spot.

"Oh calm down boys. He came here didn't he" I say and they all turn back around. I look over my shoulder to see Spot smirking at me. Once he sees me look at him he quickly turns around.

"Lips c'mere" blink says pulling me up from my chair pulling me to the pillar he was standing at before.

"You betta stay away from Spot alright. He's dangerous." He says holding both my hands in his.

"I can't promise ya Blink." He just sighs and pulls me into a hug.

"Ya I knows." He says rubbing my back as Denton walks in. He pulls away from me and leans over the table at what everyone else was trying to see.

"Where's me picta. Where's me picta." Spot says looking over Jacks shoulder.

"All of them words there they all about us?" Boots says sliding into the seat beside Jack.

"Hey look at cha Jack you look like a general." Mush says getting exited.

"Get your fingers off my face." Jack says flicking his hand off the paper.

"Where does it say my name? Where's my name?" Spot asks again.

"Quit thinkin about yourself." Jack says even though he was definitely thinking about himself too.

"You and spot look pretty close there lips." Race says as all of there heads turn towards me.

"I was givin him his hat back. Look for yourself." I say pointing at the paper as they all squirm to see.

"Well you got us on the front page." David says to Denton

"You got yourselfs on the front page. I just gotta make sure you stay there." He says scooping up a piece of cake from his cake plate.

"So what you get your picta in the papes? What does that getcha huh?" Skittery says being in his usual mood.

"Hey whatcha talking about huh?" Mush says shoving his shoulder a bit.

"You've been in a bad mood all day." Jack yells to skittery who disagrees with him.

"You've been glum and dumb." Race says pushing Skitterys face into Mush's.

"What's the matta with you. You're in the papes you're famous. Your famous you get anything you want. That's what's so great about New York." Race says walking around the table.

A pair of new shoes with matchin laces

A permanent box at sheepshead races

A porcelain tub with boilin wata

A Saturday night with Mush's sista

I laugh at him before kissing Blinks cheek to which he dramatically falls off the table into some boys arms then helps me down off the table.

Look at me I'm the king of New York

Suddenly I'm respectable

Staring right atcha lousy with stature

Nobbing with all the mucking mucks

I'm blowing my dough and going deluxe

And there I be ain't I pretty