brooklyn nights

chapter eigtheen

last night;

3rd person POV

Brooklyn

Spot got back to the Brooklyn lodge right after dropping off Joan at the 'hattan lodge. Today would be their last day together which meant that the last thing they'll say to each other would be a goodbye. He got up from his bed, grabbed fresh clothes to put them on, and quickly leave his room. The boys were getting ready to get their papes and go sell them again. It's weird getting up so early again just to walk through the streets and try getting their papes on the man. Spot placed his hat over his hair and slowly made his way towards the group that started forming. "Everyone here?" He looked through the rows to see all their faces. He knew everyone by name which was something not every leader did. Spot knew them well. Their problems and situations. "Good." He slowly walked up to his 'throne' and leaned against the railing, looking down to his boys. "I got somethin to tell you's." He took a deep breath as everyone looked up to him. No one dared to speak a word. Some thought that he would officially claim Harlem. "Tomorrow mornin I'll be leavin for an unknown time. Butterfinger will be takin over charge till I'm back." Mutters went through the crowd till one of them stepped up. "What 'bout Harlem?" Spot looked at him and shrugged. "It's Butters choice what to do from now on. I'll be packin me things tonight." With that, he jumped from his platform one last time. As he looked up to it, he could feel a part of him staying up there to continue watching over the newsies. Butterfinger followed after him into the lodging house. Spot had already gotten an old bag that he could wrap around his shoulder. He wasn't planning on taking too much with him to sea. "Hey, Spot?" He turned around to see his closest friend leaning against the doorframe. "Thank you for the chance. I won't let you down." They smiled at each other before Butter left Spot to pack the last things he had to. It was quiet. Most of the boys were already gone carrying the banner. You could hear muffled voices through the walls, most of them screaming the newest headline. Spot placed the last piece of clothing inside the bag and pulled it over his shoulder. He took one last look behind himself, taking in the smell of his room before he closed the door and locked it with a key, which he placed inside his pocket. Butter stood at the dock, waiting for him.

"I'll be goin." His friend looked up from the water and pulled him into a hug. It wasn't a daily thing they did, so Spot was caught off guard but hugged back as he got used to it. "Watch out for yourself, Spot. You's will do good out there." Butter smiled again before Spit patted his back and looked at the lodge again. "I'll miss you's lot." Before he could hear an answer, Spot walked down the dock, enjoying the sound the wood made under his feet. "Hey!" He turned around to see Butter watching after him. "Where are you's goin?" Spot smiled a little and looked over the water to Manhattan. "Gotta say goodbye to me goil, don't I?" Both of them chuckled a little before Spot made his way to the Brooklyn Bridge, crossing it for the last time.

Manhattan

Joan was getting ready for the day, pulling her hair up into a low ponytail. She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she heard a loud noise from outside her window. She jumped a little before looking to the side just to see Spot Conlon sitting there on the fire escape, his legs hanging inside her room. He had a small grin on his lips as Joan stepped closer, leaning down to him. "Mornin, princess." He gave her a soft kiss before getting inside the room. "Did you talk to 'em?" He rolled his eyes a little before nodding and sitting down on her bed. "Hey, I just made that!" She pushed him off it and stroked over the fabric again, Spot just laughing at her action. He dropped his bag on the floor as he slowly got closer to her. "What are you doin here anyways?" He softly stroked along her jawline. "Spendin my last day with me goirl. What does it look like?" Joan could feel the heath raise on her face as she leaned her head against his chest. "Didn't we do that already last night? Thought you's would like to spend some time with the newsies." Spot pushed her away a little and send her a smile. "I spent me last years with 'em. Only had you for a couple of weeks." Joan had a smile on her lips. He would rather be with her for some hours than with the friends he knew for most of his life. She felt appreciated. She could feel a pair of arms wrap around her waist, pulling her into a hug from behind. Spot laid his head on her shoulder, looking at her. Quickly turning her head, she gazed into his blue eyes. Again they were ocean deep. You cant explain how eyes change. All she knew was, that whenever Spot was mad or annoyed, his eyes turned darker, showing how he felt inside. But right now she could swear she saw a spark in them. They lit up. "Well, let's not waste any second then." The woman placed a kiss on his lips before getting out of the embrace, leaving the warm feeling behind.