Brooklyn Bridge

Chapter 1 Race P.O.V. Why do I feel This Way?

"Jack why's do I have ta come?" Race questions. "Because Racer, your my second which means you have ta come ta meetings and that includes Brooklyn." It's not that Race didn't like Brooklyn, he loved Brooklyn, he even sold his papers in Brooklyn, but the leader of Brooklyn terrified him in many ways. He was terrified of Spot physically and romantically. Race had seen Spot a few times and saw him during the strike, Race had fallen hard for this Brooklyn boy, but so many things could go wrong if Spot or anyone else found out about it.

"Well if it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick." Race looked up to see a boy with red suspenders, a grey Newsie cap, a string of leather tied as a necklace with a key hanging from it, and of course the famous pimp cane. Spot Conlon. Spot jumped down from his crate thrown and him and Jack spit shook. "Ace, Hotshot, get ova ere." Ace and Hotshot walked over. "Jacky boy these are me boys, me second Ace, and me third Hotshot." Spot introduced. Race has always been a very observant boy, he noticed how tall Ace was, how he had freckles all over his face, and how he has brown swoopy hair. He noticed that Hotshot had bright green eyes, how muscular he is, and how his hair is black, straight, and looks kinda greasy. Race thought that they both where pretty cute. He then mentally slapped himself. Stop it Racetrack, their boys, your supposed to like girls, you NEED to like girls. 

Just then Race lost his train of thought, " Spot this is me second Racetrack Higgins." Jack said. Well thanks a lot Jack now i have to talk to him. Sometimes I hate my brother."So your the gambler that's been selling on me turf? Spot asked, but to Race he sounded annoyed. I..I..I..I'm sorry. I won't sell on y..y..your t..t..tt..turf anymore."Race said stuttering a lot. Race hated when he stuttered, it made him sound like a baby. "Ya know what Higgins, we's can talk bout this lata, right now's we's got's a meetin." Spot said, forgetting all about the stuttering. 

The meetin went on for what felt like forever. Race and Hotshot got along pretty well, they played cards, and only because Hotshot wanted to, talked about girls. That last part was hard for Race, because he fully knew that he doesn't like girls and he never will, it's something that will never change.

Just as Jack and Race were about to leave Race dropped his hat, and Spot Conlon being Spot Conlon picked it up and observed it. "Umm Spot may I please have me hat back?" Race questioned nervously. " Nah, I like this hat, I think I'll keep it till you can steal it back from me." Spot said with a smirk on his face. "Oh okay, b..b..b..bye Spot." Race really didn't want Spot ot keep that hat, but he didn't think he'd be able to steal it and Race didn't want to fight Spot, so Race is just going to have to live without the hat.

Race finally caught up to Jack. "Now that wasn't so bad know was it?" Jack asked. Race wanted to say oh yea it was just great Jack! I sat there very uncomfortably trying not to stare at Spot, and then he took my hat! Oh yea it was just great! But Race didn't say that he instead said "Yea it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." Which is true, it was much worse.

Nobody questioned where Race's hat went. But Race wanted it back. Everyone was finally in bed. Race was deep in thought. I'm going to get me hat back tonight, I can do this, just sneak outta here, and sneak in the Brooklyn lodging house then sneak back in here before Kloppman comes to wake us up.

Race snuck outta bed, grabbed a shirt and pants and was on his way to Brooklyn, to get his hat. He just prayed he didn't get caught by anyone, especially Spot Conlon.