Dancing In The Dark (A sprace story)

I don't mean to stare

(Races POV)

Jack wakes us up at the ass-crack of dawn today. Like the day before and the day before that. I reach over to the cup on my nightstand. Its empty. Really a great start to this amazing day. Not. 

"Give me that, ya thief" I yell. I lunge towards snipe shooter but, he dodges and i fall of my bed.

"Amazing Job race, youse keep fallin' loke that you have a gimp leg like crutchie." Snipe Shooter taunts. 

I reach for it again and finally I grab it. Ha loser I think to myself. I settle back in bed and put my head under my pillow. God the sun is bright. Suddenly Jack grabs my pillow and throws it across the room.  Hitting mush in the face.  Blink looks like he is about to kill Jack.  And if Blink tried he probably could. He is one of the best fighters after all next to the Mighty King o' Brooklyn. Spot. Spot Conlon is the most feared and respected newsie of all of New York. When i sell at the races sometimes i see him. Looking all cu- my train of thought ends because jack is yelling at me to get up. 

I groan pulling myself up out of bed. I seriously hate mornings. I grab a shirt and throw it on. I'm almost out the door but i stop because jack grabs me and says, "Headlines don't sell papes Race"

"Newsies sell papes, ise know" I respond in the bitchiest tone i can come up with.

"Great" 

We both walk out the door. A few minutes later the circulation bell rings. We all run up to get our papes to sell for the day. Weasel is their sittin in a chair lookin all smug. The delancey brothers are counting papes but, probably not counting right though. You see, Oscar can't count to 20 with his shoes on. And Morris well lets just say he is a lost cause. I get my usual 100 papes. I start going through the newspaper, seeing what the stories are so far they all are shit.

Baby born with 2 heads; must be from Brooklyn

Small trash fire on Ellis Island scares a few seagulls; great that will sell wonderfully

Mayors son breaks toy train so meeting gets postponed; What the fuck

I would have kept reading but i heard Oscar and Jack fighting. Theirs a new kid about 16 and he's got some kid hanging on to him like a lost puppy who is probably 8 or 9. This kid is arguing with Oscar about how he did not get the amount of papes he paid for. He said he got 19 instead if 20. Jack grabs a coin from his pocket and slams it down on the counter and gets this kid 100 more papes. The kid who I found out name is David, tries to give him his papes back. Jack refuses and makes a suggestion.  Jack suggests that he, david, and les (davids little brother) all sell together and split profit 60/40 which is fair.  David tries to argue but gives in. 

I start making my way to Brooklyn . You need permission to sell on someone else's turf. The king before spot let me sell only at the races and i guess spot did not care about what i did unless it hurt his newsies. When i got to the races i saw him. He was walking by the place. He has a stack of papes, a hat on, and his red suspenders the ones he wears every day paired with a flannel. His hair is my favorite though, Its a dirty blonde color and it looks soft. I want to touch it. Sometimes I catch myself staring at his lips. I don't know why though. Oh who am i kidding of course i know why.  He honestly does not look scary. The kid is kind of  adorable. What no he is not adorable stop thinking this race he does not like you back. He is straight. I need to stop staring. I don't even want to though.

After a few hours of selling im done. I start making my way back to Manhattan but when im about to cross the bridge i see spot again. Again I can't stop staring. He looks right at me and starts walking over to me. Before i can think about it i turn my back and run the whole way back to Manhattan.  When im their we start plating cards and gambling till its time to go to bed. When i lay down all i can think about is him.

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Omg i can not belive i wrote this much in one night. As you can see  their are some grammar problems. Im not the best writer but i enjoy it. Also yes i know its a little cheesy sorryyy (not really tho). Pls leave a comment if you do read this.