First off i'm sorry i haven't been updating been so busy lately that it was last on my list
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Races POV
Literally every time I see Spot I want to go talk to him but if I do I might tell him I like him which would be a problem because he is the king of brooklyn. He would also kill me. I have no problem with being a queer and my friends Jack, Mush, Blink, and Crutchie and now that I think about it almost all newsies are fine with queer people, like seriously half of us are queer. The problem is 1899 and I would be arrested or beaten. Seriously i need to go to sleep i think to myself when i look up at the clock on the wall. It reads 4 AM.
NEXT MORNING
I grab a shirt and quickly fix my hair. I slept in again. I usually wake up earlier. I am a morning person but lately all i can think about is god damn spot conlon. I can't even tell anyone about it because Jack would try and get something up because he thinks he is a matchmaker. Which he is not. My thoughts get cut short because there is a loud commotion coming from the circulation counter.
When i get there someone is yelling i can't understand it till i get over there.
"Look at this Jack, they can't do this to us" mush says very loudly, it is clear that he is very upset at whatever is going on.
"they can do whatever the hell they want, it's their damn paper" Blink responds he doesn't seem to be happy about what is going on either.
"what is going on" I ask once the confusion gets the best of me.
"They jacked up the price of the paper, that's what's going on" Jack tells me.
Every newsie around us is upset and it gets very loud very quickly. "Okay," Jack yells over everyone, "No one sells papes tell ise says we sell papes"
"you mean like a strike?" Davey asks
"yeah like a strike"
"We can't do that Jack, we dont got a union to protect us" David is getting this worried look on his face.
"Were a union if wes say wes a union"
"Nope, we are just a bunch of angry kids with no money, if we do this jack we are going to be just like the trolley workers."
Jack's eyes light up and cause him to start back up again. "yeah davey's right we gotta make em listen if they don't listen we bust their heads just like the trolley workers."
"If we do that we are going to get a bad name" David is trying to reason with Jack but he doesn't know that once Jack starts something he doesn't stop.
"Okay everybody we need every newsie in New York so that means going to the leaders of the other boroughs. Now Snipeshooter, Bumlets and Stitches you take the Bronx. And uhh Pony, Skittery and Two-bit you take Queens. Blink, Mush and david you take Staten island. Now who wants brooklyn?"
No one responds to the last question.
"what that matter with all of you, You afraid of Brooklyn or something" Jack asks
"no we ain't afraid of brooklyn cowboy. Spot conlon just makes us a little nervous." Boots replies.
"Well i ain't scared if brooklyn and neither is Race and Ace so they are coming with me"
Why in the hell would Jack say my name? I don't want to go to talk to Spot conlon. I don't even know what else is being said because I'm too busy worrying my ass off. I need to talk to Jack, maybe he will let me stay in manhattan.
"Jack, I need to talk to you," I say in a quiet voice.
"what is race"
I start talking a mile a minute and he can't even understand me.
"Slow down race and tell me what the matter is"
I breathe in for a second and then I start, "I have a crush on spot conlon and lately i've accidentally been staring at him and he caught me and I ran away because he tried to come over to me. Please let me stay here"
Jack starts to laugh, "you have a crush on spot. Oh god race now you gotta come with me."
Shit
Once we get halfway across the brooklyn bridge i try and make a run for it but I trip. Jack literally picked me up and wont let me leave.
About 20 minutes passes
"Seriesly jack i won't run again i promise"
"i don't believe you"
Ace is laughing because Jack told him what is going on and I guess I'm the only one who does not find this funny.
ME and Jack are again the whole way to Brooklyn. I'm about to say something but I hear a voice behind me and that's when Jack finally puts me down.
"Why was Jackie boy carrying you over his shoulder like that" spot asks but he has a smirk on his face and i can tell he was making fun of me.
I'm not going to let him win this one so i say, "That's for me to know and for you not yo find out spottie."
His face changes and he says, "don't ever call me spottie you got that."
I start laughing now and I tell him, "Whatever you say, Semi."
He only glares and says to Jack, "i've been hearing little birdes from queens, the Bronx and from the island,you know all over that jackie boys newsies are playing like they going on strike. That true kelly?"
"yeah it is spot and we aint playing."
"Sure you ain't and how am i gonna believe that"
"because I'm telling you spot."
"Well that ain't good enough Jackie boy. How do I know that you idiots ain't gonna run when someone swings a club at your head."
"Just believe me spot we need you. You are the key to strike if you don't go on strike no one else will. They are all waiting for what you are gonna say. they say that without brooklyn that we don't stand a chance."
"You got one thing right you guys are nothing without brooklyn. But we aint helping till you prove that this ain't just a game.Now get the hell out of here before I soak ya."
That is when we all take off running the whole way back to Manhattan.
BACK AT THE LODGING HOUSE
Jack and Ace are making fun of me again for having a crush on spot conlon. I flip them off and sit down to play a few rounds of poker then I turn in for the night.
When im laying there i cant get him out of my head. His stupid little smirk and his eyes, this was the first time I actually saw what they looked like up close. They were beautiful like the wildest storm in the middle of the ocean and I couldn't seem to look away. I could of drowned under his gaze. And I don't think I would have minded. God, I'm screwed.
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Honestly this is the most I wrote in a while. I hope you all like it and again I'm sorry about how long it took to update again. Have a great time zone.
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Dancing In The Dark (A sprace story)
FanficSpot and Race have never met. Race has seen the Mighty king of Brooklyn around and Spot always sees Race staring at him. Race cannot tell spot why. Like. Ever. But, that all changes during the strike.
