Dancing In The Dark (A sprace story)

Who knows sometimes things just come out of spots mouth

SPOTS POV

Yesterday jack kelly and his friends showed up to brooklyn. They said they were going on strike. I knew that already im the king of brooklyn i know everything about everyone except for one person. that is racetrack. Yeah he sells in brooklyn but ive never talked to him and i've tried to but he runs away. Part of me is glad that he runs away because I have no idea what to say to him one on one. I've never really been good at that. I'm pretty awkward when it comes to trying to be friends with someone for letting someone get close to me. Especially if that someone is extremely hot. No not again im going to lock those damn thoughts up and put them in a chest and send them all the way down to the fucking mariana trench. I swear to god if this gets out it going to kill me. Because im not queer and I don't need anymore rumors.

After an hour or two of selling papers one of my birds, Scribbles, tells me that something going on in manhattan and that he heard it from one of the delancey brothers and that the newsie down there are going to get soaked. There is something in me that wants to go just because i don't want racetrack to get hurt but it doesn't matter before i even know what i'm doing. I round up some of the best fighters of the brooklyn newsies and tell them we are headed toward manhattan.

Once we get there I tell them to stay above the circulation center to get a better view of what's going on. In a minute or two Jackie boy and his newsies show up. The doors slam shut and a bunch of guys with clubs come out. That is our Que.

I stand up and yell, "Never fear, brooklyns here" That's when all of my newsies stand up and we start fighting our slingshots. I hear a chorus of voices. Some saying stuff like, "Look its spot conlon" or "No way brooklyns here"

I slide down on a rope like im good damn tarzan, (yeah i know it didn't come out till 1999 but who cares you guys get the reference right) I shake hand with kelly and then a guys fist comes souring past my face. I grab him and punch him right in the gut. He topples over in pain and racetrack punches him in the face knocking him out. I stand there in amazement for a few moments and just stare. I get brought back to life when someone tries to hit me in the head with a club. But before I even react, race has him pinned to the ground.

It doesn't take too long for the cops to show and before long a kid the call crutchie gets hauled off the the refuge. Poor guy, he seemed nice.

Me, Jack, Race, and hotshot all walk into the lodging house. We start discussing on what's going to happen.

"Are you joining the strike spot?'' Jack asks after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, you bums are as good as dead if we don't" I can feel races eyes on me for the rest of the the meeting.

I finally work up enough guts at the end of the meeting and say, "Race can i talk to you for a second"

Race is just standing there looking worried like i'm about to hurt him or something. "su-sure" he stuttered out. We walk outside of the lodging house and we stand there for bit. Ioffer him cigarette and he takes it and lights it.

After a few more moments I finally say, "Thanks for helping me at the fight."

He looks surprised that i would thank someone and just says, "Your welcome."

We stand there for a few more awkward moments and then he says, "you know spot your not as bad as they say."

Now it my turn to look surprised usually i would get mad at someone for saying something like that. But for some unknown reason i take it as a complement. I end up smiling, An not like one of those small smiles with a big toothy grin. All i end up saying is, "Thanks" I'm about to day something else but i get interrupted by hotshot leaving the lodging house and saying that are we going to leave yet. I respond with an exasperated yes.

When we start walking away i give a small wave to race and he actually gives one back. Hotshots looking at me weird. "what?" i ask cursorily.

"Are you and race friends?"

"No, we actually just met a few days today and this is the first time we have actually had a real conversation."

"Spot, I have a question for you."

"what is it?" Now i'm really wondering what's going on.

"how do you feel about queer people."

I'm taken aback by the question most newsies are okay with homosexuals: we accept everyone no matter size, race, sexuality or gender. But we don't actually talk about it in public because you could get arrested if someone said you were a queer.

"There just people i got nothing against them, Why" I'm becoming more interested about what we are talking about.

She does not say anything for a while. That's when i ask, "Are you a queer?"

She only nods her head. She looks ashamed and before even thinking about what i'm going to say i blurt out, "I have a crush on racetrack."

We both stop moving and look at eachother.

"Really?"

"Yep i actually just realized it right now" I say looking embarrassed.

She starts laughing and makes fun of me for 1. the fact that I have a tendency to blurt out things and 2. that I have a crush on a guy i just met. The whole way back to the lodging house she is just laughing her ass off.

An a few hours pass after i announce that we are joining the strike i go to bed. Before i get to my room hot shot asks me if i'm going to tell race. I tell her no and then i go to bed. That stupid racetrack higgins makes my head spin and i love it and i wish i didn't. I have a damn crush on a guy i just met and couldn't hate it more because i can't tell him and i wont. He would hate me we just met and we could also get arrested for god knows how long.

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So how was that. Yeah there are probbly a bunch of grammatical errors. And yeah i know Tarzan didn't come out yet in the time its set in but who cares. I hope you all have a great (time-zone)