SPOTS POV
After the meeting and i head back to brooklyn with hotshot. Hotshot was waiting for me outside. "what took you so long?" She questions me narrowing her eyes a bit.
"Nothing" i responded but my face gave it away. I can not lie to her well we have been best friends since i was 9. She is 2 years older than me too so she i guess knows a bit more than me, but ill never admit it.
"Really," she says not believing a word i said.
I can't hold it in any more, "Race was staring at me the entire time, and i was not so subtly checking him out. Race can not know i have a crush on him though because A: i have a reputation and B: he will hate me. On the night that Brooklyn joined the strike i was really nice to him. Not that i don't want to be nice to him i just don't need no one thinking I've gone soft. So, i HAVE to pretend i don't like him or at least try to intimidate him a bit." I say so quickly that she has no idea what i'm saying. I have a habit of doing that when i get nervous or exited. So i have to repeat it but slower this time.
She laughs at me for a bit than says, "you can't just push it down, Sean, i should know it doesn't work well."
"what do you mean?" How does hotshot know. (We have some more hotshot lore guys)
"Well i tried that with Lavender and i ended up kissing her one night." I stare at her. My mouth gaped wide.
"YOUR DATING LAVENDER." I yell. She shushes me. We get a few weird glances from people. I start whisper yelling, "Your dating lavender, the girl from MIDTOWN"
"Yeah, but what i was saying was that you can't just pretend your feeling don't exist because they will resurface at the WORST possible time." I don't respond because i know she's right but hey i can at least try.
~~~~~~~~~~~ Time Skip about 1 hour ~~~~~~~~~~~
When we walk into the lodging house, everybody is doing what they usually are. "Hey spot, Hotshot wanna play some poker." shouts matches halfway across the room.
Me and hotshot exchange a glance and nod yeah. We sit down and start playing. I won 3 hands already. Numbers has won 2 and tin and hot shot have won none. The door slams shut and it gets dead silent. We dont slam the doors because we know some kids freak out because even the toughest newsies have some type of trauma. We all turn to look and its falcon, one of my bridies he stays in other bourghs to collect data, he is out of breath it looks like he ran all the way from manhatten. "You okay, falcon" I call out.
It takes him a second to regain his ability to speak, "Yeah, but candlestick and pudding ain't."
"Can you explain." it not a question, its a demand Candlestick and pudding are 2 of the youngest newsies in brooklyn they are 5 and 6.
"The delancey brothers beat them up when they where at the park." he says.
"where are they."
"On main," he says "Theys refusing to come back to the lodgings, theys scared shitless."
"Alright." I get up from were i was sitting and leave.
It takes me 10 minutes to get to main street. Once i get their i see candlestick and pudding sitting with none other than racetrack higgins.
When i see the littles they run up to me and grab onto me. For some reason the littler ones are never afraid of me and usually do stuff like that. When i look at them i see that neither of them look actually harmed.
"what happend, why are you guys not at the lodgings, you know you have to be there by 5 and its 6:55."
"we was at the park with hudson and he went to the bathroom. then these scary guys came, they said theor names were oscar and morris and the stole all the money we had. And oscar shoved me down to the ground and now i have a scrape on my knee. So me and Candlestick ran and we endend up on main street. We ran into him. His name is racetrack by the way and he fixed up my leg." explained pudding, very quickly he has a problem with talking to fats but hes 6 what can you do about it. I am going to need a word with hudson because he didn't tell no one that they was missing.
I nod and say, "We need to go back to the lodging house." I get up and they follow quickly. I'm about to leave but i turn and say, "Hey racer it gonna get dark in 15 minutes so, you want to stay in brooklyn instead of walking back to Manhattan alone in he dark."
"Thanks, i dont really like the dark" he says with a smile.
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Yes i left it on a cliff hanger next chapters races POV. Its gonna be good in the next chapter i promise. Hope you like this chapter and i hope you like the next too. Also plz leave and constructive criticism on this story it is my first and i really would like some feedback. Lots of love and stay safe.XOXO
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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.
