8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Gör allting i kärlek

Translation: Let all that you do be done in love

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you had a fantastic day today and if not I hope tomorrow is better. Anyways here's the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters. Enjoy!

Present Day: July 1899

Jaime's POV

I retraced the steps Jack and I took just 30 minutes prior. I can't believe this is happening. How did Snyder even find out where we were.

The photo. He saw our faces in the photo and probably started looking in every lodge house in Manhattan for us.

I hope the newsies are okay.

I continued walking, feeling the warm July air cool down as the sun began to set. The sky turned a bright orange color that faded into a pretty red.

I saw the familiar lights that occupied Medda's theater. I opened the backstage door and walked in.

The inside of the building was a bit warm compared to outside likely because of the lights that shine on Medda and the Bowery beauties as they perform. I took of my hat and fiddled with the rim as I looked around at the old posters hanging on the walls.

"Jaime?" a voice called.

I turned around to see Medda standing at the top of the small staircase which lead to the stage.

"Heya Medda," I answered. "Long time no see. There was a situation at the lodge house and I's need a place to crash for the night. Would that be alright with you's?"

I looked down, fiddling with my cap again.

"Of course dear," she smiled. "Why don't you come up here and we'll talk over tea."

I smiled at her and headed up the stairs.

She led me to her dressing room. I sat on one of the red cushioned chairs.

Medda left and came back a few moments later with two cups of tea.

"I put in 2 sugar cubes and a squirt of honey, just how you like it," she smiled, handing me a cup.

"Thank you Medda," I smiled, taking the warm cup out of her hand.

"Now what's going on at the lodge house?" she asked, sitting down gracefully on the chair across from me.

"Snyder showed up asking for me and Jack. Thankfully the newsies covered for us, but he'll probably be poking around for a while so we needed a place to stay."

"And if I may ask, where is your brother?"

"He went to Davey's. He sure is smitten."

"Tell me about it," she laughed. "When you all came in here a few days ago, I swear you could cut the tension between them with a butter knife."

"And he says I'm smitten," I chuckled.

"Speaking of which, what's going on between you and that Spot boy?" she said, sipping her tea.

I tapped my fingers on my cup.

"We're just friends."

"That photograph says otherwise."

"That was nothing. I's just tripped and he caught me. That's all"

"How did you trip exactly?" she asked, leaning forward.

I looked down at the ground, blushing at the memory.

"He uh- pulled me in by my waist for the photo and I tripped over my foot," I muttered.