A/N: Hey everyone. This one is short because it's kind of just a fun chapter filled with newsie chaos. Please enjoy the next few chapters of 8 Days, 8 Letters.
Present Day: October 1899
Jaime's POV
I felt the warm sunlight on my face.
My eyes fluttered open.
I woke up late!
Yes I usually wake up at this time, except for two days of the year: April Fools Day and Halloween, which is today.
I attempted to get up, but a pair of arms pulled me back.
"Spot, I's have to get up," I said.
"No, you's don't," he mumbled in my neck.
I heard some loud footsteps coming up the roof stairs.
The door bursted open revealing a green Race.
"Books!" Race shouted frantically.
Spot and I sat up and turned to him.
"It's started."
I got up and followed him downstairs.
He wasn't kidding.
A few of the boys were dyed green like Race.
Mush and Blink were teaming up against Jack who was spraying shaving cream at them.
Even Boots and Snipeshooter had joined the chaos.
They somehow got a bunch of chicks and released them onto unsuspecting victims.
"Is this why you's wanted to sleep on the roof?" Spot asked.
"Exactly why."
Time Skip: 7 pm
"Alright boys! I'm gettin' my candy stash with or without you's!" I called.
With that announcement a stampede of sugar-driven boys came running down the stairs.
We met up with Les and Davey in the square before heading out to trick or treat.
The night was like any other night. The boys wreaked havoc. They got caught. I had to help them escape from the bulls. The usual.
Despite all the chaos, it still didn't get my mind off of what Spot had told me.
When I saw Mr. Eriksson this morning, everything was normal, except for one thing: From the back he turned and looked at me and Jack. Right at us. But we still couldn't see his face.
Why are we so important? And who was he meeting with?
My thoughts were interrupted by Jack and Davey.
"James? You's alright?" Jack asked.
"Yeah."
"What's on your mind?" Davey followed.
"Mr. Eriksson."
"That asshole. Seriously James?" Jack exclaimed.
"Something's off about him and it's drivin' me nuts!"
"Clearly," Jack scoffed.
"He's just antisocial," Davey cut in.
"Antisocial people don't tend to stalk people, Davey," I retorted.
"I's wouldn't call him showing up to Medda's stalking," Jack defended.
"Then what would you's call it?"
"Interest in the theater," he shrugged.
"Yeah, while watchin' us like a damn hawk. I's don't think so."
"Let's put a pin on this," Davey interjected.
He was likely sick of us arguing.
"Fine by me," I muttered.
Jack opened his mouth, but quite frankly I didn't want to hear it.
I put a smile on my face and helped the older ones with the sugar-high littles.
While wrangling Tumblr and Boots, I noticed someone watching us from the end of the alley way.
"What are you's lookin' at?" Mush asked.
I looked at him and tried to put on a causal face.
"Nothin'. Jus' a trick of the light."
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8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon
FanfictionJaime Kelly, also known as "Books", is the leader of the Lower Manhattan Newsies. She loves her Newsies like they're her family. Every 8 Days she goes to see her best friend, Spot, the "King of Brooklyn". Everything seems to be going pretty normal u...
