Hey look, I wrote a thing! This was requested by Shadowbird38. I hope this is sort of what you wanted. Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy!
Quinn waited until all of the other Brooklyn newsies had gotten their papers before walking up to the circulation desk to get her own papers. She hadn't been having a good day so far, and it was still early, so she decided ignoring the other newsies for the day would be the best option for everyone. Though, of course, there was one boy in particular that she was really trying to keep her distance from: Spot Conlon. She never knew what mood Spot was going to be in from day to day, but when interacting with her, he usually ranged from mildly annoying to completely insufferable. So naturally, she didn't feel like dealing with him.
"50 papers." She said to the man working the desk, handing him the money. He seemed a little irritated that she hadn't bought the papers with everyone else, but he handed her the papers and she put them in her bag before beginning to make her way to her selling spot. However, she had barely moved 10 feet when she heard a familiar voice from behind her.
"Well, look who decided to show up." Quinn groaned and turned around to face him.
"Go away Spot." she told him bluntly, and he raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, you ain't in a position to tell me what to do."
"Please go away." she tried to walk away from him but he just followed her.
"Why didn't you get your papes with everyone else?"
"That's none of your business."
"You're one of my newsies so yeah, it is my business. Was you avoiding us?" Spot's tone was becoming more forceful, and Quinn stopped walking suddenly and turned to look at him.
"I am not your – "
"Was you avoiding us?" He cut her off. If he were anyone else it would have been stupid to be getting so upset over something like this, but he never had much patience with people who didn't tell him the whole truth, especially if the person was her.
"Maybe I was." she said, glaring at him. Spot glared back, though she never seemed to be affected by his mean looks the same way everyone else was.
"Yeah and why is that? We ain't good enough for you anymore? You don't wanna be seen associatin' with us?" Quinn hesitated for a moment, trying to think of a way to assure him that that wasn't the case, but also without telling him the truth. Unfortunately, Spot took her lack of response as an unspoken confirmation. "That's it, ain't it? You'd rather be with your rich, stuck up parents who- "
"My parents are dead, you bastard!" Quinn interrupted him forcefully, and he immediately fell silent. "They're dead, and I live with my aunt and uncle, who are rich and stuck up and I hate them!"
Spot was taken aback for a few short moments, but quickly composed himself.
"Then why was you avoiding us?"
"Because my aunt and uncle tried convince me that you and the newsies aren't good enough for me. They were constantly insulting you, and me, and it put me in a bad mood. So I didn't really feel like talking to anyone. Is that good enough of an answer for you?"
They stood there, staring at each other for a few seconds, though it felt like hours for the both of them. Quinn was about to turn and walk away when Spot did something that surprised even himself – he pulled her in for a hug, albeit an awkward one. Spot had never been a touchy-feely kind of guy, and neither of them could remember that last time he'd hugged anyone. So Spot wasn't sure why he was hugging her, and Quinn wasn't sure why she was enjoying it. After about ten seconds, Spot pulled away and ended it as abruptly as he'd began it.
"Sorry," he said after a minute's hesitation, struggling to meet her gaze. "Didn't know."
"Yeah. That's... that's okay." Quinn nodded, still a little taken aback by the sincerity he was showing. Spot nodded as well, turned around, and walked away without another word.
