3 Words 8 Letters- A Spot Conlon Fanfiction

~Chapter Six~

(A/N- In my story they are all dressing rly fancy. Image is of Scratch's dress)

~The Next Day In Brooklyn~

"Yea, Jacky-Boy wants ta take Davey's sistah to the rally." I explain lazily to Spot.
We're so excited for the rally, it's all we're talking about.
"I'se not bringin anyone. I'se gotta talk on stage." Spot huffs.
"Well, Sarah's makin me wear a dress!" I whine. I hate dresses.
"Speak foah yer-self. Davey's makin me where a suit." Spot says in disgust.
We both groan at the same time.
"All of a sudden, I don't wanna go anymore." I widen my eyes.
Spot slowly nods.
"Hiya Scratch, Spot!" I hear a faniliar voice say.
I roll my eyes and turn around.
"Hey, Race.." I greet.
He throws one cigar to me, one cigar to Spot.
"Thanks.." We grumble.
"You guys excites bout the rally?" He asks, plopping down next to us.
We both shrug. "Medda's forcin us ta where somethin fancy or else she says we can't enter her theater." Race imitates her accent which causes me and Spot to laugh.
"At least we know we're not the only ones." I said taking a puff at my cigar.
Race raises an eyebrow in confusion.
"Davey's sistah is making me wear a dress." I huff.
"And Davey is making me wear a suit." Spot rolls his eyes.
"Imma just steel one from one of the Newsies." Race chuckles.
"Why am I not surprised." I scold.
"I'se goin ta Sheepshead. Bye lovebirds!" He called as he left the docks.
Me and Spot rolled our eyes and threw our cigars down at nearly the same speed and time. "Why does everyone think we're sweet on each othah?" We say at the same time.
We both rested our head on our fists and let out a sigh.
"Oh.." We both said in realization that we were constantly doing things simultaneously.
"We really need to stop doing things at the same time." I grumble.
Spot nods. "When's the rally again?" He asks.
"Tomorrow night."

~At The Manhattan Lodging House~

"Did ya ask Sarah ta go wit ya?" I ask Jack.
"No.. I'm too nervous." Jack twirls his fingers,
"You?! Nervous?! Trust me. She will say yes." I assure.
"Positive?"
"Positive."

I feel a slap on my back. I turn around.
"Did Spot ask ya to be his date yet?" Blink asks, with a smug grin on his face.
I rolled my eyes and shoved his face away from me.
"I'm joking!!" Blink laughs.
I flash him a smile.
The door flings open and Davey is standing there.
"Hey Davey!" Jack greets.
"Hey Jack. Oh, uh-- Scratch?" He calls to me.
"Hm."
"Sarah wants to meet with you right now." He informs.
I nod and walk out the door.

~At Sarah's Tenement~

I softly knock on the door while whistling a low tune.
Sarah opens up and smiles immediately.
"Come in!" She cheers.
"What are you so excited about?" I scoff.
My thoughts are interuppted when I hear the muffles voices of Davey and Spot behind a door. "Foah da last time. Me and Scratch are friends." I hear a Spot say. "THANK YOU!" I yell through the door. "See!! She even agrees wit me. Wait-- Scratch?" Spot says, obviously confused.
"At yer service!" I joke. "Don't go out of the room! She'll see you in the suit!!" Davey scolds. I hear Spot sigh and sit back down somewhere.
Sarah puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Ok. I have to show you your dress. Right now." She squeals.

She grabs my wrist and leads me into her room.
I sit on a chair as she carefully looks through her small, oak closet.
She pulls a out a long, dark blue dress, with jewels shining on the top half.
I widen my eyes in surprise. "How did you get this?!" I ask in complete shock.

"Medda gave it to me. After I told her I needed a dress for you she got so excited and picked this one out." She smiled.
"B-But it's dark blue! Spot's favorite color! How did you know?" I asked, perplexed.
She shrugs. "Got lucky on that one."
"Tomorrow night, we're also going to do your hair. And makeup." She explained.
I cringed when she said makeup. "Makeup?!" I whisper yell.
"Stop being such a bummer! You gotta try it at least once." She winks.
I huff and cross my arms in defeat.
She handed me the dress.

"Hurry up, go put it on!!" She shoos me into the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror and sigh.
I have never seen myself like this. Never thought I actually would.

I slowly turned the doorknob, letting the creaky sound of the door opening fill the silent air.

I turn to face Sarah and she's just standing there, jaw dropped.
"Close your mouth. Yer gonna catch flies." I scold.
"The only problem is.. Spot might fall in love with you instantly." Sarah said, still gaping at me.
I just rolled my eyes. It was no use arguing about it anyway.
"Take it off before it gets dirty." Sarah laughs.
I sigh in relief and head to the bathroom.

I slip it off and stare at it for a little.
"It's not as bad as I thought." I think to myself.
I put on my normal Newsie attire.
"That's bettah!" I mumble to myself.

I fling the door open and carefully place the dress in Sarah's arms.
"Do you think Jack will ask me to the rally?" Sarah asks with nervousness hiding away in her voice. "I'm sure. Just give 'm some time." I confirm.
She slowly nods. "S-Sorry. I just really like him." She sighs.

"He likes you too. Just wait and see."

I walk out of her room and it's eerily quiet.

I walk slowly, knowing something's up.
I stop in front of a corner.
"SCRATCH!!" I hear a familiar voice yell from the corner near me.
My blood jumps and I grab their wrist, flipping them onto their back.
"Ergh.." I hear them mumble.
I look down and Spot's laying there, with a wince on his face.
"Now is see why they call you Scratch!" I hear Sarah squeak.
I look at her and she has wide eyes.
"Sorry. My instincts acted on me because of somebody." When I said 'somebody', I glared at Spot, taking a tighter, deadlier grip on his wrist.
I let go of Spot's wrist and he gets up, brushing himself off.
"I'se headin ta Brooklyn now." Spot sighs.
He shoots me a look that says Your going too.
I just nod. "Bye Sarah!" I call to her as we head to the door.
"See you tomorrow!" She waves.

We were walking on the crowded sidewalks of Manhattan, with the sun beating down on us.

"Remind me nevah to scare youse again." Spot scolds.
"Never scare me again." I remind him immediately
He rolls his eyes while smiling and slings his arm and around my back, letting his hand hang down my shoulder.

I do the same to him and we start laughing our way to Brooklyn.

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