3 Words 8 Letters- A Spot Conlon Fanfiction

~Chapter Eight~

~The Next Day~
"Spot. Spot, wake up!!" I slap his face.
We took him to the Manhattan lodging house, so he wouldn't be freaking out when he woke up.
He shoots up and looks at his clothes, with his suit still on.
He looked confused for a second but then remembered.
"The last thing I remembah is givin me speech. How'd it go?" He asks.
"Wonderful-- now listen. Jack got taken back ta the Refuge." I grab both his shoulders.
Spot's eyes widen, letting me see his sparkly blue orbs better.
I wanted to smile at the sight, but I couldn't.
"Youse look like a deer when it's sees a bright light." I scoff.
Spot's surprised face turns into a big smile.
The smile.
He starts to laugh.
Oh god the laugh..
I feel my face heat up for an unknown reason.
I tip my hat lower on my face, creating shade.
"Youse angry at me er somethin?" Spot says, still kinda laughing.
"Nah."
"Did I get drunk last night?" He asks.
"Very."
"Did you take me to the roof?"
"Yup."

Spot mouth curved into a small smile.
"What did I say?" He finally asks.
My hands start to sweat, but I realize that I'm talking to Spot. My best friend.
"You didn't know who I was and was constantly asking foah me. I told you to tell me moah bout 'Scratch' and youse said the best things evah. Even called me pretty." I taunted.
Spot's face turns read.
"Youse expect me ta call you ugly?" He laughs a little.
"I'se didn't expect ya ta say anythin bout my appearance."
He rolls his eyes.
"Where's me normal clothes." He whines, squirming in his suit.
"Good thing I went back ta Brooklyn.." I mumble under my breath.
I throw Spot's clothes at his face, and the cloth slowly slides down, landing on his lap.
His facial expression was blank.
Blank and funny.
"BWHAHAH!!" I start to laugh like an idiot.
He starts laughing too.

~Flashback~

Spot's starts bursting into laughter.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
He stops laughing and shrugs.
"It's just-- whenever I think of Scratch laughing it makes me laugh too." He continues to slur his words, smiling like a doof.

~End Of Flashback~

I stopped laughing as a big smile crept onto my face, recalling Spot's drunk confessions from the night before.
"I'se gonna go o me clothes on." Spot smiled.
"Okay."

Spot disappears into the bathroom and I let out a sigh.
The door flung open and Race was standing there, breathing heavily with his hands in his knees. I raise an eyebrow.
"Hoo! Ok.." He breathes, now holding up his index finger.
"Jack is in court. Hurry." Race breathed before running off again.
My eyes widened and my breathing pace picked up.
Spot ran out the bathroom door.
"WHAT'S WRONG. MY BEST FRIEND SENSES WERE TINGLING." Spot yells.
I try so hard not to laugh.
"Spot. We need to leave. Jack is in court!!" I yell.
His eyes widen and he grabs my wrist, running out the door.

~In The Court~

"All rise, all rise. Court is now in session! Judge E.A Monahan presiding." The Ballif informs.
I stand next to Spot and Race, biting my nails.
"Nervous?" Spot whispers to me.
"N-No.." I stammer.
"Sure.." He smirks.
I swear that smirk could kill.
"Are any of you boys-- and girl, represented by council?" The judge speaks.
I roll my eyes at his remark, putting me out there.
"No? Good! That will move things along quite considerably!" He says.
"Hey, yer honor I object!" Spot yells. I look at him weirdly.
"I don't know what I'm doing." He whispers to me.
"On what grounds." The judge says sternly.
"I got this." Spot whispers.
"On the grounds of Brooklyn. Yer honor." He says.
Everyone starts laughing, including me.
He glanced at me and started laughing too.
Charming, I say in my head as I roll my eyes.
The judge hits the mallot repeatedly on his desk.
"I fine you each five dollars or two weeks confinement in the House Of Refuge." He orders.
My eyes widen. Spot grabs onto my arm, like he's-- afraid?
"Aye. We ain't got five bucks. We don't even got cents. Hey yer honor, how bout I roll you out for it. Double or nothin." Race jokes.
Spot laughs but I can tell it's fake.
"Spot. You ok?" I whisper to him.
He quickly shakes his head. "The Refuge, Scratch. That's the one place I'm afraid of.." Spot looks at the ground.
We hear the door open and Denton walks out.
"Your honor, I'll pay the fines. All of them." Denton says, looking at us.
Spot smiles from ear to ear and takes a tighter grip on my arm.
I want to tell him to let go-- but I don't want him to at the same time.
Denton walks up to us.
"Look, we've gotta meet at the restaurant. Everybody. We have to talk." He says sternly.
"Pay the clerk, move it along!!" The judge yells.
We hear chains and handcuffs-- Jack.
I look at Spot and his eyes are filled with hope.
He's not smiling-- but he's optimistic.
Jack has a shiner on his cheekbone and his hair is a mess.
"Hey fellas!!" Jack calls out to us, acting like he's not held in chains.
"Hey Cowboy!! Nice shinah!!" Race jokes-- again.
I stomp on his foot and he cripples down to the ground.
"Hey Denton! I guess we made all the papes this time. So how'd me pitcha look?" Jack asks.
"None of the papers covered the rally. Not even The Sun." Denton says, a little quiet.
I sigh in anger. So much for our man Denton.
"Case of Jack Kelly. Inciting a riot. Assault. Resisting arrest." The Baliff announces.
Snyder walks in between Jack and the judge.
Since when did that son of a bastard get here?
"Your honor. I will speak for this young boy." He says.
"Oh no.." I mumble. Spot takes a tighter grip on my arm.
"You two know each othah. Ain't that nice." Jack says sarcastically, squirming in his chains.
"Just move it along, Warden Snyder." The judge urges.
"This boy's real name is Francis Sullivan. His mother is deceased and his father is a convict in the state penitentiary. He's an escapee from The House Of Refuge when his original sentence for three moths was extended to six months for disruptive behavior."
Snyder starts.
"Like demanding we eat the food you steal from us." Jack defends.
Snyder and his dirty mouth continue.
"Followed by an additional six months for attempted escape."
Spot takes an even tighter grip on my arm.
"Attempted? Last time wasn't attempted. Remember Snyder? Teddy Roosevelt and the carriage?! Remember Roosevelt and the carriage?!" Jack yells.
Spot takes a tighter grip on my arm.
"Therefore, I ask for him to be returned to the Houses Of Refuge." Snyder says.
Spot shuts his eyes, digging his nails into my skin.
I still don't say anything.
"So ordered!" The judge hits his maillot on the desk.
"NO!!" Les screams.
Spot let's go of my arm. Blood rushes through them, creating a calming feeling.
"Spot. It's ok. We'll break him out." I say to him, shaking both his shoulders.
He just nods and grabs my wrist

"Let's just go to Tibby's. Hear what Denton has ta say to us." Spot grumbles.

~At Tibby's~

Everyone was eating there food but I was with an angry, sad, Spot on the empty side of the restaurant. Denton still wasn't here.
"Spot. It's not like he'll just leave us all behind." I tell him.
"He's the leadah of this whole thing!! And he lied to us. About his identity!!" Spot says angrily.
I open my mouth to say something but the door swings open with the bell jingling.
We all snap our heads at the door and Denton walks in, but none of us greet him.
"So. Why didn't The Sun print the story." David finally said.
"Because it never happened." Denton replies blankly.
"Whaddaya mean in never happened?!"
"You were there!!"
"Denton. What the hell?!"
Everyone was complaining-- except me and Spot.
"It's not in the papers it never happened. The owners decreed it not be in the papers.
Therefore-- I came to tell you fellas goodbye." Denton urges himself to say.
Me and Spot hit our fists on the edge table as everyone looks at him in disbelief.
"W-What happened? Did you get fired or something?" David asks.
"No, I got reassigned back to my old job as The Sun's Ace War Correspondent. They want me to leave right away--" I stop listening to Denton and turn to Spot.
He looks like he's ready to kill someone.
I just look st him for a second and sigh, turning my attention to something random.
"Not gonna talk to me?" He grumbles.
I shrug. "Youse look like yer bout ta eat me alive." I widen my eyes a little.
He looks at me for a couple seconds, his bottom lip trembling.
He soon starts smiling.
I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Yer so confusing, Conlon." I laugh.
He sticks his tongue at me, still hiding a smile.
Our sudden happiness was interuppted by Davey.
"WE GET JACK OUTTA THE REFUGE TONIGHT! FROM NOW ON, WE TRUST NO ONE BUT THE NEWSIES!!" He yells while throwing a crumbled paper down. Wonder what it is.
All of us cheer in response.
I quickly turn back to Spot.
"Yea, I'm not gonna help them break Jack out." I mumble.
Spot nods in agreement. All the Newsies walk out of Tibby's leaving me and Spot behind.

"What's something I don't know bout you." Spot says out of the blue.
I furrow my eyebrows. "Why?" I ask. Spot shrugs.
"Ok.." I say, trying to think of something.
"Got one." I finally say.
Spot gathers his attention, waiting for me to speak.
"I'se know what a lot of big confusing words mean and I'se can completely get rid of me accent." I say really quickly.
Spot's eyes widen in surprise.
"Really?" He says, almost in disbelief.
"Ok then.. say somethin wit out yer accent." Spot challenges.
I let out a sharp sigh. It's really difficult to do, actually.
"What should I say?" I ask.
Spot presses his lips into a thin line.
"Say, 'I'm Mr. John D Rockefellah and if you touch me oil youse gonna turn into some'." Spot says.
"Ok." I smile. I copy what he said with no accent and his jaw drops.
"WHY HAVE YOU NOT SHOWN THIS TO ME!!" He practically yells, considering the empty restaurant.
I shrug. "Never thought it was that important." I say blankly.
"You can use it in so many ways like.. pretending to be rich, or--" I cut him off.
"I'm a Newsie. Let's not get too crazy." I laugh.
He smiles but it quickly fades.
"Remembered Jack again, huh." I say.
He nods, looking out the window.

"You make all my problems go away, Scratch." Spot mumbles,
I take his Newsie hat and put on top of mine, creating a double hat on my head.
"Hey!!" He said, hiding his hat hair.
I ran out the door and he chased after me.

Why do I never want this to end?

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