3 Words 8 Letters- A Spot Conlon Fanfiction

~Chapter Eleven~

(The STRIKE is gonna be a bit longer than normal because I need things to happen)
~The Next Day~

Spot and I were sitting on a random roof above an alleyway, letting our feet dangle in the air.
"Wit out Jack, we can't do this.." He sighs, sadness incorporated in his voice.
I wipe my hands on my shirt, do to the fact they're sweating bottles.
"Yea.." I reply, cringing at the crack in my voice.
"Newsies'll get wiped out." He mumbles, taking off his cap.
I stare at his hair for a few seconds, but stop, so he wouldn't notice my staring.
"Yer actin a little different." He teases, flicking my shoulder.
I smile and look down at the alleyway below us.
"Jack becomin a scabbah and all that.." I lie.
"What's that place he always wanted ta go? San Francisco?" Spot asked.
A laugh. "Santa Fe." I correct him.
"Yea, yea." Spot shrugs.
My smile stays on my face as I feel a pair of eyes on me.
I open my mouth to say something but I get cut off by screaming.
"STOP IT!! STOP IT, YOU'RE HURTING HIM!!"
My eyes widen. "Sarah." I squeak.
I try to jump down my Spot grabs my wrist.
"Let me go!! She's in trouble!" I urge.
"Just wait for it.." Spot says.
I raise an eyebrow and sit down next to him.
I see Sarah get thrown in the alleyway by the Delanceys.
"They'se gonna get a good beatin." I say between my teeth, cracking my knuckles.
I prepare to jump down but Spot grabs my wrist again.
"Trust me. Wait for it." Spot says.
I grunt and sit next to him, arms crossed.
Les is thrown in too and I wince.
I look at Spot with pleading eyes but he shakes his head.
"Wait." He says again. I see David run into the alleyway.
"RUN, DAVEY!!" Sarah screams.
"Oh yea, run Davey!" Oscar mocks.
"That son of a bastard.." I say between my teeth.
They start soaking David and I jump down again-- and Spot grabs my wrist.
He widens his eyes at me. "Wait!!" He whisper yells.
I give him a stink eye and sit next to him again.
Another person with a suit and familiar light brown hair runs in, just as Morris was putting on brass knuckles.
"Wait." Spot says again.
Jack starts soaking the Delanceys.
"REMEMBER CRUTCHY?!" He yells, and headbutts Oscar.
I see Spot smirk which causes my hands to sweat again.
"Told you." He says quietly.
Jack helps Sarah up, hugging her,
"YEA!! RUN!! AND DON'T COME BACK!!" Les yells, throwing his wooden sword in there direction.
Spot laughs as his attempt for intimidation.
"He's gettin there." I say, resting my head on my fist.
I shake my head quickly, realizing Jack was down there.
"Stay right here." I order Spot. He slowly nods and I jump down.
I walk up to Jack and punch him right across the face.
He looks taken aback as he clutches his jaw.
"SHOULD'NT YOU BE KISSIN PULITZER'S ASS RIGHT NOW?!" I yell at him.
"Scratch!!" David scolds as he covers Les' ears.
I just squint at him and turn back to Jack.
"L-Look. I'm sorry.." He says with a crack in his voice.
"You're sorry?! You left us with a giant mess. A mess that was caused by you!!" I jab my finger into his chest.
"And I'm back now. I was stupid to let you guys go." He says, looking at the ground.
"Make it up to us by winning this. Finish it. Once and for all." And with that, I climb up back to Spot.
"I taught you well, didn't I?" He smirks.
I roll my eyes.
"Wipe that dumbass smirk off ya face." I scold, lying down on the roof.

~Couple Hours Later~

"Tell me!!" I plead.
We were still on the roof, talking our lives away.
"But I can't!" Spot replies for the millionth time.
"Why can't I know." I look at him dead cold in the eyes.
"It's a surprise." Spot says, playing with his key necklace.
"Well. I don't like surprises." I say, recalling a memory.

~FlashBack~ (Chp.1)

"C'mere. I gotta surprise." Spot says.
I know he doesn't have a surprise, but I walk over to him anyway.
"SURPRISE!" He yells, before pushing me into the river.
"BASTARD!!" I call to him.
He just dies laughing.
I climb onto the docks and sneak behind him.
I smirk before pushing him off.
"BITCH!!" He yells, as he gets drenched in river water.
I just stick my tongue out at him.

~End Of FlashBack~

"Yea. I remember that.." He says, looking into thin air.
"Fun day wasn't it?" He asks.
"Yea, it was." I smile.
He smiles too and there was a short moment of silence.
"Tell me." I say once more.
"Just when I thought you forgot about it." He laughs.
"Please."
"Nope."
I just huff and cross my arms.
"Are you sure I know her?" I ask.
"Hundred percent sure." He verifies.
"You're hurtin me brain!!" I whine.
"Not my fault yer bein so stupid." He teases.
"No, you're stupid!"
"Idiot."
"Moron."
"Retard."
"Dumbass."
"Goon."

I roll my eyes.
"Did I win?" Spot asks.
"Jackass." I say for the last time.

~Spot's POV~

"Jackass." She says to me.
I smile and roll my eyes. She plays with her slingshot, observing it closely while I just stare at her. How can she be so blind? Haven't I gave her enough clues already?
Sometimes I just want to scream to her that's it's her. It's her that I fell in love with.
But I know I can't. Ever since the rally, she was different to me. Her flowing hair, light brown eyes, her smile, her laugh, her small hands, her soft skin..
I see her smile in the corner of my eye and completely melt. I feel like a puddle of goo.
"I can't move.." I manage to say.
"And why is that?" She lightly hits my head with the slingshot.
I tense up for a second.
"I can't move.." I say again.
"If you can't move.." She says, walking to the other side of me.
She slips my pimp cane out of my belt loop and puts it in hers.
She jumps down from the roof and runs out of the alleyway towards Brooklyn-- I think.
"I'M THE NEW KING OF BROOKLYN!!" She yells at the top of her lungs.
I smile from ear to ear, emerged in the sounds of her voice.
But I snap out of it.
"OH, HELL NO YER NOT!" I yell and jump down from the roof, running after her.

~Scratch's POV~

"OH HELL NO YER NOT!!' I here him yell.
"Oh yes I am." I say under my breath as I run swiftly towards the Brooklyn Bridge.
I stopped running and his behind a crate.

~Spot's POV~

I ran across the Brooklyn Bridge but stopped, when I couldn't see her.
I scratched my head in confusing.
"Scratch?" I call out.
I sit on a crate and after a few seconds, a boy with his hat tipped down, so I couldn't see his face, was holding my pimp cane.
"THE HELL YOUSE DOIN WIT ME CANE!!" I boomed.
"IF YOU WANT IT, CATCH ME FIRST."
This kid has no accent. Weird.
I ran after him but he was faster.
Maybe mid-way across the bridge he turned around to face me, but was running backwards.
He smiled from ear to ear and took off his cap, letting long brown hair flow out.
I stop dead in my tracks.
"Scratch!!" I yell.
She just stands there, smiling mischievously.
I stare at her, wanting to just drop to the ground and dream about it for the rest of my life.
"EARTH TO SPOT CONLON!!" She yells, waving my cane in my face.
I snap out of 'Scratch World' and back to reality.
"Can I have my cane now." I whine.
"Nope." She says popping the p, sliding the cane into her belt loop.
Oh well. I'd rather see her wear it than me.

"Guess what?" She asks.
"What."
"CHICKEN BUTT."

I smile and sling an arm around her, even though I get nervous when I do that.

But hell, I'd take a bullet for her.

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