So Close Yet So Far- A Sprace Fan Fiction

I'll do it.

    The boys sat at Jacobi's deli waiting for Jack to give them their orders. Race began to doze off before Jack yelled, "Race take Mid Town."
    "Yes sir." Race said jumping off of the table. Specs chased after him, "Goin' the Brooklyn way?" He asked Race
    "Yeah. It's quicker and i's gotta get there fast." Race said picking up the pace. Specs knew the whole city and he knew that going to Brooklyn was on the other side of New York, but Race was in a mood and he needed to clear his mind.

    When Race was out of view from Specs, he face palmed. He knew that Brooklyn wasn't even near Mid Town, but he could not let the boys know the truth about him. That he was selling on their turf. If the Manhattan boys found out they'd certainly call him a traitor and kick him out for good.

    As he crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, his heart began pounding. He could feel Brooklyn Newsies stare at him, their eyes like lasers peircing him with every look. Race never did well on unknnown turf. He lived in Manhattan all his life, Manhattan was home, but Brooklyn was like a brand new mansion with ghosts in every corner and room. He finally reached the corner that Spot told him that he could sell at and began shouting the most ubsurd headline ever, "EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT TERRIFYING INFERNO YOU HEARD THE STORY RIGHT HERE!" He immediately sold his last 13 paps and decided to thank Spot for the new selling spot. He began running to the Brooklyn Lodging House, trying to avoid the Brooklyn Newsie's death stares as he goes.

     After what seemed like for ever, he knocked on the huge door that read, "Lodging House." A young boy answered the door, "Why yous here Manhattan boy?" He asked

    "I wanna see Spot." Race replied

    "Not without his orders." The boy said

    "Who's is it?" A voice asked from the staircase, it was Spot Conlon

   "That Manhattan boy that's sellin' on our turf." The boy said as he moved to show Race to Spot

    "Hey Race, come in." Spot said as Race stepped inside the Lodging House. Spot met Race in the middle of the room, "You're dismissed TwoBIt." Specs said without looking away from Race. The young boy, apparently named TwoBit, left the room, "How was the corner?" Spot asked

    "It worked." Race said smirking, he never realized how cut Spot was until he was face to face with the shorter boy,

    "Good." Spot said smirking, "Hey it's gettin' pretty late, wanna spend the night?"

    Race thought about thid for a second before saying, "Sure."