Spot Conlon x Reader

¥Chapter 1¥

Aww . . . Look at that cute kid!!!! ^_^

Also, I would really appreciate it if I could get support from you guys and ideas defendantly please!! And also credit to my freaking amazing friend Supzies who helped me with this, so go follow her and check out all the stuff she's made.

Sincerely,

Your favorite author!!!!!

P.S. I don't really know how to speak/type in a New York accent so I'm sorry if I mess up VERY badly :)

Also, the main person that you would be reading as is female so sorry about that, but feel free to change it in your brain to whatever you want!

Alrighty, I'mma shut up now and get on with the story!

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My bed shook with emence force, but I was in no hurry to open my eyes and get the day going.

Then I heard yelling in my ear . . .

"SQUIRREL!! ITS TIME TO WAKE AN' SELL SOME PAPES!!"

I yelled back, "YYOOUU CCAANN'TT MMAAKKEE MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Then Jack picked me up out of my bed, holding my legs and letting the rest of my body dangle over his shoulder. He then released his hands from my legs, letting me drop to the wooden floor.

"Jaaaaaack! You could've let me sleep a little bit longer?"

"Nope, now get dressed or we're gonna leave without you!"

He grabbed his cowboy hat and placed it on top of my head, rubbing it and trying to get my short brown hair even more tangled then it already is.

Nobody thinks less of it that Jack does these things to me, we're basically siblings. Infact, I would count us as singings, I mean, he was the one who practically raised me.

It was when I was five years old and he was seven years old. My parents and I wanted to take a trip to New York for my late birthday. We had enough money to go anyways. Or so we thought. Once we got to New York, we looked at where we kept our money. We had almost nothing . . .
So each of us, me, my mom, and my dad had to get jobs to sustain our family and to get back to America. My dad and I took a trip into the middle of New York and we saw these Newsies walking around and selling newspapers. One came up to us and asked us if we could buy a newspaper. That one was a little Jack. So my dad asked Little Jack if he pays him two quarters and buys a newspaper then he will let his daughter, me, become a Newsie. Jack was estatic(I spelled that wrong), but mostly because of the quarters. We became friends instantly and we never separated since then.

And where are my parents now? Well, they said they had gotten enough money to go back to America, but I refused. I had a life here, with my friends, who are basically my family. I would never give that up, and we could never find any of that in America. So, they left without me, leaving me to be with the Newsies.

I should also probably explain why my nickname is Squirrel. Well, haha! That's a funny story.

So, me and my other best friend, Blink, were walking in the park when we saw a squirrel jumping back and forth from tree to tree.

"Hey," Blink said. "That squirrel kinda looks like you. With the brown fur and even as energetic as you. Haha, squirrel."

That was meant to be as a joke, but it sort of catched on.

I got up off the hard, wooden floor and went in my bathroom. The nice thing is, I got my own bedroom and bathroom. Hey, a girls gotta have her privacy. I got dressed in my cream colored shirt, navy blue shorts, purple suspenders, long socks, and shoes.

I walked out of the room to find the rest of the Newsies still in their pajamas.

"C'MON EVERYONE!" I yelled, "Up and at em'! It's already been an hour since you lazy bums woke up! Even a girl can get ready faster then you guys!"

I handed Blink some pants.

"Oh, Blink!! Put some pants on already dude!"

He looked very embarrassed to the point of blushing.

Suddenly, Jack whistled. I quickly turned toward him and grabbed his red necktie thingy and said, "Don't you even try that again, cowboy . . ." And I gave him my evil stare.

"Woah," Jack said, louder then he was supposed to. " Looks like the evil Squirrel is on the loose!" A few Newsies chuckled a bit, but the others just held it in. They knew that if they got on my bad side, it wouldn't be pretty. For them at least.

I went over to each bunk just to make sure everyone was up. Once I went to Race's bunk, I saw him looking though a bunch of drawers.

"Hey Racetrack. What are ya looking looking for?"

He growled, "My stinkin' cigar . . ."

Then he saw that another Newsie had it.

"That's my cigar," Race growled.

"You'll steal another." Then race stole his cigar out of the Newsies mouth as Blink rushed through.

"Hey fellas, we got work to do."

Another Newsie said, " since when did you become me muddah?"

Crutchie broke through, "Ah, quit your bawlin'"

And they all yelled at the same time, "Who asked you?!"

(I'm too lazy to do the whole song so bye!)