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Flash

I stared off into the star filled sky, my feet dangling off the edge of the newsboy lodging house. I stayed up there all day just thinking and keeping to myself. I heard the door open a few times that led to the roof, but nothing else. The boys knew where I was, and knew it would be best if I were unbothered.

The door opened for the fourth time today and a yellow light filled the dark air. The door shut behind me and the light disappeared. Footsteps started towards me.
"I'm not in the mood to talk." I called out flatly.

"You don't gotta."
The boy sat next to me and dangled his feet off the edge of the building. "I brought you this," he moved a folded up blanket into my vision. I grabbed the blanket and looked up at him.
"I'm surprised you know how to fold." I joked Half heartedly.

Mush chuckled. "I know a thing or two. And you're welcome," he gently shoved me with his shoulder which brought another smile to my lips. "Thanks Mush."

I kept the folded blanket in my lap and just looked at it. I sighed and closed my eyes. I felt a hand on my opposite right shoulder and it gently pulled me to the left. My head rested on Mush's shoulder and then his head on top of mine. He gently rubbed his thumb up and down on my shoulder.
"I'm real sorry y/n,"

"It's alright," which was a lie. Nothing was alright. It's like I didn't exist to Jack, he would take money over the relationship we had. I had been betrayed by my own brother and it sucked.

Mush squeezed my shoulder softly. He must know it wasn't alright. "How's Dave and Les?" I asked him.
"Les still believes Jack's workin as a spy. Dave is pretty heartbroken."

I scoffed gently. "That his boyfriend broke up with him or that he's gotta lead the strike by himself?"
Mush sucked on his teeth gently. "You know, could be either." We both let out a laugh. It relieved a lot of emotional build up that was trapped inside of me.

"And what of Brooklyn? Where's spot stand with alla this?" Questions kept popping into my head. I guess I wanted as many answers as I could get if we were going to be leading the strike. Find out who is still with us and who isn't.

Mush let out a breathy laugh. "Good luck gettin' Brooklyn back into this one. Spots real pissed."

I groaned. "'Course He is. I'll talk to 'em tomorrow."

I could tell that mush's body got heavier when I mentioned going back to Brooklyn. He never liked the thought of me with anybody else. He used to get jealous of Race and I's relationship.
Mush placed his hand on my thigh and shifted to face me, causing my head to lift off his shoulder and look at him.
"I'll go with you,"

I shook my head. "No, you shouldn't." I insisted. "I can go by myself."
Mush took his hand back and fiddled with his thumbs in his lap, looking down at his hands only. "I'd feel better if someone went with ya, I don't trust that spot fella. He's broke one too many girls hearts."

I frowned and looked back down at the ground below my feet, taking in what he was saying. A lot of girls?

While I was thinking Mush had placed a hand on my shoulder which caught my attention.
"Come inside, get some sleep. The boys would love to see ya." He gently leaned over and kissed my cheek and then used me as a support to stand up.

"Goodnight, y/n."

"Goodnight Mush."

•••

The sun rose over the sides of the buildings in New York. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled the blanket over my head. That didn't work, so I sat up with a groan and rubbed my eyes.

I stood up  and stretched my body. Almost every moveable joint popped in the process. I winced at the popping noises and looked at my surroundings. I had spent plenty of nights sleeping outside, one more wasn't any type of tragedy to me.

I dropped down into my room and opened my drawer. My clothes were folded and tucked away neatly. I was shocked. Somebody washed our clothes? Somebody knew how to wash our clothes?

I stripped down my dirty clothes and put on some brand new ones. My clothes consisted of a simple white tank top, tan pants, my purple suspenders, and a dark blue button up shirt and buttoned it up except for the few top buttons. Enough for it to be baggy and hide my breasts. I threw on my cap and decided to take the escape ladder outside instead of the stairs. I shoved my hands in my pockets and strolled down the street, heading for Brooklyn.

"Yo! Where's Spot!" I yelled into the Brooklyn Newsies docks. Multiple tall guys walked over to me and crossed their arms across their chests.

"He ain't seein' nobody." A taller, blonde boy said to me. He had very long, greasy hair and deep greed eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him and stepped up to his face.
"What are ya called?"

"Flash. What's it to ya?"
"Why do they call ya that, flash." I questioned him more.
"'Cause I'm always the first to finish sellin' papes."

I took a step back and looked the tall boy up and down. I raised an eyebrow and returned my gaze back to his face.
"Seems to me like you might finish first in somethin' else too."

The boys behind him broke into hollers and laughter. A large smirk grew across my face as a scowl grew across Flash's. He came right up to me and shoved my shoulders back. I stumbled a bit before getting angry. The other boys around us started to eat riled up and chanting for us to fight. I narrowed my eyes at Flash and he did the same.

Our quarrel was interrupted by a loud bang. Our attention was taken to a familiar boy, gripping his cane and standing on a crate.

"What the hell is going on here?" He practically shouted. His eyes rested on to me and his expression was cold. He was famous for his cold stare and it lured me to him even more.

"Your deadbeat brother here too?" He asked flatly with a nod of his head.
"Can't say he is. Just me." I simply shrugged. He paused for a moment, looking around at the other guys before returning his cold blue gaze back to me.
"Come." He said simply, turning on his heel and walking away.

I tipped my hat to the boys around me and began to walk off.
"Hey wait!" I stopped and turned back around, placing my hands on my hips.
"Didn't catch your name," glad practically snarled at me, clearly still pissed.

I thought for a moment, this was either going to be a good idea or a bad idea, but I Trust Spot, so maybe his boys will keep a secret too.

I took off my hat and my hair fell down to its natural length. I flipped it around a bit, attempting to be a little alluring with it but probably just looking really stupid.
"Names Slick, fellas."

Their faces dropped in astonishment when I smirked at them. I turned around me caught back up with Spot. From behind me I heard;

"You just got bummed by a girl."