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I'm from Queens

Things got pretty heated the second I stepped foot in Spot's room, and not in the way I would have preferred.

"How am I supposed to trust ya, huh? You lied to us 'bout ya names which I pushed aside but now this?"
I was sitting in complete frustration on Spots bed while he stood in front of me and we argued.
"Spot. You're upset," I tried to reason, but failed painfully.
"I thought that was obvious." He snarled at me and I was filled to the brim. It had been 20 minutes of Spot yelling at me.

"Shut up! Just shut up will ya? I'm talkin'! If I was in on Jack betrayin' us you think I'd be here right now? I'm askin' you to still back the strike. I don't give a shit if you forgive or trust me!"

I had finally exploded, and it took Spot by surprise. He stood completely silent and looking at me. "Well okay."

I stood up, my blood completely boiling. Spot was completely inconsiderate and only cared about himself. I should have guessed that from what everybody says about him and my first interaction with him.

"That's it? That's it? All you ever care about is yourself and didn't once ask me how I was feelin'. I'm crushed! I never knew that Jack was doin' something this Low,"

Spot was just standing there and looking at me. He took a step forward and placed his left hand on my shoulder, and his right hand rested on the side of my face. "I care about more than myself, you know." He spoke in a very low tone and looked me directly In the eyes.

My heart almost melted. Keyword, almost. What mush said to me up on the roof last night played over in my head.
"He's broke one too many girls hearts."

I shook my head and stepped back from him. "Money, right?" I said with a sigh, flipping my head upside down so I could stuff my hair into my hat.

"Y/n, don't do this to me."

I flipped my head back the right way around and looked at him while adjusting my hat. "What Spot? Have sympathy? Forget it, I'm outta here."

And with that, I brushed past his shoulder and continued on to the door. I opened it, giving one last look over my shoulder at Spot, he wasn't even going to try and stop me from leaving. I frowned and turned back forward, shutting the door behind me.

I angrily walked down the stairs and out of the building. A few boys looked at me and whispered. I could do nothing but look down any watch my feet walk away and back towards Manhattan. I stepped up the platforms and and listened to my footsteps echo underneath me off the water.

I kicked a rock across the dock and listened to its small echos. Once I reached the rock again, I kicked it. The rock was stopped a few feet in front of me by a black boot. I looked up to meet the eyes of a boy. I had never seen this boy before. He had dark tan skin with dark black hair. His eyes were two different colors, the left one was green, and the right one blue. His jaw was soft but sharp when it got to his neck. He had a divot in his chin and a scar off to the left side of his chin. He was pretty tall, I would say about jack's age and at least 5 inches taller than me.

"Who are ya?" He asked me. He seemed to be chewing on something with the way his words slightly slurred. Wether it was gum or tobacco, was a mystery. He had a rougher and more raspy voice as he spoke. Even though his voice was rough, it was soothing.
"I could ask ya the same thing. Haven't seen ya around here before." I questioned, looking the boy up and down. He was definitely build nicely. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms from what I could tell by his short sleeve shirt. I just hoped underneath was as pleasing to the eye.

"That's 'cause I'm not from here. I'm from queens. Here to talk to Spot about the strike."

I narrowed my eyes and then glanced over at the building. "Nah, you don't wanna talk to him. He's got his panties in a bunch."
The boy in front of me laughed. His smile was wide and bright.

I spit in my hand and held it out to him. He looked at it and did the same. We shook hands and introduced ourselves. "Names Slick, from Manhattan. My brother's Jack."

The boy nodded. "Silver. Sorry to hear about ya brotha." He seemed genuinely sympathetic. Damn, word really spreads quickly. I smirked softly. "Silver? You got a sibling named Gold or somethin'?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Silver laughed and looked off in the distance. "Well," He said with a prolonged and higher pitched voice. We both shared a laugh.

"So I'm guessin' yous the one I should be talkin' to about the strike?" Silver asked me. I simply nodded and stuck my hands in my pockets. "I'll give ya the grand tour of 'Hattan while we talk."
Silver smiled and walked beside me. "A'right. Sounds good."

Together, we walked back across the Brooklyn Bridge.
"So what's the plan with Jack gone and all?" Silver asked me while we walked. I shrugged.
"It's still on for sure, I think Davey and I are gonna lead. I came up with most of Jack's ideas anyway,"

"Uh hu, and are you Jack's sister or brother?" I looked up at silver and he had a large smirk plastered on his face. I gave him the smallest smirk back. "Yous quick," was all I said.

"Quick Silver,"

I turned to face him, "wait, shut up That's why ya got ya name?" I began to laugh gently. Silver joined in shortly after me. "Yeah, now when was you planning on telling me you was a girl?"
I turned to face forward and keep walking. I simply shrugged. "I wasn't,"

Silver nodded. "I like a little mystery."
I laughed softly and continued to walk.
"Good. Ya get a lotta That here."

We continued to walk around Manhattan. He seemed to know his way around vaguely but not entirely. I showed him to the Newsie square and Tibby's  where we got some free waters and sat down at a table together. We drank our waters by the window seat in a booth and just talked.