What youse say is what ise say (spot conlon X reader)

Getting to Business

Every Newsie had gotten back. It was almost like having younger Newsies was exactly what everyone needed because everyone came back sooner than they had been and no one was lost or cornered by some prick.

"Word got around New York." Greg said sitting next to me on the roof

"That I'm a goil or da Bronx has a leada?" I asked

"Both, I think." He said

"Ok. Is that it?" I asked

"No uhm, wes wanted to know what we're supposed to call ya." He said

"I'll be down in a minute." I sighed as he left

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"So Youse can call me fox. My real name is y/n y/l/n. You call me fox while we're out! If we're here I really don't care what ya call me." I said before going over to Crutchie

"So how's ya leg." I asked

"Betta than I thought. It got me from 'hatten to da Bronx." He laughed

"How's Race?" I asked

"He's good. I should probably get goin." He said standing up

"Wait I'll walk ya I just gotta go grab somethin." I said going to the stairs

"Jes is in charge I'm goin out." I called out

"What's in da box?" Crutchie asked

"Get this Race left a whole box of cigars under his mattress here." I said as we walked out

"Get out!" He said in shock

"Yeah." I giggled

We walked mainly in silence. It wasn't awkward silence it was good silence. Before I knew it we were already in 'hatten.

Spot's POV

I walked up to the newsies 'home' and knocked on the door.

"Why Spot how ya doin?" Jes answered

"Not here to talk wit ya. Where is she?" I asked

"Out." He replied

"Ya know where?" I asked

" walking her brudda down to 'hatten." Jes sighed

I didn't respond I just started walking towards 'hatten. All the newsies in Bronx would of had to of wanted her as their leader for some reason. I just had to know what that reason was.

Y/n's POV

I got Crutchie home and gave Race da cigars before heading back to da Bronx. I decided to go by rooftop. It just felt safer.

I got the feeling that someone was close. I stopped for a second and looked around. I couldn't see anything. I kept going.

I started hearing footsteps behind me so I picked up the pace and hide in the shadows behind a chimney. There had been some kid following me.

He looked tough. He had a cane in a belt loop and a sling shot in is pocket. I have too admit he was the hottest newsie I had ever seen.

He turned around a few times and never saw me.

Spot's POV

Shit! Were the hell did she go? I turned around trying to see if I could even see a glimpse of her. But nothing, there was absolutely nothing.

"The hell are you following me?" A voice called behind me

"So Youse Fox?" I asked

"Maybe I is and maybe I isn't." She said holding her ground