Brooklyns Star [Spot Conlon x Reader]

It ain't what they say it's what we say

Chris’s Pov.
We were all in the playhouse, listening to music and having a great time. Medda bought a lot of root beer so we were taking advantage of the sweet drink. I was sitting at a table with Race, Mush and Mute. Mute was on my lap as we were talking. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands around my eyes.

“Guess who” I knew that cocky voice

“Oh hey Spot!” Mush smiled. I laughed as Spot sat down beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

All the boys at the table were giving us looks.

“I knew it!” Race yelled.

“Race track would ya keep ya voice down. Jacky’s gonna hear ya” i smacked him up the side of the head.

“Well he’s gonna find out soona or lata my Queen” Spot smirked kissing my temple, I chuckled.

Suddenly all the Newsies started cheering and I realized Jack and Davey were on stage.

“Hey where’s Chris and Spot!” he yelled.

We both quickly ran onto the stage as Jack was still trying to get everyone to quiet down.

“Shut it!” I yelled, everyone did as told.

“Thanks Chris” Jack chuckled “Carryin the banner!” he yelled. Everyone cheered “So we’ve come a long way! But we ain’t there yet, maybe it’s only gonna get tougher from now on” Jack started

“But that’s fine, we’ll just get tougher with it!” I yelled, everyone cheered.

“But also” Jack started “We gotta get smart an start listenin to my pal Davey, you says, stop soaking the scabs”

“Well what are supposed to do to da bums kiss em?” I smirked, making all the other boys cheer and laugh.

“Not if I’m around” Spor whispered in my ear.

“Spot” I gritted through my teeth.

He just winked before turning to Jack.

“Hey any scab I see I soak em, period“ Spot exclaimed, everyone cheered along.

“No, no that’s what they want us to do!” Davey piped up “If we get violent it’s just playing into their hands”

“Hey look they’re gonna be playin with my hans all right” Spot spat at Davey.

“Because it ain’t what they say it’s what we say” I piped up from beside Spot “And nobody ain’t gonna listen to us unless we make um”

Everyone cheered me on. I smiled at the crowd.

“You got no brains!” Jack yelled over the boys “We’re startin ta fight each other, it's jus what they wanna see! That we’re street trash, street rats with no brains, no respect fer nothin includin ourselves!” Jack yelled “So here’s how it is. If we don’t act togetha we’s nothin. If we don’t stick togetha we’s nothin, an if we can’t even trust each otha then we’s nothin!”

“Tell em Jack!” Kid Blink yelled from the balcony.

“So what’s it gonna be?” Jack asked.

“We’re with ya Jack” Race nodded from the ground.

“So what do you say Spot?” Jack asked.

Spot looked over at me. Please don’t do anything stupid Spot.

“I say. That what you say. Is what I say” he was looking at me.

“Chris?” Jack asked.

I sighed. I looked up at mt brother.