A Newsies Story (Spot Conlon Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Marlena's POV

As Jack and Davey went out to break Crutchy from the refudge, I stayed back at the boarding house, with the rest of the Newsies.

It was dark and most of the boys were sleeping. I couldn't sleep knowing Spot probably wasn't gonna help us and that some of the guys are startin' to lose faith. I sighed and got up from my bed.

Someone grabbed my arm before I could leave, I looked back and saw Race "where ya goin'?" He asked.

"To Brooklyn" I said, "I'll be back, don't worry about me, I'm a big goil and you know I can kick butt" I said, and pulled away from his grip, waking out the door.

I took the alley ways to Brooklyn, I went to the harbor and looked for Spot. I didn't see him anywhere among the sleepin' boys. Then I heard shuffling, I looked behind me and saw Spot aiming his slingshot at me. He lowered it when he saw who I was.

"Whatcha doin' pretty face?" Spot whispered.

"You know, walkin' around" I smiled.

"Well ya walkin' around in the wrong part of New York" he said.

"I need to talk to ya" I said.

Spot put his slingshot back in his pocket, he walked towards the dock looking over the water and not at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatcha want, pretty face?" He asked.

"I told ya, I don't sweet talk, Newsie" I said "I'm here so ya join the strike"

"I told Jacky-boy what I thought. Sendin' ya down here ain't gonna change my mind" he said.

"I came down here on my own" I said.

"Why? Ya like seein' me or somethin'?" He asked smirking.

"I don't have time for ya smart ass attuide, Newsie" I said, growling a bit.

"Did ya think ya could change my mind? When ya don't even know Brooklyn" he said.

"Listen here Newsie, if ya don't join the cause, soon there gonna raise the prices in Brooklyn and you'll be out of business" I said.

Spot glanced at me, he knew what I said is true. He started to mess with the key around his neck. "There are other ways ta help make ya join" I smirked. Spot smiled and shook his head.

I looked into his eyes and leaned in closer to him, reaching my arm around his neck, he leaned in closer, I could feel his breath on my face. He pulled me closer and started kissing me on the lips.

I grabbed his sling shot out from his pocket and pulled away from his lips, I jumped up on solid ground as Spot tried to grab his slingshot, but I dodged out of his away.

"Give it back pretty face" Spot said, "if ya know what's good for ya."

"Not until you say you'll join the Newsies" I smiled.

"I ain't afraid ta hit no goil"

"I ain't afraid of ya" I smirked.

"Ya, can't change my mind, I do things on my own, nothin' else"

I narrowed my eyes at him, I picked up a pebble from the ground. It was a nice size and weight. I loaded it in into the slingshot and aimed it at a pidgeon. I fired and it hit the pidgeon. The bird fell over. I gave Spot his slingshot back. I felt him starring at me, wondering how I had perfect aim.

"Stubborn Newsie ya know that?" I growled "and stop callin' me pretty face."

"Pretty face" he smirked and wrapped his arms around my waist, before dipping his head down by my ear. "Pretty face, Pretty face, Pretty face" he whispered, sending shivers down my spin. He began to slightly kiss right below my ear then moving across my neck. I gasped as he bit down solftly on the skin near the base of my neck. Without thinking, I ran my fingers under his Newsie hat, slightly pulling down his long light brown hair. He growled slightly as he attacked more of my neck.

"Spot" I whispered, "I really need to get home" he ignored me and simply ran his fingers through my hair then slightly pulled my head back to have better access to my neck. His hand traveled down my back, pulling me closer to him.

"Spot" I said trying to catch my breath.

"Ya killin' the moment Marlena" Spot mumbled between kisses. I laughed softly while I ran my fingers through his hair.

"I don't think Jack will like me coming home, looking like a Dalmatian, there start calling me Spotted Hyena" I laughed Spot left a small trail kisses leading up my neck before finally kissing my lips. It was passionate. We finally broke apart.

"Yeah but I want everyone to know that ya my goil" he mumbled softly, pushing back my hair and admired his work.

"Since when did I become ya goil?" I asked.

"It would be an honor to be my goil" he smiled. "So does this mean ya my goil?" He asked.

I smiled and kissed him "does that answer ya question?"

"I may need more explain'" he smirked, I lightly hit him in the chest and kissed again. Then broke apart for air.

I felt my neck and I could feel 5 small love bites, probably already bruising. I sighed knowing I can't hide this.

I gave him one last kiss on the lips, and left Brooklyn.