Same time, Same place - Spot Conlon x Reader

Chapter 1

Your POV

I jump down from the bunk bed that I share with my twin brother, Jack Kelly. I silently go to the bathroom and grab a wet towel. I walk back to my brother, who is still sleeping in the bottom bunk bed, and rinse it out above his head.

"Aw fuck" he yells while getting straight up in bed. I laugh out loud while sitting on the bed next to him. "What did ya do that for??" Jack asks me while drying off his face with his shirt.
"Cuz ya needed to wake up, everyone else is already up" I tell him, still giggling. He sighed "well, let's go sell some papes then".

Time skip

I slap my 2 quarters on Mr. Weisel his counter.
"Mornin Weasel, I want my papes please." I say to him while Oscar Delancey counts my papes. "One hundred papes for the Kelly kid".

"Hey Race!" I call, "Ay y/n" Race called back. "How much do ya wanna bet today?" I ask him. Race and I bet on who is gonna sell the most papes everyday. "25 cents" he said while we spit shook.

"You accusing me of lying kid??" I suddenly heard a voice say behind me. I turn around to see Weisel yelling at some kid. "No, I just want my paper" the boy says. Jack walks over to him, I follow. Apparently, he paid for 20 papes but only got 19. We start counting the papers. He's right, he only gave him 19. "Beat it" Morris Delancey threatens the boy.

"No, he's right" I say. "Ay, don't worry about it" Jack begins "it's an honest mistake, I mean, Morris can't count to 20 with his shoes on" he says while I silently laugh besides him.

"Jack, spot me two bits?" I ask him and he hands them over. I put them on the counter.
"Another 50 for the new kid" I say.

"I don't want another 50" The boy protests, but Morris still hands over the papes. "I'm no charity case" he starts walking away from the counter.

"Every newsie wants more papes" Jack says.
"I don't even know you" the boy tells us.
"Allow me to introduce me-self then, I'm y/n" I stick out my hand but the boy didn't shake it.
"And I'm their brudda-" Jack starts but he got cut off

"Cowboy, they call him Cowboy!" The little boy that was by the older boys his side says with sparkles in his eyes. I smile sweetly at him.

"I'm called that, and other things, including Jack Kelly" Jack says with a smile on his face.
"What do they call you kid?" He asked while crouching down next to him.
"I'm Les, and that's my brother David! He's older" The little boy, named Les, tells him.
"No kiddin" I mumble.
"How old are ya?" Jack continues to talk to the kid. "I'm 10, almost" Les answers.
"Well, if anybody asks, you're 7" I begin to speak to the kid "Younger sells best, and if we're gonna be partners then-"

"Who said we want a partner?" David interrupts me, rude. "Are you kidding me?"Crutchy joins the conversation "you're getting a chance of a lifetime Davey. You learn from the Kelly siblings, you learn from the best" he finishes and I smile at him. Crutchy and I always got along very well.

"If they're so good, what do they need with me?" Davey asks. "Cuz you got a little brudda, and we don't" I point out while rolling my eyes.
"With this kids face, and our talent, we could sell a thousand papes a week" Jack explains to Davey. "What do you say Les? Want to sell with us?" I ask his little brudda. "Yeah!" Les yells.

"It's gotta be at least 50-50" Davey says, still a bit uncomfortable. "60-40" Jack bargains.
Davey thinks about it for a bit but eventually nods and agrees. He sighs and holds out his hand to me. I spit in my hand and hold it out, but Davey quickly pulls away.

"What's da matta?" I ask

"That's disgusting"