Same time, Same place - Spot Conlon x Reader

Chapter 4

"I'll take Harlem!" Kid Blink yells

"I got Midtown!" Race speaks up

I take the Battery" Mush says

"I got the Bronx!" Crutchy speaks while 'walking' off.

"Bumlets, Specs and Skittery, you take Queens" Jack orders them and they also walk off.

"Pie Eater, Snoddy, Snipeshooter, you guys take the East Side!" I say to them.

"Alright, who takes Brooklyn?" Jack carefully asks. Everyone looks away, not wanting to look at his eyes.  "Fuck no" I mutter.

Jack sights and says "alright, Boots, Davey, y/n, and me will take Brooklyn" I slap his arm. No way in hell I'm going to Brooklyn.

"I'm not going to Brooklyn Jackie" I say to him.
"Come on y/n, you're very good at convincing people. And we need Spot to join"

"Fine, but I won't be happy"

In that moment, a reporter walks in and starts talking to David. Then Jack joins the conversation. I start walking over to them and hear him ask to Jack: "are you scared? You're going up against the most powerful man in New York."

"Can't you see, he's trembelin in his boots" I answered him. Jack smirks at me and introduces me to the reporter, named Denton.

"Keep me informed" Denton says while getting up and getting his jacket.
"So, are our names gonna be in the papes?" Jack asks him.

"Any objections?"

"As long as you get it right." Jack begins
"Jack Kelly, and my sibling y/n" I smile at him.

Time skip to when they get to Brooklyn

We walk over the dock, where boys are jumping around. The Brooklyn newsies. I look around for Spot, but I don't see him.

"Well if it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick" I hear a voice say behind us. There's Spot, sitting on top of a pile of crates. Of course he needs to make his dramatic entrance...

"So, you moved up in the world Spot. Got a river view and everything" Jack says to him.
Spot jumps down from the crates. With his ridiculous pimp cane in is hand, like he's ready to hit someone with it.

Spot and Jack spit shake while I lean back against a pole, already annoyed.

"Nice to see you again y/n" Spot says full sarcasm. "Can't say the same about you Conlon" I spit back.

He turns back to Boots "Hey Boots, how's it rolling? He asks

"Got ya some real nice shooters Spot" Boots hand over some marbles. Spot takes one and grabs his slingshot. He places the marble inside it and shoots a bottle with it.

"I've been hearing things from little birds. Things from Harlem, Queens, all over. They've been chirpin in my ear, telling me your newsies is playing like they goin on strike"

"Yeah, well, we is" I say to him, getting closer to his face to look more intimidating.

"And we're not playing, we are going on strike" Davey speaks up.

Spot walks over to him and gets close to his face "oh yeah? Yeah?" He's trying to scare him and silently laugh at that. He's not that scary as he may seen.

"Yeah" I say strongly.

"What are you Kelly? Have you become some kind of walking mouth?" Spot asks me.

"Yeah" My brother begins "a mouth with a brain, and you'll let them speak if you have half of one"

"We started the strike, and we can't do it alone. So we're rounding up all the newsies in New York" I tell Spot

"Yeah, so they told me. What did they tell you?"

"They is waiting to see what Spot Conlon is doing" David speaks up "you're the key. Spot Conlon is the most respectful and famous Newsie in all of New York, and probably everywhere else. And if Spot Conlon joins the strike, then we'll be unstoppable" I roll my eyes at Daveys little speech

"You gotta join us, well, you gotta!" David continues.

"Yeah, you're right, brains. But I got brains too, and more than just half of one." Spot starts talking "how do I know you punks won't run the first time some goon comes at ya with a club. How do I know you got what it takes to win?"

"Cause I'm telling you Spot" I say "for once dont be so stubborn and actually listen"

Spot looks me up and down, his eyes met mine for a second. It made me feel weird.

"That ain't good enough, Kelly's. You gotta show me"

"Well, what should we do then? Be clear for once Conlon" I demand. He comes close to me, close enough for him to whisper something that only I could hear: "Meet me, same time, same place." I give him a small smile before backing away.

"Get outta here"