- Chapter 64 - "Your Only Alive Cousin." -
Warnings: Joking, blushy Race, teasing and stuff lol
Third Person POV
Smalls walks down the Brooklyn dock, smiling when she sees Spot. "Hey, brother from related mothers!" She exclaims, waving.
Some of the boys on the dock laugh.
Smalls shoots them smiles.
Spot looks up at her, smiling. "My favorite cousin!" He exclaims.
Smalls laughs. "Your only alive- and nice- cousin." She responds.
Spot laughs, jumping down from his perch and spit-shaking with her. "How are you doing, Smallsie?" He asks.
Smalls shrugs, wiping her hand on her pants. "Well. I left Sniper to come see you, so you better be thankful." She tells him jokingly.
Spot laughs. "Well, thank you, amazing cousin of whom I love." He responds, batting his eyelashes.
Smalls puts her hand on her heart. "Oh, you're too kind to me." She responds dramatically.
The two of them laughs together.
"Smalls!" DD exclaims.
Smalls waves to the Brooklyn Newsies. "Hello, Brooklyn Newsies." She greets with a smile. "I have come to visit you."
"Your favorite half Brooklyn boy is here too!" Hotshot exclaims, something between a grin and a smirk on his face.
Rags drags Race out of the Brooklyn Lodge.
Race's face was bright red and he looked really annoyed; his arms were also crossed.
Smalls laughs, looking Race up and down. "You even got him to wear red, I'm impressed." She responds.
Race rolls his eyes.
He was wearing some of Spot's clothes; his suspenders, undershirt, flannel, hat, and socks.
The only reason he wasn't wearing Spot's shoes and pants was because they were too big for him.
"How you doing, Racetrack?" Smalls asks him with a smirk.
Race rolls his eyes. "The usual, you know." He answers. "Hate this Borough sometimes and will smack Jack the next time I see him for leaving me here." He smiles sarcastically.
Smalls laughs.
Spade crosses his arms. "Tu sei il Principe di Brooklyn." He reminds him as he rolls his eyes. "Sei praticamente bloccato qui per sempre. Abituati." He tells him.
(Translation: 'You are the Prince of Brooklyn. You're practically stuck here forever. Get used to it.')
Race rolls his eyes, his face a bit red.
Spot smirks, crossing his arms.
Smalls smirks, looking over at Spot. "You finally did it, huh?" She asks.
Spot doesn't respond, just continues to stare at Race.
Smalls walks over to Race. "Bet all those 'I am not that interesting' and 'Spot would tell you differently' talks make you look pretty stupid now, huh?" She asks him with a smirk.
Race rolls his eyes. "Sometimes I love you, other times I really hate you." He states.
Smalls just shrugs.
"Does anyone in 'Hattan know?" Red questions.
Race's eyes widen as he turns to face Spot. "Can I go to Manhattan?" He asks.
"He can go with me." Smalls points to herself.
Race nods quickly, pointing to the brown-haired girl.
Spot stays silent for a moment. "You really aren't supposed to-" he starts.
"Oh please, cousin." Smalls scoffs, crossing her arms. "He'll be with me, we both have blades, and we're literally just crossing the bridge." She tells him. "We'll be back before dark." Smalls grabs Race's hand, starting to drag him off.
Race would've gotten annoyed, but this was his way to finally get back to Manhattan, so he kept his mouth shut.
"Smalls..." Spot starts warningly.
"See you, cousin!" Smalls exclaims, grinning as she runs off, still pulling Race with her.
"Smalls!" Spot exclaims defeatedly. "You annoyance of a cousin!" He shouts.
Smalls stops in her tracks. She turns around to face Spot. "Cocky jerk of a cousin." She smirks.
Some of the Brooklyn Newsies, and Race, laugh.
Spot glares at her. "Pollo con le mani del bambino." He responds annoyedly.
(Translation: 'Chicken with baby's hands.')
Smalls smirks, looking at him. "Ti piacciono le mani dei bambino di Antonio però." She responds.
(Translation: 'You like Antonio's baby hands though.')
Race's face turns bright red. "Smalls!" He exclaims.
Smalls laughs, along with a few other boys who could understand them.
Spot doesn't respond, a start of a smirk on his lips.
"Bye, cuz!" Smalls exclaims, starting to drag Race along again.
Race's face was still bright red. "Fastidioso ananas." He mutters.
Smalls laughs.
Spot turns to face his second.
Ace puts a hand up to stop him. "I know." He chuckles. "Rags, Bush, and I will go." He tells him.
Spot nods approvingly, his arms still crossed.
With Smalls and Race
"You can be so annoying." Race mutters, letting Smalls just drag him along.
Smalls laughs. "And yet everything I do helps you in some way." She responds.
Race doesn't respond. He knew it was true.
Smalls stops in her tracks.
Race almost bumped into her and knocked them both over, but managed to catch himself before he could.
Slightly annoyed, he huffs as he fixes his hat. Why did we just stop out of nowhere and with no warning?
Smalls sighs. "Rags," she points to behind a wall next to them. "Come out."
Rags walks out from behind the wall, a cheeky smile on his face.
"Bush," Smalls starts. "Get down and don't hurt yourself." She states.
Bush drops into Rags arms.
Rags places him so he was now standing next to him.
"And Ace," Smalls starts.
Ace chuckles, dropping down from a rooftop. "Good job, you've succeeded in catching us all." He tells her. "Again." He adds with a laugh.
Rags laughs with him.
Smalls rolls her eyes.
Race stares at them, his eyes wide. "I- what- how-" he starts.
The other four Newsies laugh.
"Spot's protective." Smalls starts.
Race gasps dramatically, clutching the area of his chest where his heart would be. "No." The sarcasm in his voice was obvious.
Smalls rolls her eyes.
"He almost always sends someone watching over you, if you go somewhere alone, especially because of the East Side thing and Prince thing." Ace explains.
Race stares at Ace, his words processing in his mind.
"He's done it to Smalls." Rags adds with a chuckle.
Smalls nods, rolling her eyes.
Race starts walking ahead of them, still slightly confused and surprised. "What have I gotten myself into...?" he mutters to himself.
Ace, Rags, and Smalls share looks, before they all laugh.
Bush looks at them. "Should we stay, or...?" He asks slowly.
"Stay." Smalls answers with a smile. "We'll tell Spot you did your job." She ruffles his hair.
Bush's eyebrows furrow. "But that's lying..." the twelve year old trails off, slightly confused.
Rags places his hand on Bush's shoulder. "Let us handle it, okay?" He tells him. "You're a good kid."
Bush smiles, looking up at him.
"Come on, idiots and Bush." Smalls starts walking again, smirking.
Ace and Rags roll their eyes.
Bush giggles to himself.
"We have Manhattan Newsies to visit and a Racetrack to protect." Smalls states.
"I'm not weak, people!" Race exclaims.
The other four Newsies with him burst out laughing.
Race just rolls his eyes.
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