- Chapter 20 - Ft. An Unimpressed Race, a Flirty Spot, and Ace and Hotshot annoying the heck out of Race -
Warnings: Slight mentions of injuries, idk
Third Person POV
Race was talking to Henry and Ike, when he heard something.
"Newsies need our help today
(Newsies need our help today)"
Race's eyebrows furrow. What-
He noticed Ike was smirking as he shared a look with Boots, who was also smirking.
"Tell 'em, Brooklyn's on the way
(Tell 'em, Brooklyn's on the way)"
Race almost groans out loud. "Of course they're singing and making a dramatic entrance." He grumbles under his breath. "That's so Brooklyn."
Henry and Ike laugh.
"We're from (Brooklyn)
We are (newsies)
We are Brooklyn newsies"
Race turns around, finding Spot leading the Brooklyn Newsies as they walked into the building.
Ace was right next to him, his arms crossed as he smirked.
Hotshot was behind him, with Red, and Smokes was to the left of Spot, though slightly behind him.
Race made eye contact with Spot, who winks at him.
Race blushes slightly, rolling his eyes as he looks away.
"Just got word that our buddies is hurtin'
Facing total disaster for certain"
Race noticed that the Brooklyn boys were walking to the stage. Oh goodness.
"That's our cue, boys, it's time to go slummin'"
Race was unimpressed, his arms crossed.
"Hey Manhattan, the calvary's comin'!"
Race scoffs slightly, rolling his eyes. "You are literally three days late." He mutters.
He saw Hotshot and Ace exchange laughs at him, causing him to roll his eyes again.
"Have no fear
(you know we've got your back from way back)"
Did you always have our back from way back though? Race squints his eyes slightly as they walk towards the stage.
"Brooklyn's here
(we'll get your pay back and some payback)"
Spot was almost to the stage.
Race turns around to face Henry and Ike. "I might have to leave if they come up here." He tells him quietly.
"We're the boys from the beaches of Brighton"
Henry and Ike chuckle.
"Prospect Park and the navy yard pier"
"I kinda doubt Spot would let you." Ike tells him. "I'm surprised you aren't singing with them." He chuckles. "Besides, you're our leader right now."
"Strikes ain't fun, but they sure is exciting"
Race rolls his eyes at the lyrics and Ike, smacking the older Guzman twin with his hat.
"Loud and clear - Brooklyn's here!"
Ace and Hotshot walk over to Race, smirking.
Race stares at them. "Morning." He greets.
Spot pulls his hat off of his head and over his heart. "Borough what gave me birth." He sings.
Ace throws his arm over Race's shoulder.
Race looks up at him, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Friendliest place on Earth." The other Brooklyn Newsies sing.
"Come on, Racer." Ike jokingly shoves his arm. "You can sing about being the King of New York, but you can't sing about Brooklyn?" He asks.
Race rolls his eyes, smacking Ike over his head with his hat again.
Ace chuckles.
Ike stumbles a bit, laughing as he walks away.
"Pay us a visit, you'll see what we means"
"Come on," Ace snickers as he tries to get Race to sing.
"And when you do
(when you do)"
Race looks back at Ace. "What?" He asks.
Ace shoots him a smirk. "You're a Brooklynite." He states. "Sing with us." He starts dragging Race over to the other Brooklyn Newsies.
Race shoots Henry a pleading look. Please help me!
Henry chuckles, waving to Race as Ace drags him away.
"We'll kick you halfway to Queens"
They're definitely wayyy too happy singing that one, Race thinks.
"Now them soakers is in for a soakin'"
Hotshot smirks at Ace and Race, slinging his arms around Race's other shoulder.
Race rolls his eyes. "No matter how many boys do this, I ain't singing about Brooklyn." He tells them.
"What a sad way to end a career"
"What if it would make Spot happy?" Ace asks, still smirking.
Race shrugs. "I'm not singing about Brooklyn." He repeats. "You're all crazy."
Only slightly offended, Hotshot scoffs. "Says the current leader of Manhattan." He retorts.
"They's a joke, but if they thinks we're jokin'"
Race rolls his eyes.
He had somehow been pulled upstairs, in the middle of the stage and group of Brooklyn Newsies.
Multiple boys shot him smirks when they saw him.
Spot cups his hands over his mouth to amplify the sound of his voice. "Loud and clear!"
Race grins. "Manhattan's here!" He shouts with multiple of the other Manhattan Newsies.
Ace looks over at him, before rolling his eyes dramatically.
Hotshot laughs at him.
"Flushing's here!" Multiple Flushing Newsies shout, holding up their sign as they grin.
Race looks at Ace. "Why did you roll your eyes?" He questions, only slightly confused.
"Richmond's here!"
Ace fake pouts at Race. "Because you said Manhattan." He tells him, a slight complain in his voice.
"Woodside's here!"
Race rolls his eyes. "It's my home turf, deal with it." He mutters, looking away.
He saw Smalls help Sniper up onto the railing of one of the balconies, their hands intwined as they held them above their heads. "So's the Bronx!" They shout together, grinning.
The Bronx Newsies cheer.
Race saw a start of a smile slip through Spot's smirk.
Smalls smiles, pressing a soft kiss to her girlfriend's cheek.
It was moments like these where she wished she was taller so she could kiss the top of Sniper's forehead.
Sniper blushes, smiling.
Ace and Hotshot drag Race toward with the, Spot leading the Brooklyn Newsies as they walk down stage.
"Brooklyn's here!" The Brooklyn Newsies shout.
Ace jokingly shoved Race.
Race cringed in pain slightly, causing Ace to frown and apologize quietly.
"Loud and clear, we is here!"
The Brooklyn Newsies pose as the Theater erupts into cheers.
Race rolls his eyes.
Ace and Hotshot chuckle, Hotshot ruffling Race's hair.
Race noticed Spot looking at them with a soft smile for a split-second, before his usual smirk was back and he silenced everyone's cheers.
Race looks away, his cheeks reddening slightly.
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That's it for this week lol, hope you're enjoying the story (: