- Chapter 35 - Dozy Sleeps and Trips trips lol -
Warnings: Mentions of throwing up and blood, but nothing that bad other than slight annoyance
Third Person POV
Spot walks into one of the Brooklyn Lodge bunk rooms, flicking on a light. "Get up, ya bums!" He shouts. "Time to carry the banner!"
He got a good amount of groans in response.
However, Cloth and Ace were two Newsies who quickly got up.
Spot smirks. They know what happens if you don't get up. "Get up before I throw you in the water!" He shouts. "There's no warnings other than this today!"
The vast majority of the Newsies in the room got up because of their warning.
Ace had picked Smokes up and was carrying him to the bathroom so they could get ready.
Red was pulling Hotshot and Dice out of bed because he knew they hated the water wake-up calls.
Spot smacks the bed frame of the bunk that Stitch was sleeping in. "Get up, idiot!" He shouts. "You're the only one I can't throw in the water." He grumbles, walking off.
Stitch was shaken awake at the pimp-cane hitting the bed frame and he looked really confused.
Rags softly gestures for him to get up, gesturing over to Spot as if warning him.
Stitch nods, rubbing his eyes as he gets up.
Rags guides the nine-year-old boy to the bathroom to get ready.
Stitch was a nine-year-old and mute Newsie who had been dropped off at the Lodge on day when he was three with something done bad for his throat and vocal chords.
He hadn't been able to talk since, but he didn't mind since he liked to sew and stuff.
Spot looks around the bunk room. Who isn't awake? He thinks to himself, before his eyes land on a sleeping Newsie.
Dozy.
(A/N, sorry, these names are getting so bad lol.)
He was known for being a sleepy Newsie and he was usually one Spot had to throw into the water to wake him up.
Spot smirks to himself, picking up the sleeping boy.
He wasn't light, per say, but he wasn't heavy. Dozy was a pretty good weight, especially for being a Newsie.
Spot carefully carries Dozy outside, gathering a crowd of Newsies to watch.
Spot stands by the edge of the dock, counting to three silently, before throwing the sleeping boy into the water.
A screech could be heard from him, sending all of the Newsies watching into laughter.
Dozy comes up in the water, glaring at Spot because he knew he was the one who threw him into the water.
Spot smirks at him,
Dozy rolls his eyes, swimming over to the side of the dock and hoisting himself out of the water. He sits on the edge, squeezing out his clothes. "I hate you." He grumbles.
"Love you too." Spot responds, placing Dozy's dry hat on the ground next to him.
Dozy looks at the hat, before glaring up at Spot again. "You saved my hat, but nothing else?" He asks him, annoyed.
Spot smirks, crossing his arms. "Yes." He answers.
Dozy rolls his eyes, grabbing the hat and standing up. "At least I don't have to shower today." He mutters.
Spot leans closer to him for a second, before quickly moving away. "Uh, no." He chuckles sarcastically. "You smell horrible, go shower." He tells him.
Dozy rolls his eyes, walking back into the Brooklyn Lodge.
Spot waves at the fifteen-year-old, laughing to himself.
Ace stands next to him. "Good morning." He smiles.
Spot looks over at him. "Morning, Ace." He greets.
"How are you this morning?" Ace asks curiously.
"I'm alright." Spot answers. "You?" He asks.
Ace shrugs.
Spot looks around for a moment, before looking at him. "Can you go remind them that we only have ten minutes left till we have to be at the Distribution center?" He asks his Second in Command.
The blonde-haired Brooklyn Second nods, walking into the Lodge.
Spot smiles to himself as he looks over the water. He always liked the view in the morning.
Spot slips his pimp-cane back into his belt-loop.
He heard chaos and shouting from inside the Brooklyn Lodge, causing him to groan softly.
Alright. It's time to go lead my Newsies.
Spot turns and starts walking into the Brooklyn Lodge.
"Hey! Shut your traps or you're getting thrown into the water and no one is waiting for you to get dry! I don't care if you sell in wet clothes!" (Which is a lie.)
And just like that, all of the Brooklyn Newsies were silent.
Later in the day
"Smokes!" Spot calls from his perch.
The Brooklyn Third looks up at him, along with Spade and Pebbles, who he had been speaking with. "Yes, Spot?" Smokes asks.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Spot asks.
Usually, he'd be smirking as he asked this, but he was genuinely worried about Ace at the moment.
Smokes' cheeks reddened slightly. "He's-" his voice cracks, causing the color of his cheeks to darken. "he's at Sheepshead." He informs Spot.
Slightly confused by this answer, Spot looks at him, his head titled to the side slightly. "Why?" He asks.
Smokes shrugs. "Something about betting with Race, talking to him about something, and having an interaction with him that isn't all teasing him and throwing him off of the dock." He explains.
Spot nods. "Alright. Can someone let me know when he's back?" He asks.
Smokes nods. "We'll go ask DD and Catch." He states.
Spot nods. "Thanks, Smokes."
Smokes nods again, walking off with Pebbles and Spade.
Spot's eyebrows furrow slightly. What could Ace want to talk to Race about? He wonders.
Spot shrugs it off. It's probably nothing.
He looks around, enjoying the quiet that was unusual in his Borough.
And like usual, it didn't last long.
"Spot!"
Spot almost groans. "Yes?!" He shouts back.
"Trips tripped and is bleeding a lot and Mallie almost threw up because he doesn't like blood!"
Spot sighs deeply to himself. "Alright, I'm coming!" He shouts back, swinging his legs over the side of his perch and starting to climb down.
"How did Trips get hurt?" Spot heard Cloths shout as he ran to grab bandages.
"He fell off of the side of the Lodge!"
Spot closes his eyes as he stops climbing for a second. He exhales slowly. Why- how- what- guys-
"He was dared." Rags mutters as he walks away from Trips, helping a sick looking Mallie walk.
Spot sighs deeply to himself.
Of course he was.
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