Spot's POV
I knew that not all of them would listen to me, but if she does what I told her to do, hopefully we won't have a problem. I glance at her. But I get the feeling it won't be so easy. I turn back to them and whistle again. "Listen up! Wese gotta make 'er feel at home. Who's willin' ta give up their dinna tonight so we can make sure she has privacy?" I asked. "N-no, no! Dats okay, youse don't gotta—" "Sweetheart..." Murmurs echo throughout the room, I couldn't care less, but I knew it bugged her.
"I will be giving' up me dinna, but dat ain't gonna be enough. Anybody else?" "Sp-Spot, y-youse don't hafta, I-I can just save up for a couple a days—" I turn to her. "Are youse suggestin' day, ya don't eat for a couple a days? Is dat what I'm hearin'?" I asked. "W-well y-yeah, b-but dats okay! I-Ise done it before, i-its not a big deal." "Is youse tellin' me, dat da 'Hatten Newsies didn't make sure youse had sometin' ta wat every night?"
"Th-they didn't know that Ise was a goil, cause Jacky didn't want them ya know, s-so there w-were a couple a—" My eyes narrowed. I'm gonna kill Jacky Boy. "What was da longest ya went without food?" Her eyes widened. "Wh-what?" I don't think I'm gonna likes dis ansa. "Youse heard me." She looked around the room, hands shaking as she tried to avoid the question. I sighed. I'll get da ansa lata. I turn back to the Newsies. "Well?" I asked, growing inpatient. A few Newsies stood up and walked over to me.
She wasn't too happy about it, but she didn't fight it knowing she wouldn't win. I could tell she felt guilty. I smirked at my boys. "Thank youse to those who gave up their dinna. I know it's hard, but we all know it's a tough woild (world) out there. We gotta helps who we cans." "Thank youse all... r-really... it means a lot..." I smirk down at her a little. I look at the amount of money we got. Plus mine... we should be able to gets decent bed sheets and pillow, a curtain and maybe... I stare at her a little. Maybe some better clothes... or a means of protectin' herself...
I put the money in my pocket, "Let's go sweetheart." She follows and we head to a nearby market. "Eh, Conlon. How ya doin'?" I turn and see a Bronx Newsie. "Eh Scout." We spit shake. He nods his head at (Yn). "New recruit Spot? I thought you wasn't taken no more?" "He had good qualities, and wasn't being treated right by his old Newsboys, so I took 'im in."
"So what youse doin here Scout?" "Lookin' for youse actually. Bronx wants ta know what ya say about da Strike." "Ise gotta be honest wit ya Scout." I look down and lean on my cane, before looking back. "I'm still tryin' to decide. They seem pretty serious, but I'll see meself tommara, and Ise get back to ya, okay?" Scout nods and makes his leave. "Thanks you." I turn to her. "For what?" "For keepin' me a secret..." I smirk at her. "What? Youse thinks I'd tell the Bronx that I got a goil for a Newsie? If they knew, they'd snatch ya from me. And we can't have dat now can we? Youse mine sweetheart, and ain't no body changin' dat."
Her eyes widen and she looks down as her face dusts pink. I chuckle. "Come on sweetheart." She follows after me and we start looking for stuff. We look at some bed sheets. "Youse sure dis is what you want? We can get sometin' a little nica." I say holding some dingy white sheets. She bites her lip, and her eyes betray her as her eyes move to some sheets with small flowers on them. I put the sheets down and I walk over to them. Her eyes widened, she grabs the sleeve of my shirt. "Sp-Spot! I-it's fine, I-I dont needs anythin' nica. These ones is fine."
I smirked at her. "I told ya sweetheart, youse gonna be treated likes a queen, if ya want da nica sheets, we'll get ya da nica sheets." She looks down. "But..." I sigh. "Will it really botha ya if I get da nica sheets?" "I don't want you ta spend more money on me than ya hafta." I sigh again. "Fine, we'll get these sheets, but wese gonna get ya a good curtain, and ya can't stop me, okay sweetheart?" She bites her lip again.
".... Ise don't wanna bes a burden.." "Youse not bein' a burden sweetheart."
"Youse sure?" I nod, I grab the white sheets again. We pay for them. "Let's finds you a curtain." We look around and I find a curtain that doesn't look see through, I watch her as she looks at it. I can tell she doesn't want this so I put it back down, she goes to protest, but I give her a look and she stays quiet. "What one dos ya want buttacup?" "Da one youse had was fine." "Buttacup..." She presses her lips into a thin line. Her eyes travel to another curtain that has some pretty designs on it.
I nod my head towards it. "Is dat da one?" Her shoulders slump. "Y-Yeah...." I smirk a little and grab the curtain. We pay for the curtain. We could probably find a way to hook or loop this around the pipe that goes across the top of the room, and get it to stay that way. I make my way over to the clothes. "W-Wait! What are ya doin', we got everythin' we can pay and go." I smirked at her. "What youse don't want any new clothes?" Her eyes widen. "Sp-Spot, youse done enough ya don't—"
I move that curtain and sheets (a pillow came with the sheets) to one arm, I reach over and grab a dress. She stops and stares at it. (I know that the dresses I put in here will probably be more modern but I'll try to pick the simpler ones so it's not as out there) She shakes her head. "Sp-Spot no..." I look and see a couple more dresses. She grabs my arm. "Sp-Spot please... da sheets and curtains are enough... I-I don't needs new clothes l-let alone dresses."
"Youse can't pretend ta be a guy foreva sweetheart." "But—" "Don't youse wanna have ya own family?" "... I has a family... the Newsies..." "Sweetheart, ya can't be a Newsie foreva... one day... every will finds out, and it won't be pretty... I'm just bein' realistic hea." "What would I even use da dresses for?" I shrug. "I dunno, but, maybe one day an opportunity will come and you'll find a use for em."
"What opportunity?" I shrug again. "I dunno, maybe a job at Irving Hall, goin' out wit some guy. Stuff like dat." She scoffs. "Youse jokin', ain't no way any of dat could happen." "Ise git enough for at least one. Why don't ya find them in ya size and I'll get it for ya, and if I can pay for all tree, great." "Spot...." She looked guilty. "Don't feel bad sweetheart, it's my hona ta spoil ya. Youse desoive (deserve) it." "But..." "No buts about it. Go find them in ya size. I'll keep an eye on ya just in case." She nods heads off. After a little she comes back with them and we search for a place to pay.
We find the nearest place to pay and place everything down. I place the stuff down. The girl tells us the total. I pull out the money, and sort through it, counting. Ah no... I glance back at her. "I'm a few short..." Immediately she goes to put the dresses back, but I stop her. I look up at the clerk. "I'm a little short... is there anythin' Ise can do?" She looked at me, and she looked at (Yn).
"Are they for her?" She asked gesturing to (Yn). "Y-you can tell?" The clerk laughed a little. "No, but I heard you two talking while I was putting up some other clothes." "Yeah, theyse for here, I'm just a couple short..." The clerk smiled at me. "I'll cover it, it's not that big of a deal." I smiled at her. "Thank youse. Your kindness will not be forgotten." I hand her the money. I pay for the dresses and we head off.
"H-How did youse do dat?" She asked from beside me. I smirked. "It helps ya be charmin' sweetheart." Her eyes widen and her mouth opens a little. She huffs in annoyance, her cheeks turning pink again. She mutters under her breath. "Stupid flirty boy." "Now now, Ise wouldn't call me stupid if I was you. Dat could turn around and bite ya in da rear one day." Her face turns redder, and I chuckle.
"Ya too easy ta tease sweetheart." We get back to our place of stay, and head back to my— our room. "I'll get Gears ta come help me wit gettin' the curtain up. "Use da bathroom and try on da dresses I got ya." "But—" "Ah, go." She gives me an unsure/guilty look before goes and does that. I open a window and hollar for Gears. He comes up and asks what I need. "Help me sets up da curtain." He nods and we figure out a way to get it to stay and still move easily if needed. When we finished he left, all I had to do what wait for her to come out.
Your POV
I try on the first dress. I hated to admit it, but I liked it. But... I would never end up wearing it and I knew it. (Ignore the phones)
I try on the next one. I also really liked this one, but again. I don't think I'd ever wear it.
I tried on the last dress and fell absolutely in love with it. It was the first dress that Spot had grabbed.
But again... what would I even use them for? I sighed and got back into my normal clothes. I pick up the dresses, fold them neatly and place them on a little night stand. I looked around realized there was only one bed, and a beat up couch. Don't tell me he was planning on... "Do I not get ya see them on ya?" I shake my head. "Why dos they not look good?" I shake my head. "They-they look fines... it's just... I ain't eva gonna use em so what's da point?"
He sighs and shake his head again. "Let's get ya bed set up. He grabs the sheets and walks over to the bed which was on my side of the curtain. "Youse not plannin' on sleepin' on da couch are ya?" I asked as he removed the sheets and pillow that were on the bed. "What? You thinks I was gonna let youse sleep on da couch?" "Spot!" I said, almost in a whine. I hated how much he was givin' up for me... He only chuckled as he put my sheets and stuff on the bed.
I went and started to take them off to put his back on. "Eh, what are youse doin'?" He says fighting to keep my stuff on the bed. "Youse done enough for me, youse don't hafta give up ya bed for me." "I don't hafta but I wanta." I go to argue back when once again, I'm trapped against the all, his right arm above my head. "Listen hea sweetheart," His eyes staring into my own intensely. It took my entire being not to get flustered.
"I know youse not used ta dis kind of treatment, but dats gonna change." He pokes just above my chest being careful to avoid certain aspects of my feminineness. "Youse gonna be treated the way Youse should've been treated. So, I'm gonna gives ya two options." Suddenly I was nervous. Uh oh... "Eitha, you takes da bed and I takes da couch or..." he trails, a small devilish smirk forming on his features. Uh oh... "or, we can shares da bed. It's up to Youse sweetheart. So, whaddaya say?"
His smirk grows more and he purposely gets closer to my face. "Am I sleepin' on da couch, or... am I sleepin' wit you?"
Well... frick.