| Spot hugged Birdie tightly and they walked back to the lodging house together, with Spot's arm around her. Probably everyone was surprised by Birdie and Spot being together. Every day, you could see them selling papes together, playing polker, swimming, and cuddling by the docks. As for Birdie and Spot, they felt that nothing could go wrong. Each night they watched the sun set together, then headed back to the lodging house to play polker. At first, most of the newsboys thought that it was odd, seeing their leader with a girlfriend. They had always looked at him like a mean, menacing, and serious guy. But whenever he was with Birdie, he was always funny, soft, and friendly. Things didn't change a bit though. Spot still soaked people, and was still the most feared and respected newsie in all of New York. Yes, it was heaven for Birdie and Spot. Things couldn't get any better, and nothing could go wrong. But something DID go wrong. Actually, many things. Including trouble with Harlem, baiting, and tragedy.... *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "So what's da plan?" "Youse hoid of Spot Conlon's new goil?" "Yeh, what about her?" "He'd do anytin' to protcect her." "Ah...I see what youse goin' foah. Good tinkin'." "Yeh, you and da uddas gotta make shoah she's alone when yeh nab her. A'ight?" "Shoah ting,boss. Only one problem. Spot neva leaves her side." "Leave it ta me, don't worry, we'll set sumtin' up, and make shoah dat Spot Conlon will regret throwin' ME, Knuckles, outta Brooklyn......." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Back in Brooklyn, Spot woke up to see Birdie up, brushing her hair. He sat up and grinned and said, "Mornin' beauitufl." Birdie looked up at his bunk. "Mornin'!" Spot jumped down and sat down next to her. He put his arm around her and kissed her softly. Anudda great day....thought Birdie. She smiled and put her head on his shoulder. For what seemed like mere seconds, there was a knock at the door. Spot groaned and got up and walked to the door. It was Spit. "Er....hi Spot...mornin'...Um........I was jus wonderin', have yeh seen my slingshot?" "What? No! It's yeh fault yeh lost it, ya bum. Ya gotta be careful dat no one gets a hold of it! It's a sign dat we're Brooklyn."spot replied angrilly. Spit apologized and left, retracing his steps, muttering to himself that he KNEW he had put it right next to his bed. Spot turned around and grinned at Birdie who was putting on her hat, her back turned. Spot tip toed over and grabbed her from behind, in a big bear hug. "spotttttttttttttt.....why do yeh always 'ave to da dat ta me? Yeh know dat it scares me when ya sneak up on me like dat." she playfully cried. Spot kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear, "Let's go." They walked down the stairs together to go buy their papes. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Yeh know what ta do, right?" "Right." "Knuckles gave me strict orders. Get da goil, den get back ta Harlem. Undastand?" "Yeh." "All right. an' you, Magnet, like I said, make shoah dat some Brooklyn newsies spot yeh, den make a dash foah it. Start tauntin' dem some ta get deyre attention. Don't worry, dey'll get Spot ta have da honors of soakin' yeh...but youse will run fast enough to dodge 'em." :Uh....what if dey catch me?" "Den sucks for youse.You volunteered for da job, youse gotta go through wit it." "All right..." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* It was a foggy morning as Spot awoke to see a shroud of mist outside the window. He looked down to the bottom bunk and saw Birdie still sleeping, looking like an angel. Spot gazed lovingly at her, and then decided to get dressed. It was still too early for anyone to wake up. Spot felt an uneasyness inside him. As if today something bad or terrible was going to happen. He laughed at himself for feeling so stupid. He was with Birdie! He kissed Birdie on the forehead and was greeted by her eyes fluttering open. She smiled when she saw him and sat up. "How long have you been up?" asked Birdie. "Not too long." replied Spot. "Would ya mind leavin' da room? I feel like takin' a bath." said Birdie. "Shoah." Spot walked out the room. Meanwhile, as spot was waiting for Birdie to be done, the other newsies began to awaken. "Hey Spot!" "Mornin' Spit. Did ya find yeh slingshot yet?" "Er..no...." "WHAT?" "Well, it's funny, yeh know? I mean, deyre ain't no way dat I'd let it outta me site, 'cept when i'm in da lodgin' house. It was right next ta me bed and den it wasn't! I have da strangest feelin' dat someone stole it." replied Spit. Spot rolled his eyes and said, "Why would anyone want ta steal yeh slingshot? We'se all got one! And deyre ain't no possible way dat a non-Brooklyn newsie could get in heah, 'cept of course dat dey snuck in. But dat of course is impossible on account of dey wouldn't be so stupid." Spit sighed and said, "Well, if worse comes ta worse, I can always make anudda one..." "Dat's not da point! Yeh gotta keep an eye on it! Slingshots are what make Brooklyn...well..Brooklyn! C'mon boy, yeh can't just always tink you can make anudda slingshot. It's yeh weapon, yeh life!" lectured Spot. Spit hung his head disappointedly and walked away. Spot shook his head and muttered under his breath. He knocked on his door. "Hey, Boidie, yeh done yet?" "Yup! you can come in!" Spot opened the door and was greeted with a smile. He took her in his arms and kissed her.. Spot thought to himself, "I must be da luckiet guy in New Yawk." Part 5 |