Chapter 7

Spot's point of view

"Hey Conlon, you'se visitin' Cupcake taday?" North asked, setting his sling shot down. I nodded, and made my way across the bridge into Cowboy's territory. As I walked there, my mind wandered to Enchanting.

She was beautiful, even though most of my boys think she's quite plain, but I don't just see her outside beauty, I see her inside beauty as well, and this quite shocked me. I never in all my years thought I'd become like Mush, who got his nickname for being mushy with all his girlfriends, and I swore to myself, to stay tough, and never be drawn in to some girl's love trap. But Enchanting already had my heart. She had the day I met her, on that Sunday afternoon. I was only ten then, not old enough to know what love was, but I'm sixteen now, old enough to know what love is, and I knew for sure that I was in love with Enchanting. Then there was Cupcake. She's pretty and all, but I've heard from some of the boys that she's been telling Enchanting to stay away from me, that she was a threat to her, and not to let me see my best friend, whom I haven't seen in two years. She just had to go. That was the reason I was making this trip over to Manhattan, to tell Cupcake, "Hey, it's been fun, But I'se Spot Conlon, I cain't stay tied down too long, ya know? I'se too independent or whateva ta stay in a relationship too long." I knew she liked me, who wouldn't, but still, I didn't like her. I liked Enchanting, but then again, she had Snitch, and Snitch and I were good friends, and the last thing I would want to do was take his girl away from him. I was so into my thoughts I didn't see the new girl Blondie come up to me.

"Hey Spot. How's it going?" She asked, causing me to stray away from my thoughts. I looked up at her, and smiled, liking what I saw. She was about my height, with long blonde hair, and beautiful green eyes that shone. She was wearing the normal newsies outfit, which, surprisingly accented her figure quite well.

"Oh hi. You'se Blondie, ain't ya?" I asked, running my hand through my hair, looking at her. She gave me a beautiful smile, showing off perfect white, straight teeth. She nodded, and walked me the rest of the way to the Girl's Lodging House.

When I entered, Cupcake immediately threw her arms around my neck, and started to kiss me, only to stop when I turned my head away from her. She automatically knew what was going to happen. She shook her head, and ran up the stairs, with me chasing after her.

"Listen, Cupake, I'se real sorry, but I jist don' like ya no more, ya heah?" I said, sitting down next to her. She turned away from me, not wanting to let me see the tears that were forming in her eyes.

"Spot, I thought we's had somethin' special, ya know? I thought we was goin' ta stay tagetha foreva, ya know?" She said, looking at me, her tear stained face showing the pain she felt. I put my arm around her to comfort her, but she shied away, not wanting my sympathy. "Go Spot. Leave now. I don't want ta see yo' face heah again, ya heah? Neva, understand!" I nodded slowly, before getting up and leaving her. I could feel her eyes following me. As I reached the stairs, I heard her scream in agony, and throw herself onto her bed. I just silently left, never wanting to return there again.

As I walked through the streets on my way back to Brooklyn, I found myself asking over and over again, did I do the right thing? Did I make the right decision, breaking one girl's heart for the love of another. And especially if I didn't even know how the girl felt for me. I never in all my life, thought I would have to wait for a girl to like me, never did I think I'd feel this way about a girl. Never did I think. But here I was, in love with a girl that I'd love for the longest time, never knowing that I did until now. Then there was Blondie, who'd I'd had an instant attraction to. Her eyes enchanted me, her smile intrigued me. Damn, she was just plain beautiful. ‘Maybe I should hook up wid er ‘till Enchantin' breaks up wid Snitch?' I thought, kicking a stone on the Brooklyn Bridge, making it tumble over the side. ‘Na, she probably don' like ya. What am I sayin'? O' course she likes ya, which girl don'?' I chuckled slightly to myself, as I entered the Brooklyn lodging house. As soon as I walked in, I saw Jack, Enchanting, and Snitch sitting on the couch.

"Hey Conlon, ya always know when someone's talkin' ‘bout ya, don' ya?" Jack laughed, looking at Enchanting, who smiled at me. A smile with so much meaning it took me awhile to register what Jack had just said.

"Ye, I do, don' I? Anyways, what's you doin' heah?" I asked, sitting down next to Enchanting. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and I returned the gaze. Jack shrugged, and called North and Fellow over to where he sat.

"Wells, I'se came ta see ya. Tell ya I'se hooked up wid da new goil, Blondie. She's beautiful, ain't she? A real angel," Jack said, getting a really far off look in his eyes as he thought about Blondie. ‘Well, dere goes dat idea,' I thought, laughing at the way Jack looked.

"Ye, I'se saw er on me way ta talk ta Cupcake. I'se broke up wid er, ya know. She don' understand dat I ain't a committed kinda guy. I'se gotta be able ta play da field," I said, looked at Snitch and Enchanting. She blushed and looked down at her hands, which were holding Snitch's. Jack got a concerned look on his face.

"Ya broke up wid er? Why da hell did ya do dat fo'? She loved ya Conlon, she really did."

I sighed, and got up, pacing back and forth. "I couldn't take the commitment anymo', ya heah? Jist cause she loved me, don' mean I love er, ya know. She also wasn' lettin' Enchantin' me best friend, hang out wid me. I hadn' seen er in two yeahs, and she's sittin' dere tellin' er dat she cain't hang out wid me."

Enchanting nodded her pretty head, and looked at Jack. "He's right, she didn't let me hang out with him. She said I was a threat to her, and that Spot was hers, and hers alone."

Jack shook his head in disbelief, " I cain't imagine Cupcake doin' somethin' like dat, ya know? She's so sweet ta me, an' she's quite a charmer. I neva thought dat she could so somethin' like dat." Enchanting and I both nodded, and shrugged. When we realized we were doing it at the same time, we laughed, and jinxed each other, causing Snitch to look at us weird. Finally, it was time for them to go, and I watched Enchanting leave with a happy Snitch at her side. God I love her, and if I had to wait a hundred years for us to be together, then I would wait, that's how deeply I felt for her.

When I had realized I loved Enchanting, I was quite shocked. Considering that before I never ever saw her as more, but suddenly, she opened up to a whole new light to me. Instead of the plain girl everyone else saw, I saw a beautiful young lady, just bursting with beauty. I lay in bed, thinking about how I had grown to love Enchanting, and hopefully someday, she would love me the way that I love her.

Chapter 8

Enchanting's point of view

As the month dragged on, I found myself thinking about Spot more and more until finally I couldn't let Snitch go on with me like this, and I broke it off with him. Turns out, he'd had his eyes on Wisher for the past few days, and was slightly happy that we had separated. I had heard that Spot had broken up with Cupcake, and lately I'd seen her quite depressed, even thought Spot broke up with her about 3 weeks ago, so I thought that was a little pathetic. Lately I've seen Spot around the Manhattan area more than usual, and I thought that it was because of some special girl he'd met, but considering he hadn't told me anything about her, I lost that theory, and was content on finding a new one. Blondie and I had become closer friends, sharing everything with each other. I finally told her of my secret love for Spot, and she just smiled, saying that one day, both our wishes would come true, and there will be a duplicate of Spot, one for each of us. I'd just laughed at this, picturing two Spot's standing side by side.

"Hey Blondie, come here. I wanna show you something," I called to her, sitting down on the bunk where Spot always slept when he came to Manhattan over night.

Blondie's blonde head poked up from the trunk she was going through. She made her way over to where I sat, looking at a picture of a boy and a girl about ten years old. She looked at the picture and she looked at me, fascination in her eyes.

I answered her unasked question. "That's me and Spot when we were ten. We took this at a yearly festival that Brooklyn always holds." Blondie awed, and laughed, pointing out how Spot looked like a gentleman. I put the picture away, and went downstairs, only to be pulled aside my Spot. He'd said he'd wanted to talk to me, and me having nothing else to do that day, followed him out into the sunny day, the heat welcoming us outside.

We walked along the streets silent, until we reached Central Park, where we sat down, and said nothing for what seemd like an eternity but in reality was only 5 minutes or so. Finally, Spot spoke. "Enchantin, do ya ‘member da foist day we met each otha?" He asked, turning to me. The question was harmless, but I found a deeper unfamiliar meaning in his words, which made the tension grow around us. I nodded, and he continued. "Well, I'se loved ya since dat day. God Enchantin', or Celeste, I love ya from da bottom of me heart. Please ya'll be me goil."

I smiled, and shook my head in joy. I wrapped my arms around him, and buried my face in his shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent. "Spot, you don't know how long I've waited for you to say that. Ever since we became friends, I've loved you more than you can know. Of course I'll be your girl." I leaned over and gently kissed his untainted lips, a kiss so meaningful, it was almost painful. That was when I decided that this was where I wanted to be, this was where I wanted to stay. I'd waited for this day for what seemed like centuries, and now that it was here, I never wanted to make it end. As soon as the kissed ended, I waited a couple of seconds, letting the taste of the kiss soak in, letting my brain register what had just happened. Spot took my hand, and kissed before heading back to the lodging house, hand in hand.

When we reached the lodging house, we found Snitch and Wisher on the steps, locked in a deep kiss. Spot coughed, which made the couple break apart in embarrassment. I laughed and followed Spot inside, where Blondie and Jack stood, waiting for our arrival.

"So Conlon, you'se finally tagetha wid Enchantin'? Took ya long enough. Everyone knows you'se been wantin' er since da foist day she got heah," Jack laughed, kissing Blondie on the neck. She winked at me, turning her face to kiss Jack on the lips. I winked back, even thought I doubt she saw it, she was busy kissing Jack. When the finally broke apart, Conlon slapped Jack on the back, and laughed.

"So, Jackey-Boy, da boidies be right. You'se an' Blondie have reallay become serious. Do ya think it'll last?" He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist, causing me to stop breathing. This was all so magical. It was like, my life long dream has finally come true, and all in just one day.

Jack smiled, and twirled Blondie around to face him. He started kissing her, rubbing his hands on her back. Spot and I just stared at them, before heading upstairs into the bunkroom. I sat down on my bunk, and picked up the picture of me and Spot when we were ten. "You'se were so beautiful back den, an' ya still are."

I looked up into Spot's eyes, and smiled faintly. I nodded, and stroked the picture, looking at the little boy and girl in the picture. Spot sat down next to me, and put his arms around my waist, drawing me closer to his side.

He titled my chin up , and I looked into his eyes, before closing them and feeling his soft lips on mine. I put my arm around his neck, deepening the kiss. We ever so slowly started to lean back on the bed, until we were almost laying down, except our feet were still on the ground. Suddenly we saw a shadow fall over us, and we were greeted by a very stern looking Cupcake.

"Spot, I was going ta give ya one more chance wid me, but now I've seen you've chosen dat little ugly brat ova me. Not a very wise choice now is it, Conlon?" Cupcake's eyes burned holes into Spot's and he untangled himself from me, and stood up to face Cupcake. The looked of pure hatred over came both their faces, as they stayed locked in an endless stare.

"I don' want anotha chance wid ya, Cupcake, ya heah? I'se broke up wid ya ‘cause I don' like ya no more. Now, please leave us alone." Spot said, sitting back down next to me, and putting his arm around me.

Suddenly I was cold, so very cold. I looked around to see if a window was open or something, but found all the windows tightly shut.

"You'll be sorry, Conlon. So very sorry," with that Cupcake left, leaving Spot and I to finish our business. But Cupcake had ruined the mood, so Spot and I both went out separate ways, with the promise to meet each other at the park at noon tomorrow.

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