Flip ~ A Spot Conlon Fanfic

Chapter 16: Swimming

Flip's POV*

We all walked out of the Lodging House as a burst of heat hit me like a train. "Ok, why is it so hot?" I asked Blink as he just shrugged.

"Hey, guys." David said as he and Les walked up to all of us.

"I hate summer." I muttered, taking off my grey vest, leaving me in my white sleeveless shirt as I tossed my vest back inside the Lodging House as the boys also lost a layer or two.

"Do we have to sell today?" I heard a boy ask.

"Ok boys. You know the drill. Sell as many papes as you can...and then meet at the Diner because they have fans that work." I told the boys as we all weakly cheered, walking towards The World Newspaper Stand. "Jack, you gonna sell today?" I asked him, smirking.

"I need the money." He told me, smirking as I let out a laugh.

"We all do." I joked as we walked through the gate. I walked up to Weasel, smirking at him. "Give me the usual." I told him, putting down a half dollar coin.

"100 papes for the girl!" Weasel shouted as Morris handed me a stack of papes.

"Pleasure doing business, with ya." I told Morris, smirking as he rolled his eyes.

"100 papes." I heard David say as I sat down on the stairs as he later joined me. "Any good headlines today?" I asked David as the two of us started to look through the papes.

"When are there?" he joked as I let out a laugh.

"Good point." I said to him as Jack walked up to us, sitting down next to me.

"Headlines don't sell papes. Newsies sell papes." Jack told us, smirking as more boys walked up to us, papes in hand.

"I paid for 20. I only got 19." I heard a boy said as I looked behind me before looking at David.

"Déjà vu." I said to the boys as they all nodded. "Ok Newsies. Let's sell some papes." I told my boys as we walked out of the gate, going separate ways.

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"Finally done selling today." Skittery said to me as he literally laid down on the dirt road.

"Skit, I know it's hot, but that's disgusting." I said, laughing as I held out my hand for him.

"I know, but it's so hot." He complained, grabbing my hand as I pulled him up.

"I've never felt weather this hot in my life." Jack complained as Race walked up to us, hair drenched.

"Race, you had the right idea of pouring water on your hair." I told him, panting.

"You think this is water?" he asked me, pointing at his hair as I looked at him in disgust.

"Why do we have to sell on literally the hottest day of the year?" Skittery asked me as the four of us walked over to the diner, walking in as we sat at a table that was directly under the fan, which was going full speed.

"I've lived in New York my entire life and I've never felt temperature this hot." I said, looking up at the fan as David, Les, Bumlets, and Snoddy walked in.

"You know, sellin' papes at the harbor when it's really hot is awesome." David told us, pulling up a chair as Les laid down on the floor.