Sarah couldn't imagine what it must be like to be hungry, like Jack. She didn't want to, either, and was glad her family just made enough money to scrape by. Unlike Jack. There were times when she'd see him, and he'd look so miserable, but he always put up a façade around her, like nothing was ever wrong in the first place.

She had told him time and time again that he was welcome to eat dinner at their place, but she knew he didn't like to do it that often. It wasn't that he didn't like the Jacobs, because really, they were the closest thing he had to a family besides the newsies, but to him it was like taking charity. Sarah knew Jack; he was arrogant and egotistical (that was something she really adored about him, though it could be exasperating) and wouldn't take charity. Not if it made him look weak.

"Jack, it's ridiculous!" She had yelled at him one day as they walked down the busy streets of Manhattan. "You're letting your pride getting in the way of your health! If you don't eat something soon…"

"Who said anything about my pride?" Jack said, swiping an apple from a street vendor. He bit into it and offered Sarah a bite.

"No," She said. "You need the food, I swear every time you hold me your ribs stab at me like swords or something."

Jack laughed, but she could only sigh in frustration.

"Don't you see, Jack?!" She asked angrily. "This isn't a joke! If you don't get a proper meal soon…"

He immediately quieted down and refused to look at her. Sarah stopped and took his hand, staring at him with a mixture of love and sympathy, regretting yelling at him at once.

"I care about you," She said softly. "Jack, you mean so much to me, and you don't know how much it hurts to see you get weaker every day just because you can't get over yourself and eat some of our extra food. Just come and have dinner with us, just for tonight, please?"

Jack turned around and gave her a small grin. He took another bite of the apple and swallowed it down.

"Sure, Sarah," He said. "If it really means that much to you…"

He staggered back as she jumped on him, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Thank you!" She cried happily.

"Yeah, well…" He laughed and kissed her on the cheek. "Just don't expect me to be there every night, okay?"

Jack Kelly didn't mind being hungry; it was something he had dealt with his entire life. He could handle his stomach growling in the middle of the night, and besides, it wouldn't be fair to the other newsies if he spent every night at the Jacobs residence, eating their food and imposing on them. Of course, they insisted he come as often as he could, however, he didn't think it would be polite. Jack didn't think about what was polite much, but he didn't want to give anyone the impression he was only there for the free food. He was another mouth to feed to a family that didn't have much money to begin with, and he didn't want to be the reason Les didn't get what he wanted for his birthday because they spent the extra money buying a little more because he was going to be at the table.

But if Sarah insisted…to be utterly honest, Jack really did love her, but sometimes she was a bit too worried about him. Didn't she think he could deal with being hungry? Sure, her heart was in the right place, but still…

Walking hand in hand with his girlfriend to the Jacobs' residence, Jack forgot all of his thoughts as soon as he smelled the delicious scent of stew wavering in the air. Maybe taking charity wouldn't be so bad…just for tonight.