Disclaimer: I don't Own Newsies, it belongs to Disney.

Warning: This story contains slash.

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Race's POV

I sat down in Tibby's next to Mush. Spot was sitting across the table from us looking hotter than usual, his longish brown hair flopping in front of his wide, mysterious blue eyes. His smirk was firmly in place as everyone around him laughed and joked. GOD! He is so hot!

"Lo? 'Nybody home in dere?" Spot waved his hand in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Wha? Oh sorry wha ya say?"

"I said, what youse doin afta dinner?"

"O…umm…" I looked desperately at Mush who was whispering across the table to his boyfriend Blink. GOD! Why is he always doin' that when I need him! "I guess I'm, uh… nothin', I'm not doin 'nythin afta dinna…why youse wanna know?" I didn't mean to sound so, well mean but he caught me off guard so I didn't know what to do.

"Ya wanna go ta Brooklyn 'n play a game a poker?" Spot's eyes glistened as he talked.

They were so gorgeous like that. Again I got lost in my thoughts.

"Lo? Racetrack!"

"Wha? O, umm sorry."

"What's wid youse taday? Youse usually the one person who WANTS ta play poker. 'Specially 'gainst me!"

"What is youse talkin bout? I'm fine. Nothin wrong wid me! Just leave me alone!" Okay, yea I know that was really harsh, but ya know it had ta be said. But at this point Mush and Blink were staring at me. "Look, I gotta go…" I said as I got up.

Normal POV

"What the hell was that 'bout?" Spot asked Mush. Mush and Blink exchanged concerned looks. "Well, do youse know or not?" Spot's eyes were now cloudy from all the confusion coming from Race.

"Umm…Spot, I'll go find out what all this is 'bout. Mushee'll stay heah wid youse so we can make sure both of youse is heah." And with that Blink went to the Newsies Lodging House to find Race.

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Blink didn't have to go to far though. Racetrack was sitting on the curb in front of Tibby's.

Race's POV

"Racetrack! What the fuck was that about!?" Ok yeah, I deserved it but really, did he have to yell at me?

"Why do you care?" My accent almost completely gone now since I was mumbling. But not for too long, as soon as I said that, Blink smacked me in the back of the head.

"What the hell!" I yelled as I rubbed my head. But then I got another hit in the head.

"You're being a complete ass to Spot! He likes you dumbass!" Blink yelled.

"Yeah, right. That makes poifect sense. If he did why would he not ask me out?"

"HE DID! He asked ya ta go back ta Brooklyn wid him!" and once again Blink hit me in the back of my head.

"I SWEAR TA GOD! IF YOU HIT ME ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME, I'M GONNA SOAK YOUR SORRY ASS!"

"Then just say yes to goin wid him to Brooklyn!"

"FINE!"

As I walked back into Tibby's, Mush was trying to tell Spot that I'm just being stupid.

"Just forget about it. Race is like a total idiot. He has no idea what he's doin. I'm sure my Blinky is goin talk some sense inta him." I can't understand how Mush can be so calm.

"Yea, I am an idiot." Spot swung around and actually smiled. Not a smirk, a real smile.

So, with that Spot and I were off to Brooklyn, for a fun game of poker.

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