Disclaimer: I do not own any of the newsies, (though there are a few I wish I did...). They belong to the all powerful Disney.


            "Inferno kills two! More suspected dead!" the boy called out, raising a newspaper into the air. "Thank you, sir. Thank you," he said to the people who had stopped to buy his papers.

            "Oh, no!" He heard a voice say. "Did two people really die?" The girl asked, her voice shaking. The newsboy looked up from one of his papers and, seeing her worried face, tried to calm her down.

            "No, it was two cats that died. The owners of the place that caught fire think there were some mice trapped inside, too," he told her. This didn't have the result he'd expected. Instead of relaxing, the girl looked as if she were on the verge of tears.

            "Poor, innocent, kittens?! Oooh! That's horrible!" she cried. The boy sighed, taking off his hat and running his fingers through his dirty blond hair. This girl was starting to annoy him.

            "Listen, I've got a job to do. Why don't you go cry for the cats you've never met somewhere else," he said, his voice harsher than he'd intended

            "Fine!" she yelled, obviously surprised and angered at his tone. "I just wanted to ask if you know a place I could stay, and maybe a way to make some money?" The girl ended quietly, suddenly self conscious. He's cute, she thought, noticing his clear blue eyes. Yeah, right! Maybe if he were a little nicer! I mean, he just met you and he's already yelling at you.

            Whoa! He thought, noticing her long, straight red hair and chocolate eyes. How did you miss how gorgeous she is before you got her angry at you! Nice going, Spot. "Umm… Down on Duane Street there's a lodging house," Spot told her in an apologetic tone. "If you wanna live there, you've gotta be a newsie. That'll also get you some money. Kloppman, he owns the place, shouldn't have a problem letting a girl stay there, but if you have any trouble just tell them Spot Conlon sent you."

            The girl gasped in recognition. "You-you're Spot Conlon?" She managed to stutter. Spot nodded, an amused look on his face. "Oh my gosh! Sorry for interrupting you! Um, hi, my name's Aleshea," She spilled out all at once.

            This girl, Aleshea, made Spot laugh. Everyone was timid around Spot, of course, him being the leader of Brooklyn and the toughest newsie in New York, but she was so comical the way her attitude towards him had changed so suddenly. Still smiling, Spot spoke to her, "Just wait here a few minutes while I finish selling my papes, then I'll walk you to Tibby's to get lunch and meet some of the newsies staying in the lodging house."

            "O…k…" Aleshea said, unsure about his sudden hospitality. Aleshea watched him call out headlines for about ten minutes before he turned to her, telling her he was ready to go eat. "Were all of those headlines made up?" Aleshea asked, thinking once again of the unfortunate cats as they walked.

            "Pretty much. They're gonna read the real story anyway, so it's not like we're making them believe this fake stuff," Spot told her, seeing the uncomfortable look she had on her face. "It's just a way to make a living." Spot thought she looked content with that answer as they walked through the door to Tibby's.


            AN: I need some newsies! If you want to be in my story, please tell me and give me an idea about your personality.