Hee-hee! Don't kill me! I know I haven't updated in forever, but I've been writing this story out in my notebook, and it's done, so I'm typing it. I actually like this story, so I hope everyone else does too. :)

Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Newsies…in my dreams.

Chapter 1: I Hate My Life

He has another girlfriend. And once again I'm left in the dust. He doesn't even see me like that.

Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself; I'm Racetrack Higgins, and said guy is Spot Conlon. Spot and I have been best friends for years, and I have come to the conclusion that I am completely in love with him. He, of course, has no idea, and keeps getting with girl after girl. Our other friends know, but not Spot. I just- oh great, someone's knocking on my door.

I sigh, and shout clearance to enter.

And whaddaya know its Spot…and his girlfriend. Spot is, as usual, looking hot, and, well, his girlfriend… you could probably say something along the lines of cheap whore.

Spot smirked at me, and if I wasn't sitting, oh boy. "Hey." Hey? All I get is a 'Hey.'?

Well at least he talks to me… wait, why is he giving me that look? Oh wait, respond, Race, respond!

"Er-hey." And he's still looking at me like that, but continues by motioning to his girlfriend.

"This Is Rachel." Pssht, like I care about the blond bimbo that is your girlfriend. But, I put a fake smile on my face and try to say something other than an insult, "Hi." Wow, weak, but good enough. She doesn't even try to smile as she studies me closely, "Oh, you're that guy, Race…something. The one Spot's always talking about." EW, even her voice sounds slutty. Wait a minute, Spot talks about me? What does he say?

"Yeah, it's Racetrack." I look over at Spot, but his face is unreadable. All of a sudden, there's an annoying song playing. His slut- I mean girlfriend- reaches inside her purse and takes out a neon pink phone. Ok, seriously, Barbie just called from a payphone, and she wants her cell phone back. She texted for a few minutes, then flipped her phone back off. She turned to Spot, and said the words I've wanted her to say since she entered my room, "I have to go to the mall, and meet up with Shannon. I'll see you later, baby." She kissed his cheek –don't touch my man! (1)- And looked to me, "It was…nice meeting you." I clenched my jaw; how can she criticize me, I didn't do anything but sit here! "Yeah, same here." Ooh, that sounded a little too hostile.

She finally walked out of the door, and Spot leaned back against the door. He sighed, shook his head, and looked up at me, "Thank God she left, she's so annoying!"

You see, this is one of the things I don't get about Spot. He gets a new girl almost every week, even if he finds them annoying, then breaks up with them.

I shook my head and grinned at him as he sat at my desk chair, "So, when are you gonna break up with her?" Spot shrugged, "I dunno, might keep her till Thursday. Maybe sooner. She's pretty much attached herself to me. But I don't really blame her, I mean, look at me."

I snort and roll my eyes, "Yeah Spot, you're gorgeous." Despite my sarcastic tone, I agree with him completely, he just doesn't know that.

He smirked, "And don't I know it." I laugh and shake my head, "Spare me Conlon, your ego is suffocating me." Spot scowled, and that was just as hot as him smirking, "Hey, don't insult me ego, it's very nice to me."

I snicker, "I should've known." He smirked and cocked his head to the side, then shook his head and looked away. Okay, what was that about? My eyebrow raises, "What?" Spot quickly looks up, "What?" I shrugged, "I dunno, you just, you looked like you were, I dunno. Never mind." I shook my head, trying to get my imagination to rest, but Spot looked persistent. "No, what?" I sighed and answered quietly, "It looked like you were, um, checking me out."

Spot's eyes widened slightly, and he blinked a couple times, "Seriously?"

I bit my lip, and nodded, "Yeah, kind of."

Spot looked down; was he blushing? I grinned a little, "Well, were you?" Still looking down, Spot frowned, "Was I what?" he muttered. I pursed my lips, he was being difficult. "You know, checking me out." He finally looked up at me, biting his lip and looking very nervous. He sighed, "I don't know, maybe. I just…I'm confused, I guess. I mean, don't get me wrong, I still like girls a lot, but I-I don't know-I'm just noticing guys a lot more now." I nodded.

And there he goes looking down again, "Spot, look at me." He slowly looked up, and our eyes met. "It's not like me or the guys are gonna look at you any differently." Then he started leaning closer, and I started leaning closer.

Our lips were about to meet, when BAM! The door slammed open, and Spot and I jumped away from each other. My sister stormed in the room, glancing at us. "Dinner time, Antonio!" she practically screamed. "Mom wants you to call everyone down." She then looked over at Spot, "Man-whore has to leave." Spot stood up, and I sighed. "Not before you do slut-face." I threw my hands up, "How about we all go?" I suggested.

This always happens; Spot would come over, he and Gabrielle (my 15 year old sister) would somehow get into an argument, and I would have to break it up.

Gabrielle rolled her eyes, and stormed back out of the room. Awkward silence ensued as we looked anywhere but at each other. I cleared my throat and stood up "Well, um, I'll see you tomorrow then? At the park?" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "Yeah, I guess."

We blinked at each other for a second. "Um, here," I started walking towards the door, "I'll, uh, walk you out." And this is why I hate my life.

So, yeah. Hopefully I get positive feedback…or not, it doesn't really matter. I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter. Props go to anyone who knows the song.

1- My friend is obsessed with this guy who doesn't even know her, but the guy had a girlfriend (now his ex), so she went to where the girlfriend was having volleyball practice in the gym, and screamed: "Keep your hands off my man!" It was hilarious!

-Caps (Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!) XD