Author's Note: I am actually writing something and I plan to finish this too!  I'm so proud of myself!  I know you are too, Jess, lol.  Also if you have a better idea for the title, PLEASE let me know!!!

Disclaimer: I own none of the Newsies; I can only ask Santa Claus for that :(.  I am Kristen but the character technically belongs to Hica Lynn and Jess also belongs to her.  The only reason I am using them is because I ASKED HER if I could use them! :)

Chapter One

Racetrack Higgins lay there on his bed almost asleep.  He was playing with her hair as he always did even though she was fast asleep in his arms.  This was the first time they had ever really slept together.  As he lay there, he let his thoughts dwell upon earlier that day.

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"Hey Kris!" Racetrack yelled down the street as he saw Kristen Anderson walking towards the distribution center.  She turned her attention towards him smiling and walked over to him.

"How are ya, Race?" she asked, but not before kissing him on the cheek and hugging him.  She loved him so much that she wouldn't give up her Saturday off for anything but to be with him.

"Just splendid, Kris!  You wanna come wit' me ta sell me papes taday?" he asked her, wildly hoping for an answer of yes.  He was praying that they could spend the whole day together, and maybe even the night.

Kristen just smiled at his question and jokingly shook her head.  "Of course I'd love to come with you, Race.  Why wouldn't I?" Race smiled at this and put his arm out for her to take.  She wrapped her own arm around his and they strolled off to go sell.

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After Kristen and Racetrack had sold all fifty of his papers, they walked down towards the Manhattan Lodging House where Race had lived most of his life.

The day was still rather young; only about 4 o' clock in the afternoon.  All of the other newsies were still out selling.  Racetrack realized this and figured that they wouldn't be home until seven or eight at night.  He used this information to his advantage and invited Kristen into the house.

"Race, I don't know.  Isn't this a little…risky?" Kristen pulled back away from the house and looked at him.

Race just laughed and put his arm around her waist, comforting her.  "It's a'ight.  Kloppman isn't even here right now.  C'mon."  He walked her slowly over to the door and opened it, leading her inside.

Kristen turned around to face him and gave him a look revealing that she was scared to even be in the house.  Of course, no girls were allowed in there, except for Jess of course.  Kloppman didn't take a liking to the fact of girls and guys being 'together' at their age; especially in his house.  He couldn't do anything about Jess, though.  He just started to ignore her presence since he was tired of her and Jack's arguments about it.

"Ya once said ya trusted me.  Do ya still?"  Race pulled her closer and looked at her with dangerous pleading eyes.

"Of course I trust you, Race.  I just don't think we should be in here.  I mean—" she didn't have time to finish her sentence since Race had just pulled her up the stairs and flung her onto his bed.

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Now Race just hugged her and kept playing with her hair, still thinking about that day.  He let out a sigh and kissed her forehead.  It was nearing six-thirty; the guys would be coming home soon.  He didn't want to wake her up though.  She looked so peaceful sleeping there in his arms.  He thought she looked like an angel; a smile sat upon her face, a warm glow seemed to be cast around her, he thought that this was the only--

Just then, to Race's surprise, Jess and Jack walked into the room.