Disclaimer: Like I said before, if I owned it I'd be a lucky one. But alas Disney holds onto the rights with a strong death grip.

Warning: Oooh, cussing! Lots of foul language in…….Spanish! ..and English. (Or at least Spot attempting to) lol, no but really nothing too bad. Drugs, (did I say nothing too bad? Maybe I was wrong) some violence involving baseball bats, though I really have no idea how far I'll be going into Race and Spot's love life. (if that's what you wanna call it here)

Also, this isn't meant to be racist, or stereotype Mexicans or the like. Besides I live in California, all we got are silly little boys pretending to be gangsters and thugs. It's very funny really, till someone gets hurt that is or arrested, which so happened to one of my cousins, who I never talked to. lol

Paring: Spot and Race, which will pretty much be the only pairing in here. (Newsies used in this fic: Skittery-Evan, Jack, Itey, Bumlets, Racetrack-Anthony, Spot.)

Sins For Thought

Though we like to figure that everythings ok, it is not. We're only deluding ourselves into thinking that way. We like to pretend that nothing bad ever happens. As long as there is not disturbance to our own world of peace, joy, and false prosperity everything is fine……but slowly as bits and pieces of our world start to collide with others, we start to build thicker, stronger, walls of pretenses. Because when our world is disrupted, nothing is ok.

XXX

"Hey, Pinky, come here!"

Life is a bundle full of crap and excitement.

"What the hell you want Spot!"

Not that very often you get the chance to screw up your life by just meeting someone.

"Do me a favor, spot me a five. I need to pay someone back," Spot had come over to the three boys standing on the sidewalk.

Life was just funny and fucked up that way.

"You probably owe me more than the guy you need to pay back," said the boy pulling out his wallet.

"Yeah, well, he's got a gun and you don't, Evan," said Spot.

"Uh-huh, here's a twenty," said Evan.

"You so rock man, if you ever need a high, just tell me and I'll hook ya up," said Spot pocketing the twenty and walking back to the lawn chair on the front porch.

"I'll keep that in mind," said Evan walking off with his friends.

Songbird Court was a pretty laid back cul-de-sac filled with a wide variety of ethnicity. Though, that could have just been because the Flea Market was just down the block. Early morning Saturdays were always filled with loud Mexican music and heavy accents, whether it was Mexican or Asian. Weekdays were pretty quite if not for the loud sound of engines and chatter from the Fair Grounds just at the edge of the block.

Now, Anthony was one of Evan's friends, as well as Jack. Though, Anthony had never been to Evan's home because his mother always said he lived on the bad side of town. What she really meant was: Evan lived on the poor cultural-stockade of sorts. Not that Anthony really lived on a good side of town either. But, there weren't always police cars roaming the streets around his block like Evan's or chickens pecking the ground. No, just random cases of domestic violence, house break-ins, and missing puppy-dogs.

Spot may not have been one of Evan's friends, but really, everyone knew him. Spot was part of this group of young Mexicans, even though he wasn't, who claimed to be a gang. Much to everyone's surprise they did seem to get into many fights and drive-bys were nothing new around that neighborhood. Anthony found this all quite very stupid.

"No really, it's funny because Spot tries to speak Spanish," said Evan.

"Yeah, honestly, it comes off hella funny because he can't always get the accent right," said Jack.

"But why is he the only white guy in a gang of Mexicans?" asked Anthony glancing behind them.

"Don't know, but they're all really stupid," said Evan.

"All they do is hang out on the front lawn half the time and get drunk and wasted," said Jack.

"I think Rollercoaster is the only one with a gun," said Evan.

"And Itey and Raffle-Ticket have switchblades," added Jack.

"So what about Spot then?" asked Anthony as they went inside Evan's house.

"Nah, he's a fighter, both him and Bumlets," Evan grabbed a soda off the living room table he'd left there that morning.

"Have you ever seen them get into fist fights?" Anthony turned on the TV and kicked his feet up on the table.

"Yeah, Spot was all bloody, but the other guy was on the ground twitching," said Jack.

"There were so many police cars here that night," laughed Evan.

"Man, Pelon and Panzon were just lucky they weren't there that night," said Jack.

"That sounded so weird coming from you," said Anthony.

"They were out shooting-up, yeah, you get use to it after a while," said Evan laughing at Anthony trying to say the names under his breath.

"Look, whatever, I need to be home by five, when's your mom gonna be home?" asked Anthony getting up and looking out the window.

"Not till ten, why what do you gotta do?"

"Nothing, my dad just wants me home by then," said Anthony watching some kids ride around the street on bikes.

"You should probably catch the bus then," said Jack laughing when he saw one of the kids crash his bike, "Man he wiped out!"

"That's fucked, Jack," said Evan laughing.

"You guys are real messed up."

"Geez go home already, you're gonna miss the bus at this rate," said Evan.

"I'm not going to catch the bus, someone might shank me!"

"It's not that bad a neighborhood," said Jack worry free because he was use to it and lived just around the block.

"Four-fifteen shows up in a few minutes, better hurry it up Tony," said Evan flipping channels.

"I just want you both to know, if I die, I'm coming back to haunt your asses," said Anthony heading out the door and flipped them off.

"Uh-huh, see you tomorrow Tony!"

Anthony figured he'd made it out in the clear after he'd passed the house Spot had been at. He couldn't help the feeling though that everyone at that house had been staring at him. Once he made it to the bus stop he sat down and just waited. The bus was halfway down the block when he noticed someone running down from Songbird Court. He was wearing a baggy red T-shirt and semi-baggy dark blue jeans with red and white shoes. It was Spot. Anthony prayed to any god listening for Spot to not recognize him as one of Evan's Friends.

Anthony stepped onto the bus and slipped a dollar into the money box. Spot jumped up onto the bus and threw a bunch of change into the box and headed straight for the back. Anthony exhaled as the bus took off and continued down the road. It was going to be a while till the bus came close to his house.

"Pisst, vato, come here."

Anthony's eyes went wide and he looked over at Spot, "No, fuck you."

"Besa mi culo bitch and get over here," said Spot.

Anthony rolled his eyes and went to the back of the bus, "What the hell do you want?"

"Do me a favor, lend me some money," said Spot slinging his arm around Anthony's shoulder.

"Like hell, I don't even know you," said Anthony removing Spot's arm from his shoulder.

"Do you want me to get shot?" asked Spot, though it really didn't sound like he was worried.

"No skin off my back," said Anthony shrugging.

"You're a little bitch, I'll pay you back," said Spot writing on the back of one of the seats.

"Uh-huh, just like you pay back Evan," said Anthony rolling his eyes.

"No, you see that's different. Evan doesn't really expect me to give him his money back," Spot smiled at his handy-work.

"And if I give you money, when can I expect to get paid back?" Anthony cringed at the smell the marker left in the air.

"Stop by tomorrow and you'll get it, swear," said Spot crossing his heart.

"Yeah, sure, you better have my money," said Anthony pulling out a ten.

"Dios mio, man, you sound like my dealer," said Spot taking the ten and pulling the cord, "See you around shorty!"

"…..des me what?" Anthony sat there at the back of the bus just pondering why he would even allow himself to talk to Spot…..he knows people with guns, maybe that was it, yeah sure, "well, fuck me."

XXX

Anthony was sure today was going to be a bad day already. While he was taking a shower today he dropped the shampoo bottle and when he'd been brushing his hair he'd dropped the brush on his foot. Now, he'd be the first to admit superstition was stupid, but he was a closet case so he kept his mouth shut. When he came down for breakfast he told his mom he was going to the library to study for a test. She was pretty trusting of him for the most part. As long as he wasn't failing in any of his classes, she trusted him. And boy was he doing well in all his classes.

"See you later mom, tell dad he still needs to look at what's wrong with my drain," he kissed his mom on the cheek, grabbed an apple, and took off.

"Don't stay out too late!" she called as he jumped in the car.

His mom only let him take the car on weekends or when something important needed to get done. It usually left him in a foul mood because it meant he pretty much had to walk everywhere half the time during the week. He started the engine and immediately changed the station. God he hated the music his parents listened to.

He pulled onto the road and took off. This was why he needed to get his own car. That way he could speed and when he got a ticket, it would be his problem, not his parents. God he loved to speed. It took him fifteen minutes to get to ……..well, he had no idea whose house it was come to think of it. He was just about to turn off the car when the passenger side door opened and Spot sat in shotgun.

"Dude, take off, take off now!" Spot locked the door and quickly put on his seatbelt.

"What, why!" yelled Anthony taking off.

"Because that guy with tattoos is coming towards your car and he's angry at me," said Spot flipping the guy off as they turned the corner.

"Who the hell is that!"

"Remember that guy I owe money to? Yeah, well, he came for the rest of his money," said Spot turning on the radio.

"How much do you owe him?" he was calming down.

"Too much," he started flipping through Anthony's CD collection.

"No ones gonna come after me now are they?" asked Anthony.

"Nah, he only wants to kill me, you have nothing to do with this," he put on a CD, "hey, can you stop by one of my friends houses?"

"…..where?"

"Just down the block from Second Street," said Spot rolling down the window and lighting up a cigarette.

"That's the shady side of town," said Anthony reaching over to skip the song that was playing.

"Menso, every side of town is shady. You just have to know what to avoid in order to "pretend" it's not shady," Spot changed the song back and blew out a plume of smoke.

"Stop touching my radio, I hate that song,"

"Shut it I like this song."

Spot went to turn up the volume Anthony slapped his hand away, Spot glared at him and took another drag from his cigarette.

"I'm the one driving you know!" said Anthony.

"Pendejo," mutter Spot.

"What you call me? Because you know, I can stop this car right now," said Anthony giving Spot a look.

"Nothing," he threw his cigarette out the window.

"Good," Anthony looked over at Spot, "Where the hell am I stopping?"

"The only green house on the block," said Spot pointing just down the way.

"Do you want me to wait?" he had no idea why he was asking.

"Yeah," Spot got out the car.

"Be quick bitch."

"Whatever you say, chingado," said Spot waving a hand at him.

"Fuck you, speak English when you call me shit!" yelled Anthony from the car.

Spot went inside the house. Anthony wasn't sure how long he'd been waiting but he was sure as hell getting fed up with it. He was just about ready to start up the engine and take off when someone came up to his window and knocked on it. Anthony literally jumped in his seat then slowly rolled down his window.

"Can I help you?" asked Anthony praying to god he wasn't about to have a gun pulled on him.

"You here with Spot?" asked the guy.

"Um, yeah…"

"Dude, he's gonna get your ass in a shit load of trouble if you keep hanging your ass around him. Jus' letting you know, kid," said the guy leaning up against the car.

"…..uh, thanks?" said Anthony.

"Eh man, this is a nice car, how much it set you back?" he started running his hands over the hood of car.

"It's my mothers," said Anthony feeling his heart beat pick up.

"Hey, cabron, get away from the car!" yelled Spot coming up to the car.

"Thank god," muttered Anthony under his breath as he unlocked the door for Spot.

"Hey kid, just remember what I told you," said the guy walking off.

"Sure will!" called Anthony taking off quick.

"Hey, we need to stop by somewhere else," said Spot glaring at the guy as they passed him, "What the hell he say to you?"

"Nothing, just that I should be careful," around who or what Anthony didn't say.

"Careful about what?" asked Spot changing the song on the CD.

"Not sure, just said be careful," said Anthony, shrugging.

"….whatever, hey, turn left."

"I'm not a damn taxi service!"

"Cool it man, you're going to get some gas money out of this," said Spot turning up the music.

Anthony turned it down, "Where am I-"

"Turn right."

"How much further?"

"You're gonna take another right, then a left then we're gonna stop at the house with the giant tree out front," said Spot lighting up another cigarette.

"…….." Anthony let out a low guttural growl.

"Oh, sexy," laughed Spot.

"What!" yelped Anthony.

"Baboso," Spot kept laughing and turned up the music.

Anthony turned it down again, "Stop fucking with the radio bitch."

Spot started to open his mouth.

"If you say one more word in Spanish your ass is getting shoved out on the sidewalk," said Anthony.

"Sí sir," said Spot.

Anthony stopped the car unlocked the doors and leaned over and opened Spot's door, "Get out."

"Aw I was joking," said Spot trying to close the door.

"Well I wasn't, get out!" yelled Anthony.

A car honked behind them.

"Drive bitch," said Spot switching the car back to drive.

"No more Spanish," said Anthony driving.

"Fine, have it your way," said Spot throwing his cigarette out the window.

"You're a little bitch."

"You're a little bitch!"

"Fuck you!"

"Thank, but no thanks!"

"I can stop the car again!"

"Good, because we need to!"

"……." Anthony sighed and parked the car along the driveway.

"Wait for me, this'll only take a minute," said Spot getting out the car.

"Whatever," said Anthony anticipating a long wait.

Much to his surprise it only took Spot a few minutes and he was back and in the car. Spot tossed him a folded up twenty and said he was hungry. So Anthony drove them to the A&W to get some cheese burgers. Spot was scarfing down his food and was attempting to steal Anthony's as well.

"What the hell, you have like, two stomachs?" he pulled his box of fries off the table.

"I'm just hungry all the time," said Spot taking a drink from his soda.

"Uh-huh, do you get high?"

"Well that's the stupidest question I've ever been asked," said Spot smirking at Anthony.

"Answer the question," said Anthony.

"Mi dios él es estúpido ……uh, I mean, isn't it fucking obvious?" said Spot trying to keep from laughing.

"You sound like an idiot trying to speak Spanish," said Anthony rolling his eyes.

"What're you talking about, I'm doing a great job, even ask Raffle-Ticket," said Spot getting up.

Anthony followed suit, "Yeah sure and I drive like an old lady."

XXX

They didn't show back up at Itey's, that's whose house it apparently was, house till around eight. Spot figured it wasn't like the guy could stalk Itey's house all day. But really, Spot was apparently a bad judge of character. When they had parked and Spot had stepped out the car Bumlets, who Spot had described earlier to him, had been hissing at Spot to take off. Spot couldn't hear him because he was arguing with Anthony. So, when a baseball bat narrowly missed hitting him in the back and straight into Anthony's mom's car window, Spot was quick on guard.

"What, chingado!" Spot was having an easy time dodging the baseball bat, if only for the fact that it was obvious the guy had been sitting around drinking Itey's dad's beer, the whole lawn was covered in empty cans.

"Hey, pinche puto where the hell's my money?" said the guy.

Anthony merely watched with wide eyes as the guy continued to slowly make his way towards Spot.

"Chinga tu madre bitch, don't call me that shit. I've got your money right here," said Spot throwing a small clip of money at him.

He picked up the money and counted it, "Hey man, no hard feelings eh? Just have to make sure I'm protecting my interests."

"Fucker," said Spot.

"Don't act like that man, you're one of my best costumers, when you pay that is," said the guy tapping his foot with the bat.

"Go already," said Itey from the front porch, his mother just beyond the window inside watching.

"Hey man, where's the hospitality?" he laughed and started walking off the lawn and stopped at Anthony's car and whistled, "Hey, I know someone who can fix that."

"No, its fine, I'll tell my mother I just drove into a baseball field," said Anthony really regretting lending Spot money in the first place.

"Hey, this bitch is funny, I like him. You guys should keep him around," said the guy laughing and continuing down the street.

Spot walked over to Anthony and laughed, "Man you should have seen the look on your face."

"How the fuck am I going to explain this to my mother!" yelled Anthony finally getting out of his car and looking at it from the outside.

"Bumlets can fix it, he does know how to fix cars and all," said Spot.

Itey, who'd been standing at the front porch still, walked over to Spot and Anthony, "Cars baboso, not broken windows."

"……though I'm sure it's not that hard," Bumlets looked at the car sideways for a second, then nodded his head and took a drag off the cigarette he'd been smoking.

"Yeah, but for how much?" asked Anthony brushing out the broken glass from the seat.

"Nah, man you get a discount," said Spot smiling.

"Yeah, it was Spot's dumbass that got your car fucked up, not you," said Itey.

"Which means Spot pays for it," said Bumlets laughing and walking off.

"Pendejo," said Spot flipping Bumlets off.

"Hey man, you're what keeps this group laughing," said Itey also walking off.

Anthony stared at his car, "My mom's gonna kill me."

"Don't worry about it," said Spot slinging his arm around Anthony's shoulder, "We'll have it fixed by Sunday."

XXX

A/N: For some reason I think Spot speaking both accented and unaccented Spanish is just hilarious. Ok, so I'm not going to translate any of the bad words from this fic, because that's just wrong. Teaching people bad words in different languages is a no no. Find them out for yourself.

Man, can you imagine Itey with pitch-black sunglasses and a red bandana tied around his head? lol, it's a funny image to me. Spot and Bumlets are just a wee bit harder for me to picture, but it still gives me the giggles. Though some of you may have a hard time trying to figure out how Race and Spot get together, just wonder how it's going to be on my side I have to write it!