Hey everybody! This is my first fanfic, hope it's not too crappy. It would mean the world to me if you could comment and/or PM me. I will be giving most of the newsies girlfriends, so if you like you can tell me your name and which newsie you would like to date in my story!

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"Oy, Racetrack," Mia yelled. " Ya owe me a cigah!"

"Mia, I gave it to youse yestaday!" "That was 'alf smoked, Race, that ain't gonna cut it."

"Shut it Mia!" Jack bellowed "Kloppman's gonna be in here any minute, put ya hair up."

Mia quickly hurried to put her ponytail into her cap. She couldn't afford for Kloppman to catch her, she had no family and no place to go.

Her family was originally from New Jersey, but Jack and Racetrack had found her in an alley in Manhatten when she had ran away from her abusive father.

Now Jack and Race and Crutchie and the others were like brothers to her, and she couldn't imagine any other life than that of a 'Hatten newsie.

"Mia, hurry," Crutchie hissed from his spot by the door. " 'Es comin' now,"

Mia quickly finished twisting her hair into a bun, always the first one awake in the morning.

The footsteps got closer and the door opened revealing Mr. Kloppman.

"Get up, get up, ya lazy bummahs, youse gots papes to sell, get UP!"

The boys started groaning and mumbling in their beds.

"RACE! KID BLINK! MUSH! SKITTERY! UP!" "Geez, mister," Race protested.

"UP!" Kloppman yelled.

"An' don't let me see youse in bed when i'se come back."

He left, slamming the door behind him.

Mia grabbed a pillow and smacked Jack in the face with it. "Get up, Cowboy, you told Davey that we'se gonna meet 'im at seven."

Jack groggily opened his eyes and eyed her suspiciously.

"What's with all this about ol' Davey? 'e knows I'se always late,"

He sat bolt upright, his forehead almost colliding with hers.

"Wait a minute, ya don't think..."

A smirk broke out on his face.

"Hey Race! I thinks Freckles here is sweet on Davey!"

All the boys laughed and jeered.

"Aw, shut ya trap Cowboy. Don't want what's left a youse brains to come out." She prayed Jack wouldn't see the dark red blush staining her cheeks.

"Youse all knows it's a lie, Jack."

"Than what's the rush,Freckles?"

"I just- just wanna see Sarah, I just wanna get away from ya boys an talk to anotha goil sometimes."

"An how do ya know she's gonna be there?"

" What do youse think I am, stupid? Youse all know she never misses a chance to let youse suck 'er lips off."

The boys oohed.

Jack lightly punched her shoulder.

She ducked under his arm, grabbed a towel from Racetrack and threw it at him. Ignoring Race's complaints about her always taking his stuff, she grabbed Jack's hand, and unsuccessfully tried to drag him out the door.

"I'se comin' Mia, geez, why'se ya so pumped to see Davey anyway?" She rolled her eyes and tries to ignore him. As they walked along, he was quiet for a minute, before saying,

"Why do youse fancy 'im anyway?"

"I don't fancy him."

"Mia..."

"I don't!"

"Mia I've known ya since youse was ten. Don't think I can't tell when youse likes someone."

"Jack, I-"

"If youse gotta fancy someone, I guess Davey ain't so bad though. He got a home, an' a family, e's not a bad kid. His sistah ain't half bad either."

He added with a grin. " She is gonna be there to, ya said?"

"Honestly, I don't know." Mia admitted. "I just said that to shut you up. She usually is. Like I'se said before, she nevah-" "I know, I know," Jack said, wrapping an arm around Mia. "If you end up bein' David's goil, youse ain't gonna live it down."

Mia snorted. "Right, Jack. If I end up Davey's goil."

"Well, it could happen, ya know, youse ain't bad lookin an'-"

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."