I don't own newsies. This is 'just' a fan fic- written by a fan, obviously.

I DO own Road, though. And the NAME scissors- but not the character, he's really in the movie.

Chapter 1: Itey's Road

"Shut up!" Road snapped as she climbed into her bunk , which responded with a loud creak. She had no motivation to deal with pissy little newsie problems tonight.

"Could you keep your stupid Italian temper out of this, Road?" Racetrack asked. He was laying in his own bunk, finishing the remains of his midnight cigar.

"You should know all about stupid Italian tempers, Higgins!" she threw back without looking his way.

"At least I don't have an Irish attitude, too!" Race whined.

"Yeah, but you do have a gambling obsession!" she spat back at him. This time, she looked over her shoulder to glare at him.

"You wanna start something, Road?" Race threatened loudly.

"Go ahead and bring it!" she replied, firing up.

"I would but…" Racetrack trailed off. "But I can't hit a girl."

"Ha-ah!" she gave a sarcastic laugh. "You're just afraid of getting your ass kicked!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"
"Would you two shut up?" The one, the only, Jack 'Cowboy' Kelly yelled from his own bunk.

"Sorry," they both mumbled.

Someone turned out the light in the bunk room and the rest of the newsies all trudged over to their own bunks. She rolled over in her corner bunk. One girl a whole bunch of cute newsboys. Needless to say, she was pretty happy being a newsie. They were all her best friends. Exceptionally Davey, Blink, and only one she ever disagreed with was Racetrack.

Jack says it's both because they're both Italian .Road think it's because Race is a hard-headed, rude, loud-mouth who should just keep hi sbig Italian nose out of her business. Race thinks it's because she's a pissy hard-head who never understands anything because she never shuts up long enough to get the whole story.

Road drifted into a dream-less sleep as Itey stayed awake, thinking about the cute newsie that was fast asleep under him.

Itey's view

I couldn't sleep. I was strangely aware that there was an extremely cute newsgirl beneath me. Yes, I do mean Road.

She's my best friend. But, I'm secretly smitten to her. She doesn't know, though! So, don't tell her! I mean, it's kinda stupid that I like her, like her.

She does have an Italian temper and a horrible Irish attitude—but she's also got long, silky light brown hair and striking bright green eyes.

But, she's also my best friend.

She's been a newsie here for about a year. I remember the day she came like it was yesterday. She wouldn't leave Blink's side for about two weeks, but eventually she found comfort in all of us newsies and became friends with the rest of us, too.

Except for Racetrack Higgins, that is.

My mother always told me not to force two Italian's to live under the same roof, now I know why she said it.

Race and Road have this routine. They have a small argument when they first wake up, before breakfast. Then, after breakfast, they have disagreement. During lunch there is another quarrel and another after dinner. Then they have some more snaps at each other before they go to bed.

It doesn't really bother me though; Road is cute when she's mad (or as she says, pissed).