Hello! I don't own Newsies. If I did I honestly don't know because Newsies is just amazing.

Jojo ran around corner following the rest of the boys.

"The paper isn't even out yet," a girl said, confronting Jack.

"I'd be happy to deliver it to you personally," Jack quipped. Jojo laughed with all the other boys as the girl's escort stepped forward. Surprisingly, she reached out her hand and signaled him back as she stepped forward.

"I have a headline for you..."

Jojo smirked as the girl's escort turned to look at him.

"Cheeky boy gets nothing for his troubles!"

Crap! Jojo's jaw dropped as his twin brother nodded at him and linked his arm back around the girl's. Jojo turned and ran back to the lodging house. Buttons saw him running and followed close behind. Jojo ran up the stairs and sat down hard on his bed, his hands gripping his hair.

"Jojo? Are you okay?" Buttons quietly walked over to his friend. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing I just...ahhhhhh!" Jojo yelled through clenched teeth, causing Buttons to jump back in surprise. "I had been doing so well avoiding all of them for so long now!"

"Avoiding who? Them hoity toity folks on the street?"

"No," Jojo lowered his hands from his head. "The boy. The escort his name is Darcy. Did you get a good look at him?"

"Not really," Buttons responded, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, ya can take a good long look now, cause he looks just like this!" Jojo yelled pointing at his face. "He's my twin brotha."

"Wait. You have a twin? Your family is rich? Why do ya live here, with us?"

"My family is not rich. My family is the Newsies. And I don't live with my twin, or my parents, because they're low life scum that suck the life outta innocent people just so that theys can stay on top."

"Wow!" Jojo and Buttons both whipped around to look at the door. "Now that is a harsh thing to say about your own brother. Much less your own twin," Darcy remarked as he walked into the bunk room.

"Well it seems it's time for a family reunion," Buttons said as he almost ran out of the room.

"What are you doing here Darcy?" Jojo glared at his brother.

"I think the real question is what are you doing here, Joey? Or I guess it's Jojo now." Darcy took a step further into the room. "Look mom and dad are worried sick. Please come home. Live the life you were meant to live with a house and food every night."

"Live a life of luxury doing nothing but walking around pretty girls while people slave away to make money for you? That's not the life I wanna live, and if you had a conscience you wouldn't want to either."

"Look, Joey. I agree with you, but there's nothing we can do about it. Dropping off the face of the earth to become a newsboy isn't helping anyone!"

"It's sure more than you're doing." Jojo shoved past his twin and reached for the door knob. Darcy reached out his hand to stop Jojo.

"You know I have to tell father."

"Tell him what? That you saw someone who looked like you? Because despite what all of you might think, I am not his son and you are not my brother." Jojo pushed Darcy out of the way and ran down the stairs, slamming the door on the way out. Darcy closed his eyes trying to keep his tears at bay. He and Joey had been inseparable since day one and now... Darcy was snapped out of his thoughts as someone put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"So I suppose there's something that you haven't quite told me about your family," Katherine said as she walked around to talk to Darcy. "Or is the striking resemblance just a coincidence?"

"Katherine, I thought you were at work. I wasn't supposed to pick you up until noon."

"Well, you seemed a little out of sorts so I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"How much of that did you hear?"

"Almost everything."

"Okay, well, a few months before our parents started having us see each other, my twin brother went missing. Well not missing exactly. We still knew he was in the city, and occasionally we would receive a letter from him, but none of us knew what he was up to...until now."

"Well, what are you going to do?"

Darcy looked around the room and walked over to a bed. "I can't tell my father. It'll just make things worse and I don't want Joey to leave New York, at least now I can sort of keep tabs on him. I can at least leave some money here and hope he uses it." Darcy took several hundred dollar bills out of his wallet and placed them under the pillow.

"How do you know that's his?" Katherine questioned. The bunks all looked the exact same.

"The sheets are tucked in at the bottom. It's called hospital corners. Joey always tucks his sheets in like that."

Katherine nodded as she looked around; all the other beds were messy and unmade. "How come?"

Darcy grinned as he opened the door for Katherine. "When we were born, he was first and the nurse had just stepped out of the room when my mom said she felt something warm running down her leg. So father ran out to get the nurse and when they pulled the sheets back, my brother was already born, just lying on the bed, and he would've fallen off the bed and died if the sheets hadn't been tucked in."

Katherine laughed as they walked up to the Sun. "Alright well I guess I'll see you at lunch and then I'm supposed to go to the theater tonight to review the show."

"Oh should I get a ticket to come with you?"

"It's not really a show for a young gentleman such as yourself." Katherine joked. "I'll be fine on my own. Plus, I have a private box so I won't exactly be needing protection from any miscreants."

This is definitely going to be a multi chapter. I planned to just extend this story but then I was like nah I wanna post this so I'll write the rest of it soon. I got to see Newsies and it literally made my life complete. It was just absolutely phenomenal! Joshua Burrage was amazing and he was so nice at the stage door. Song of the week has got to be Seize the Day. If you've never the show, part of what makes this song so amazing is that throughout the whole song there is a visual crescendo on stage as more and more Newsies come out on stage. For a video look up Drop The Mic Show Choir Camp 2016 Directed by Nick Prior and Choreographed by Susia Ruddell. I was part of a show choir camp a week ago and it was soooo much fun. Okay, it is 4:48 PM MST so goodnight, good morning, and good everything in between!