Authors note: Well I lost my other account information so I'm going to be starting all over again.. I hope you enjoy this newsies fanfiction

It seemed like I ran into him all the time. His cocky smirk pissing me off each time he bumped into me. I did not understand how girls were falling all over themselves over him. He didn't seem like he was that great of a guy. Actually he seemed like a womanizer. This day was the same like all others I was on my way to get a paper for my mother when he bumped into me again.

'cuse me miss' he smirked.

All I did was roll my eyes and kept on walking. Sure he was a newsboy but there was no way I was going to buy a paper from him.

"You'se will want me. Dey all wants me." I overheard him mumble as I continued walking. God why did he have to act like he was a king or something. As I made my way down the street I finally saw another newsboy. He didn't have an arrogant smirk nor was he to bad looking. Actually he was kind of cute. But I was on a mission in Brooklyn, finding my brother and Alex was the only reason why we came to America.

"Excuse me." I stated coming up to him, "I would like to buy a paper."

"Dat would be one penny miss." He smiled at me while pulling out a newspaper. I pulled out the five dollar bill that my mother had given me and handed it to the boy. His jaw dropped then he had a look of disappointment on his face. "I'se don't have change for dis ma'am."

"Don't worry about it. You keep the change." I smiled at the look of shock on his face and began to walk away.

"Hey! Wait a minute." I heard him shout at me. I stopped and turned around as he came running up to me. "Are you'se da goil dat buys a pape from different newsies den lets dem keep da change outta a five?"

"Yep that's me. Why? Am I doing something wrong?" I asked beginning to feel a little nervous. My mother and I knew that Seamus was a newsie in Brooklyn but we were not sure how much he had changed, so my mom gives me five dollars everyday to buy a newspaper and tells me to let the newsboys keep the change.

"Naw but da boys really appreciate it. you'se give us a reason ta want ta sell papes. Da name is Demon by da way." He grinned at my expression.

"Well Demon they call me Angel." I smiled back at him and began to walk away.

"Nice ta meet ya Angel." I heard him yell at me. But I just kept on walking, I ad to get home to my mother. We had just gotten to America from Ireland in hopes of finding my older brother Seamus Conlon. Seamus had come to America almost two years ago but I still missed him like crazy. All we knew was that he was staying somewhere in Brooklyn. The whole time we were in Ireland we only received one letter from him with no return address on it. After that there were no more letters I was beginning to think that my brother was dead. When Seamus left he was fifteen and I was fourteen. We weren't that far apart in age and we always got along unless we were arguing about who was a better fighter. I finally made it back to the house and went inside.

"Any sign of Seamus?" My mother asked hopefully. She really missed her son and would do anything to get him to come back home.

"No mom but I met a real nice boy today."

"Sam you are not here to meet boys. you are here to help find your brother. You know your father died of a heart attack when he thought Seamus died."

"I know mom but Seamus didn't have to run off and abandon us. We had a good life. What on earth was he running from?"

"I don't know Sam, maybe he will tell us when we find him."

"You mean if we find him." I mumbled under my breath as I ran up the stairs into my room. I still remember the day Seamus left he claimed he was going to a friends house and he would be right back. That night me and my parents searched all over the neighborhood but there was no sign of Seamus. I thought he had been killed so I would cry myself to sleep for six months until we got a letter from him. I still keep the letter in my pocket today.

It reads:

Deah family,

as you'se all knows I'se aint in Ireland anymore. i'se caught a boat to America wit Alexander Meyers dat kid i'se was always with. right now i'se in Brooklyn new York struggling to make a living as a newsie and Alex is in Manhattan he's got a nickname now in 'hattan dey all call him Mush now cause he gets all mushy and poetic in front of goils.

forever Seamus

I read the letter over and over to myself before folding it up and putting it back in my pocket. Why had I not noticed that before Alex is also a newsie but a Manhattan newsie that goes by mush. All I have to do is find the Manhattan newsboys lodging house and ask for him. But it was late and I needed sleep I would ask Demon for help tomorrow and maybe just maybe he would lead me to Alex. then I would be reunited with Seamus. But I'm still not sure what I am going to do when I see Seamus. Don't know if I'm going to hug him or beat him.. Only time will tell.

I spent the entire night tossing and turning. Ever since Seamus walked out on us I have had these reoccurring nightmares. Yet I would always manage to wake up screaming his name dripping in sweat. How dare he leave us the way he did. He knew we loved him and would be worried about him but he didn't care all he cared about was himself.