Disclaimer:I do not own Jack Kelly or any of the other names copywrited by Disney and whomever else owns that auspicious right. Though I wouldn't mind having Christian Bale :)

Author's Note: This is my first Newsies story ever, so any reviews would be much appreciated!

This is just reformatted a bit, I think it makes it a bit easier to read and it looks prettier. I've also decided to add to this, writing it as journal entries.

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You know, someone once asked me "Why him? Why would you risk everything for a boy with nothing?" A boy with nothing – can you imagine saying that about someone? I mean, really, how conceited can you be? Alright, so he doesn't have much materialistically speaking; so what? Do you really need all that much? Come on, when you strip everything down to the basics what do you really need: family (whether that means actually blood or good friends doesn't matter), preferably your health, hopefully a place to sleep at night, and your dignity and self respect. Well, he's got all of that. And he has me.

He's so much luckier than so many of the poor so called 'upper class' stiffs, and they don't even know it. The joke's on them. They think they have all of the advantages, and they do in some ways; but in a lot of ways they are living lives of emptiness. They become lonely, cold, and vacant shells without even realizing it. I don't want to join their ranks. I want to be free and open to all of the wonderful experiences and possibilities that are there for the taking. There for the taking if you just find the courage to reach.

Now take Jack for instance, he doesn't have much money. He doesn't have much of a formal education, but look at what he is accomplishing. He's happy for the most part, he is not afraid to dream, and most of all he's not afraid to be true to himself. He doesn't speak of his past much to me, and I try not to pry, but I know that it's been a path strewn with difficulties. He doesn't have what I am so very blessed to have – a family. The other newsies are his family, but I know that it's not quite the same. My family acts as a surrogate one for him, and I am very grateful for that. I know that my mother sometimes wishes that I were attached to a man of better fortune; well, that's not entirely fair. She loves Jack, I know she does, I think that she just sometimes wishes that he were a bit better off than he is. I think she just worries about us having too many obstacles a head of us. She's right, I suppose. I mean, my family is not exactly well off so it would help to make 'a more suitable engagement' as my snobby neighbor Prissy says. 'It's the duty of the daughter to marry a man who could help with the family situation' she goes on; but how anyone could marry for that and not love is beyond me.

I love Jack, I love him dearly. I couldn't even imagine my life without him. He's been so good to me. I will never forget that first time that he walked in through my door, Les slung over his shoulder, and David introducing him as his selling partner and friend. He just smiled his crooked smile and that was it. Anytime I feel myself getting melancholy or depressed I just picture his cocky grin and it instantly rejuvenates my mood. So, I suppose what I'm trying to say with my inner ramblings is that I love Jack Kelly or Francis Sullivan or Cowboy or whatever name you want to put on him.

So, the next time someone asks me 'why him?' I can simply answer "Because I am very lucky".

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