Here is Chapter Two. I'll be doin' shout outs to everyone that reviews. I forgot to put this in the fiost chapter but this takes place a year after the strike. And in my world a lot of the lovable characters, like Spot, are in their late teens.

Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. At all. Which makes me really sad. Only the characters that are new and the plot are mine. Thank you imagination for giving me the idea; I owe you.

Shout outs:

Mighty Lion: Thanks for your review. As I said above it takes place after the strike. Here is an Update.

Chapter 2: Givin' In

Spot walked into the middle of the circle; tappin' his can with every step. He glanced at me, his eyes unreadable before fixin' his steel grey orbs on Storm. His face was expressionless. The boys surroundin' us were relaxed, watchin' Spot. The newer newsies were tense, their eyes flickered between the three of us and I knew what they were thinkin'. The badass Brooklyn leader was bearin' down on his lieutenant and a goil. Storm could handle anythin' Spot dished out but what about the goil? Who do you defend? It took all my will not to roll my eyes, I wasn't scared of Spot.

"What happened to youse?" Spot asked. His eyes were takin' in Storms still drippin' clothes.

"Likes youse don't know." Storm replied glarin' at me.

I plastered an innocent look on my face as Spot turned to look at me. I stared down at the dock; scuffing my feet on the wood.

"Well?" Spot drawled at me. He wasn't buyin' me act for a second. He knew me to well.

"I tripped Spot. Honest." I replied as the some of the boys around me snorted. I peered up through my lashes to gauge Storm and Spots reactions. "I didn't think a little goil like me could push a big strong boy like Storm into the water." Chuckles came from the boys this time. Storm's eyes narrowed but Spot's expression stayed the same except for a small smirk. He pointed his cane at me. "I'd watch youse mouth if I was youse." Spot warned. "Youse might get thrown in." I looked at Storm and smirked. "He'd have to catch me foist." I taunted.

Storms eyes widened, "That's it!" He yelled and lunged at me. I knew what was comin' and I skipped to the side. Storm had taught me to fight and I knew all his tricks. Storm missed me and stumbled at the edge of the dock. "Careful," I warned, "You wouldn't want to go for another swim." My voice was full of amusement; poor Storm looked like he was goin' crazy and the newsies were laughin' again.

"I'll handle this." Spot said, his voice was still cold but amusement glittered in his eyes. He pushed his cane against me shoulder and walked toward me makin' me back up towards the edge of the dock. The newsies behind me moved and I knew I wasn't goin' to get any help from them. I glared at Spot. "Don'ts even think about." Now my voice was cold. Spot smirked and took another step forward. My heels were hangin' off the edge of the dock and I looked over at Storm who was watchin' this with vivid interest. My eyes, still fixed on Storm, made it so I didn't see what Spot did next. I felt a hard shove on my shoulder that spun me around and I went off the dock and into the water.

I rose to the surface in time to hear Spot say, "There Storm, problem solved. I'm so glad youse can be beat up by a goil." Newsies laughed as I climbed the ladder drippin' water everywhere. Hands reached down to help me haul meself onto the dock. Spot was watchin' me and smirkin'. Storm was laughin' and I was tempted to push him in again but I turned to face Spot. "I had news from Harlem for youse but since you thought it would be funny to send me for a swim youse don't get it. I'm a birdie Spot not a fish." My voice was ice cold and as hard as steel. I turned and started to walk away. Spot's smirk vanished and his eyes went wide. He should have known better than to push me in. We were best friends; he trained me to be his birdie and I got my stubbornness and sarcasm from him.

"Now waits just a minute Sparrow." Spot said behind me. I stopped walkin' but I didn't turn around. All the newsies were quiet and had looks of shock on their faces. No one talked like that to Spot, and those that were dumb enough to talk usually left with a shiner.

"What's the news from Harlem?" Spot asked. I didn't turn around, but I waited. If Spot wanted to know what I had learned he would have to work for it. Spot stepped in front of me and glared. I looked at him my face expressionless. "Tells me now." He commanded. The silence stretched as Spot and I started at each other. Spot leaned in close to my face. "You have three seconds to tells me, or you'll sleep in the bunkroom with the rest of the boys." My eyes widened, and Spot smirked. "Three…Two…-"

"Alright!" I shouted, "Some of the boys in Harlem are thinkin' of findin' a new leader. Theys thinkin' that old Red is stealin' from 'em so theys plannin' on soakin' 'em and kickin' em out. Happy?"

"I'm never happy." Spot replied but he had a huge grin on his face. I couldn't tell if it was because of Harlem or because I had given in and told him what I knew. He brushed past me.

"Sparrow?" He asked. I turned to look at him. The smile was still on his face. "Youse know I'd never make you sleep in the bunkroom right?" He turned and vanished in the circle of boys. I screamed in frustration. As the boys laughed I planned my revenge on Spot Conlon.

There is Chapter 2. What do you think so far? What are your favorite parts? Favorite characters? Please review and let me know. If you would like to see some of your favorite characters FROM THE MOVIE tell me in a review and I will work them into the story.