Disclaimer…. I don't own any of the newsies, they belong to Disney, if I did own them I would be in heaven…but I do own Marbles and all the others own them selves

Chapter One- Battle in Brooklyn

Now, as you know I met Fighter when I was 6, I met Spot a year later. I spent most my time in Brooklyn I found that it was easier to fool people into thinking I was innocent because I was so young. The entire time I have known the two they did nothing but fight and bicker. Both loved to argue and neither would back down, they were both stubborn. Over the years I got used to them fighting, but behind their backs everyone would talk about how much they were alike and I couldn't help but think they were made for each other.

Ever since Pheonix died Fighter had been guarded and hard. She didn't tell anyone anything, she didn't trust anyone. Not even me, and yet we still remained friends. I would talk to her about how my life was going and she would talk about one thing or another. I introduced her to a few of my other friends. It took quite a while for everyone to get a long with her but finally she earned their trust even if they didn't have hers.

"What are you doin here?" Fighters yelled, and I rolled my eyes and turned and see Spot walking through the door.

"Trying to get some food, what'd ya think I am doing here?" He spat back. I made my self comfortable in my chair and watched as Fighter got up to go and argue some more.

Fighter leaned in close to his face "well to bad, I was here first" she said her blue eyes icy and cold...

Spot glared back at her "I am hungry and I ain't going any where, you can't make me"

"Oh yeah" Fighter ask completely full and confident of/in herself

"Yeah, what are you gonna do about it" he smirked and then added "doll face" knowing she hated being called that, he also pushed her slightly

Now you must under stand Fighter hates being pushed around and being treated as a girl, so this made Fighters short quick temper blow up and she flat out hit him across the face.

Spot smirked and hit her back, in most cases it was against his morals to hit a girl, but he always made an exception for Fighter.

It wasn't long before the were full out beating each other, I let them go at it for a while before I got up and walked over to them keeping a safe distance so I wouldn't catch one of their blows.

"Come guys, da owner will kick ye out if ye don't stop fightin in da store" I said in my Irish-New York accent. Standing as close as I dared.

They separated and glared daggers at each other then at the same time they both said "I'm not gonna go, make him/her" and pointed to each other. 'not again' I thought to my self and sighed.

"Can't ye work it out with out tryin to kill each other?" I had to ask as I always did but knew the answer was, as always, no.

Thankfully Chaos came out of the back with our food "Hey guys" she said cheerfully putting to food at the table even though we weren't sitting there at the moment, we were all standing. "Can I get you something Spot?" she asked.

Spot looked at the food then back at Chaos "Nah, I'll come back latah" her said, he wasn't going to make someone leave their food, he knew how rare any of us got to eat a good meal so he wasn't going to make anyone leave, even if he did hate them.

I sighed and went back to my food, Spot turned and gave Fighter one last glare and left to restaurant. Fighter didn't relax her tense fighting stance until he was out of the store. When she finally relaxed and sat down she started up complaining about him, again.

"Can you believe him, he always has to come and ruin my day or something of the sort" she was still glaring at the place where Spot had stood, "he knows how mad it makes me and gets a kick outta it, I hate every little thing about him, from his stupid cocky grin to his last breath of air..."

I began to tune out; it seemed as if all she talked about was Spot, Spot, Spot, Spot, and Spot. She was obsessed with him and how, according to her. "Evil" he was. It was sometimes interesting, but for the most part it was usually the same thing.

After we finished lunch I decided to go for a walk. I headed through Brooklyn walking from store window to window. Soon after I left Fighter I ran in to her sworn enemy (no not pink) Spot.

Spot wasn't much better when it came to complaints and talking, when I ran into him all he did was complain about how Fighter was being a bitch and always had to pick fights. I swear these two were a match made in heaven that just were to stubborn and stuck up to realize it.

After lunch and some sitting around doing nothing except trying to figure out what alley I was going to sleep in that night, I went and met up with Marsh, we were going to try a new system of pick pocketing. One of us would distract the person and carry on a conversation with them while the other took what was good or needed. We were hoping that we now wouldn't have to rush and the risk of being caught would go down. I headed across the Brooklyn Bridge towards the racetracks. We had planned to meet at Sheep Shed Bay and go through the crowd at the Sheepshead Races. The people there always had plenty of money that they planned to bet. Besides one of us could go under the stands and reach up into pockets as the other chatted. It was the perfect plan. Not to mention the sun was out and the sky clear. Sure it was cold but it was refreshing, and I had my think worn jacket, and gloves with the fingers cut half off, to keep me warm. I grinned as she walked up to me, she was one of my best friends, as my parents always said the 'only friends a thief has is the hoard that they stole and, another thief.'