Hey guys, one more for you. Now I have a question for you guys. I'm having a bit of trouble deciding whether or not to make this story a romance or a just plain friendship. So my question is which one do you want. We already have one vote for romance from a nice little chat I was having last night. So what will it be? Friends? Or more than that?

Chapter 3: Lodging.

As soon as I walked into the nice, dry and warm lodging house the boys seemed a lot less hostile towards me. One of the boys even went around the bunkroom he slept in to get me a clean and dry change of clothes. I was incredibly grateful for that since I was freezing and I was most likely going to get sick if I didn't get a fresh change of clothes. So you can imagine how relieved I was when I was allowed to change in Spot's room. Even if he was standing just outside the door.

The clothes I got was too big but at least I had a pair of suspenders to keep the pants up and the vest I was borrowing helped to make the shirt look less ridiculous. I still looked like a drowned rat or something but that was fine, at least I was dry. That was one good thing, now all I had to do was find out what the hell he had planned next.

"So what did you mean when you said that pushing me into the water was only for a start?" I asked as soon as I had opened the door to let Spot know I was done.

"Me and Jacky boy got a deal about one of his boys coming to live here and me taking one there so I am going there in the morning and yer comin' with me." He said Stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"Are you nuts?! I'm not exactly very popular in Manhattan right now!" I whisper- yelled at him.

The smirk he had at the moment wasn't really comforting and I had a sneaky suspicion that I was going to hate this for more than just the fact that I have to face an angry Race again. I think Spot was enjoying his little game of revenge a little too much. Well I guess that was what I got for messing with the king of Brooklyn.

Before I could say anything else there was a knock on the door and two of the older boys dragged a mattress into the bedroom. They set it up in one corner and one of the younger boys tossed a pillow and blanket down on the mattress. I guess it was better than a bunkroom filled with strange boys.

As soon as they left I adjusted the pillow and blanket into a way that I usually found comfortable. I didn't mind sleeping on the floor it was kind of like a sleep over. A very strange sleep over with a boy I hardly know in a time way before I was actually supposed to born. Yeah just the usual sleepover.

"Thanks for setting up my bed." Spot said as soon as I was done.

"Your bed? I thought you had them haul it in here for me." I admitted.

"Yeah well, I don't know how a fella acts in the future but I ain't lettin' some girl sleep on the floor. Even if she's anoyin'." He said and I smiled slightly.

"Well I think I like this time period. A guy can want you dead but he won't let you sleep on the floor. Very nice." I said with a smile.

"Come on, lest get somethin' ta eat. Put cap on." He told me before tossing me a cap and heading out of his, I mean our, room.

I stuffed my hair into my cap and followed as fast as I could and let me tell you for someone who was shorter than most boys he could sure as newsies sell papes move. I had to nearly jog to keep up with him and moving down the stairs was not as easy when you moved as fast as I did and add the fact that I am clumsy into that mix and you could just imagine what happened.

You got it Sherlock, I took a tumble down the stairs. Or I would have if Spot hadn't been there. He caught me just in time to help me avoid rolling down the stairs like a bowling ball. I could just imagine how much the boys would love that one. It would be hilarious for them to watch and completely painful for me. Two birds with one stone.

"Hey watch it, don't want ya getting killed. I ain't done with you yet." He told me with a dangerous smirk.

I gulped nervously wondering exactly what he had in mind when it came to revenge. One thing was for sure I was stuck with a guy who was too much of a gentleman to hurt me but he sure was enjoying the thought of revenge a little too much for my own good. I was better off back home just dreaming of the newsies.