Disclaimer: I don't own newsies. But Stumbles and Gillian are mine ALL MINE!

As we walked closer and closer to the Brooklyn bridge, Gillian asked a LOT of questions, I know ya just became a newsie, but hold your horses girl.

"Hey Stumbles, are there leaders of the newsies?"

"Well yea, The Manhattan leader is Jack Kelly, I guess you didn't meet him yet."

"Who's in charge of Brooklyn?"

"Spot Conlon."

"Spot? Spot is an odd name, then again so is Stumbles, and Race, Hey Stumbles Can I have one of those odd names?"

Race finally speaking, "Youse have ta come up with one or have one of us name ya, I named Stumbles cuz she can't really stand much in the morning,"

Gillian giggled, "Hey is that the bridge?" she pointed at the bridge ahead of us.

"Yup, Ya wanna meet Spot? Well ya kinda have to before selling on his turf, We'll take ya down ta the docks where he hangs out." Race replied as we walked over the bridge. We continued for 5 minutes before finally reaching the docks where the smug king of Brooklyn sat on his makeshift throne.

"Well If it isn't the dynamic duo, Hey Stumbles, whose the pretty girl with ya?"

"Her name is Gillian, she just started back at Manhattan," I stated. I looked over at her. She was looking quite awestruck at Spot, the notorious ladies-man, Who was actually looking the same way at her. Was that, in his eyes, Nah never mind.

"So Spot, It's okay if she sells with us here today, right?"

"Huh?", good I knocked him out of his trance, "Yea, yea, fine." He stared right back at Gillian again.

"Bye Spot," Race and I called from 5 feet behind Gillian who had been too entertained by Spots face to notice we had started leaving. She quickly waved goodbye and ran to catch up to Race and I, just to fall over a loose plank in the docks and plummeted into the cold water.

"Gillian!" Spot yelled as he immediately dove of into the water to save her. I ran over to where they had disappeared beneath the ocean. No, I couldn't have lost a friend already.

Oh thank the lord, I sighted Spot over at the ladder of the dock parallel to the one Race and I were standing on. He clutched a shivering Gillian in his arms as he slowly climbed up the dock. I took off running, wary of loose boards, with Race following.

"Come on Gillian, Ya don't have Gills do ya? I just metchya I don't wanna loose ya." Spot said.

"Sorry," a slightly blushing Gillian stated. "Woulda sucked ta loose myself. I mean we only just met, and ya already saved my life."

I ran over and saw Spots face unusually close to Gillian's. Before their faces touched I loudly interrupted, "Are you alright Gillian?"

Spot realizing Gillian was still in his arms, soaking wet, he put her down.

"Yo Spot, ya wanna meet us at Tibby's later?" Thank you Race for breaking the awkwardness.

"Yea sure, just go sell your papers," Spot replied, "And Gills, be careful, I don't want you falling in the water again."

"Don't go saving other girls lives, Ok? Bye Spot!" Gillian stated as she walked away.

I saw Spot do something he rarely did, he smiled shyly and blushed.