6. HELLO BROOKLYN, HEY L.A.

COAST TO COAST, I'LL TAKE YOU DOWN IN FLAMES.

LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL, WE CAN LET GO,

EVERYBODY KNOWS THERE'S A PARTY AT THE END OF THE WORLD..

One month later…

From the perspective of someone who was understanding of the Newsboys, but was completely different from them, they looked like heartbroken kids with the will to survive. But lately, it seemed like surviving wasn't enough.

The boy with the blue eyes picked up the giggling red headed girl and tossed her over his shoulder. They were at the docks, surrounded by Brooklyn Newsboys including two identical Irish boys, one calmly standing and chatting with other street kids as he strummed away on a guitar, a talent he taught himself long ago. The other had been taking up explosions, and now stood at the end of a dock, setting something on fire, and quickly running away.

The explosion only fazed the passerby's, because all the people who knew boy who was now laughing hysterically knew that wherever he was, something would probably be exploding or on fire.

The boy with the girl over his shoulder joined the girl and laughed, spinning her around before putting her down. She kept giggling, maybe because she seemed to be in love, or her friend had just set yet another fire.

From the distance, the girl looked to be normal, but if you were to walk past her and really look, you would notice her eyes. They were giant saucers of emotion. They sparkled if she smiled, they gleamed when she laughed, but they were an opening to her soul when she was sad, creating the illusion that she was breaking. Oh, how she hated those eyes. They gave everything away from her love for the blue eyed boy, to when she doubted that he loved her too, even when she said she believed it.

It had been about a month ago, probably a little less than that, when the girl's eyes really gave it away. The boy was teaching her to swim, and they ended up in each other's arms, literally. She tried to deny the love the boy had seen, but it was no use because as she was trying to avoid him, his lips found hers.

He had sealed her with a kiss.

Now, as Spot twirled Phoenix around, she laughed. The Brooklyn sun was sinking, and Spot stopped and pointed. He turned the red head around and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her from behind. She saw the orange he had pointed to, her favorite color.

She turned her head up towards him and kissed his cheek. Match and Cano tromped over and stood on either side of the couple. Everything was good. The boys and Phoenix sold papers, and Spot fought his way through supporting himself. Phoenix never attended his fights, but he understood that.

Spot felt everything was good too. He finally found that one girl who understood him and knew him better than anyone. He was fighting still, but not like before. That was when fighting was the only thing he had to live for. Now he had Phoenix.

Coal stepped towards Match, her black hair blowing in the wind. Match licked his thumb and used it to wipe away a streak of dirt from her cheek. She smiled, and her dimples were visible. Match loved those dimples.

Cano stood a bit away, and as everyone realized that he was like that fifth wheel, they all saw his eyes follow something across the water. In sync, Coal, Match, Spot, and Phoenix all turned from Cano to the object of his interest. There was a boat slowly making its way through the water, and the most visible thing on the boat wasn't a thing; it was a person. She was wearing a fancy, (and notably expensive) dress, her bleach blond hair pulled back with a red bow.

Match and Spot both called out a moan. Rich girls never went for newsies. Coal stifled back a giggle, and Phoenix's eyes narrowed and darkened.

Spot noticed the change, and raised an eyebrow. "That was that girl. The one who played dumb. Aiden?" Spots head whipped back towards the boat and the realization hit him.

"Cano, dats Aden," Spot cried.

"I knows! Dats why I was confused!"

"She was dat girl! The one in da paper, who went from bein' a street whore ta marryin' one of da richest guys in New Joisey."

Everyone laughed. Either because they were glad she was gone, or because they were silently betting how long it would last.

The sun had finally completely sunk behind the earth and Coal, Cano, and Match started their way back to the Lodging House.

Phoenix and Spot followed moments later, holding each other's hands. Spot bent down and kissed his girl's cheek. Everything was going great for them; nothing could be so perfect.

But Phoenix and Spot had forgotten that you could be in the happiest place in the world, and eventually even in the most perfect weather comes a storm.

For them, that storm came the next day.

Because Spot lost his first fight.

Chapter title is from Hello, Brooklyn by All Time Low. I actually bought the song because I was going through All Time Low's songs on iTunes, & I saw it. I had to buy it because, that's what happens when you're a Spot Conlon fan. :3 NEWSIE FANS, FOR THE WIN.

At the end, I'll tell you all the connections to fire I've made. I feel so sneakkkkyyy. :D

& The reviews I got last chapter made my day. :D So thank you, blackraven88 & NightWriter97.