This chapter should be REALLY long.

No kidding.

A fun one as well.

Grawr-rawr

Newsies Again

Chapter Ten;;

The Big Night

The next day, everyone at Manhattan slept in at least until noon. Everyone was exhausted, even if it was just from not working. Once you fall out of a habit, you start to lag, and then get tired from doing nothing. Life was weird like that.

I got up around noon, got out of bed and sat on the floor by our bed for a few minutes.

I hadn't planned on having this big love affair happening when I found out where I was. Like I said, I thought I was a Brooklyn girl. At home I had been, obviously showing my love all over my school things. But here I was, stuck between Skittery and Spot, unable to figure out who I loved more. I mean... they both had lovely (did I really just think that word?) qualities that made both of them irresistible to me, but... if only they were squashed together!! Spottery!!!

My thoughts were interrupted as the boys started to wake up, all groaning, even though they had gotten hours more sleep then they'd usually get.

We all started to get ready slowly, although I could feel the excitement buzzing in the air. Tonight was the night. Manhattan, Brooklyn, The Bronx, Queens and Staten Island were all meeting at Medda's to have the rally tonight. I really didn't know if they were all going to fit in there; it actually looked pretty small on the TV...

We all trudged over to Tibby's to eat, although maybe half of us didn't have a full meal. The strike was taking a toll on us. Sure, the strike fund was supposed to help, but it did little to nothing. Nobody was giving any money to us. Who'd want to, after all?? It's not like we'd win. Ha, we'd show them.

I was in a daze for pretty much the whole day. We didn't do much, really. Jack had told us to "weah out best" earlier, and I was absolutely baffled by what that meant. Newsies didn't really have that great of clothing, especially girls.

I asked Jack what I was supposed to do and he shrugged before an idea lit my brain. Sarah had clothing, and I was pretty sure that if- Woah, woah, woah. What had she worn to the rally? Something that made her look like Little Bo-Peep, that's what. I changed my mind. What I had would be good enough.

The seconds ticked by until it was almost time to go. Everyone was hurrying, being last minute as most guys were. Everyone looked great. And then there was me. Man, I looked like... well, a normal me. Even Danielle and Reanna somehow looked better the I did! Might as well live with it...

Everyone was ready by the time Brooklyn showed up. Brooklyn and Manhattan were going an hour or so before everyone else, to get everything set up, so Brooklyn was going to swing by and sort of "pick us up" then head to Medda's.

Brooklyn definitely was huge. A good thirty boys at least. I had heard from someone, thinking back I though maybe Boots, that Brooklyn was the largest borough in all of New York.

Spot smirked when I walked over to him. He definitely looked great. He had his dark hat on, his dark blue button up, half way buttoned up, red suspenders, dark brown pants, and cane. Boy did he look like a King. Of New York, that is.

"Well youse really got dressed up." Spot chuckled, looking me up and down.

"I've been her a couple of days, Spot. I have one outfit." I rolled my eyes as I walked at his side, at the front of the heard of newsboys walking towards Medda's.

"Coulda asked me." He shrugged, his hands going to his cane.

"Where'd you get that anyway?" I asked, gesturing to his cane.

Spot's eyes hardened ever so slightly.

"It was given to me by me pa when I was young. He left me muddah right after me bruddah was bo'n." He sighed, fingering his cane, "Just sometin' to remembah da bastahd by..."

I put my hand gingerly on his shoulder, trying to give him a little comfort. He didn't seem to notice, so I let my hand slide down back to my side.

We entered Medda's a few minutes later. It really was something for the time. Bright and beautiful. Clean.

"Oh boys! Spot, Jack! Look at all of them! These are all yours?" We were greeted by Medda, who wore a pink dress with her orange hair up and beautiful. Ann-Margret...

Spot smirked when Medda gave him a kiss on his cheek and a smile. What a flirt.

"My, who is this?" Uh oh. She saw me.

I slowly smiled up at her, holding my hand out.

"I'm Misfit." I told her.

She took my hand, giving it a little shake, all the while smiling brightly down at me.

"Nice to meet you, Misfit. You must be one of Jack's new ones. Where are you from, young man?" She asked me. I guess she didn't noticed the braid I wore or the fact that I looked like a girl. But I guess I was kind of dirty looking.

"Well, I'm from California, Miss, and I'm a girl." I told her.

"Oh my! A girl newsie? The first I've heard of! Are there more of you?" She asked me curiously, searching through the boys.

Reanna and Danielle were at my side quickly, smiling.

"No young girls in my theater will walk around looking like a boy! Come, we'll get you all dressed up and beautiful! Boys, go make sure Toby and Raoul have everything taken care of." Medda started to drag the three of us off to her room. Glancing behind myself, I saw Spot smirking at me.

'Save me!' I mouthed to him and he just smirked wider. This was torture. No body told me this was going to happen.

"Really, Medda, it's fine. I think I look fine. After all, I really don't want to stick out-" I argued nicely with her, all the while trying to get away.

"Come dear, every girl wants to look beautiful. Just think of it; once we've gotten you all dressed up, the boys will be dying to dance with you.

'If I have two after me dressed as a boy, how many was I going to get looking like a girl!?!' I wondered to myself as she opened a door that led to her room.

Pink. Pink and purple was all I saw. Pink dresses, purple couches. It looked like a rich girls closet. I think I almost hurled.

"Please Medda, I really don't think-" But she shook her head at me, having turned around to look at us.

"Hmm..." She eyed all of us, then pointed to Reanna, "What's your name. Real, please."

"Reanna." She said simply.

"Reanna... what a gorgeous name. I think I'll have Marci work on you."

A petite brunette girl no older then us came from the door way to lead Reanna away.

"And you?" She pointed to Danielle.

"Danielle."

"Another amazing name. Erica will work with you." An ebony haired girl came to fetch Danielle. I was left with Medda. Ode to Joy.

"Now what is your name, Misfit?" She asked me, looking me over.

"Delia." I muttered. Reanna got gorgeous, Danielle got amazing and I....

"How rare! How unique!" She smiled to me, "I know the perfect outfit for you. The perfect shade or blue."

At least it wasn't pink.

Medda started to work on me quickly, having only an hour or so before the other boys arrived.

Everything she did she wouldn't let me see. She wanted it to be a surprise.

Erica and Marci came back after a while to help Medda. Apparently, Danielle and Reanna didn't need as much work as I did. There's a swipe for my ego.

"Oh, you look marvelous!" I heard Medda shriek, "Open your eyes!"

I opened my eyes, looking into the smiling faces of Medda, Marci and Erica.

Taking a deep breath, I turned around...

And gaped in shock.

In the mirror stood a girl I had never seen.

She had long ringlets on golden blond and brown hair, a smooth, clean face, a beautiful form and an even beautifuler dress. The blue material had blue flowers against a gold like material. Down the center of the dress were golden ruffles and around the neck was lace. She looked amazing.

And then I remembered it was me.

I had light blue makeup around my eyes. Little makeup was on my face, giving me the look of natural beauty. I was actually beautiful.

(OCC://Check my profile for the dress. Really, you have to see the picture!)

I smiled and turned around.

"Thank you... so much. You don't know how much this means to me." I told them in the most sincere way I could.

"It was nothing dear, nothing. Now hurry before the others get here! I'm sure you'd like to show Spot your dress." Medda smiled, her pearly whites bright.

"Spot..?" I asked quietly. How did she know..?

"Word travels fast around my newsboys, Delia. Remember that." She winked at me.

I smiled, thanking them all once again before left the room. Cautiously I went down the hall, absolutely terrified of people seeing me. I wasn't big on what people though of me, but it scared me when I did something I usually didn't do.

I loved the dress, though. It was gorgeous, as Medda had said. It wasn't huge and long and extravagant as most of the dresses Medda had. It was small but at the same time breath taking. It was something that suited me.

I entered the foyer at the top of the stairs, looking around. There were already a lot boys down there, and I already saw some looking up at me in awe. Turning away from the stairs I made my way into the theater. It was set up just like the movie; all the tables and seats and the stage... I wondered where Danielle and Reanna had gone.

I carefully opened the door, looking around.

I saw a few Hattaners, like Itey and Boots, and even a few Brooklyn boys who's names I didn't know, but I couldn't find Spot.

"Wow..." I heard someone whisper behind me.

I whipped around, looking up into the face of Pockets. My heart beat went back to normal.

"Hey Pockets..."

"Youse look great, ya know?" His faded green eyes flashed down my body.

I swallowed, and hopefully it didn't sound to loud.

"Thanks, Pockets, but do you know where Spot is?" I asked, my back against the door that led to the theater.

"What's so special 'bout Spot, anyway? What's he have dat I don't got?" He asked, looking down at me hungrily. Oh boy.

Quickly, I pushed through the door. I heard him following me and shut the door on his face. I heard a whack. Whoops. Must have got him on the forehead.

I hurried away from the door, pushing my way through the crowd, not watching where I was going of course.

I smacked right into someone, my forehead hitting there's.

"Oh, sorry! Ow, my bad. I-"

I only got that far before I noticed it was Spot.

He stared down at me, he steel blue eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth falling open only slightly.

I smirked, putting my fingers under his chin and closing his mouth.

"You don't need to drool, you know." I smiled up at him, putting my other hand on his shoulder.

"Do't know if I can't." He laughed, taking my hand from under his chin, "Ya look stunnin'..."

"Thanks... and you haven't been the first to notice..." I looked over my shoulder, but Pockets wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"What happened?" He was curiously, leading me to an empty table.

"Pockets..." I sighed, "I think I look too good."

Spot's eyes hardened but he didn't push me any more.

That was when the other boroughs started to arrive.

First Queens, then the Bronx and lastly, Staten Island. It was starting to get really cramped.

"So what's yoah family like?" Spot asked me, catching me off guard.

"Oh... well. You know the times different? While I had a dad, and my mom... I don't really know what happened to her. She was in the crash with me, Danielle and Reanna... I don't know if she's alive or not..." I sighed, my eyes falling to my hands that rested on the table, "But I had three grandma's alive, don't ask, it's confusing, and a grandpa in Iowa. Uhm, I had a lot of cousins, uncles and aunts. No siblings. I didn't know you had a brother, though." I said, changing the subject.

Spot shrugged, leaning back in his chair.

"We do't tawk dat much no moah. He's a couple years youngah den me. He's a newsie in da Bronx. He'll prolly be heah tanight... So tell me, what's da futah like?" Spot asked me, looking interested.

I let out a little laugh thinking hard.

"Well... it's really different. It's gotten pretty bad, really. There's gangs all around, a lot of murder... I think I like it here better." I told him, thinking back, "The clothing's way different. There's a lot of poor people on the streets-"

"Kinda like now?" Spot asked.

"Well... kind of. They turn into murderers a lot of the time. Uhh... We've had a some big fights, like World War I, and then World War II..." Should I even be telling him this??

"Really? Two?" He asked, shocked, "What're dey about?"

"Well... let's see. WWI started with the assassination of a Duke from Austria. He was killed by a guy from Serbia-" I noticed Spot's confused look and stopped for a second. "- Over in Europe?"

Spot nodded; good he knew some places.

"Well all the world got pulled into it. And the world's great powers- you know, country's with great military? They got punished pretty bad. German was heavily punished, though; they had they military taken away, they had to pay a lot of money to different countries... that's how WWII started. This guy named Adolf Hitler was from Germany and he just started to kill off the Jews. Terrible ways, Spot. They shaved them, stripped them, told them they were going to take a shower, sent them into the shower rooms and gassed them. They never knew what hit them..." I took a deep breath. "Germany started to conquer countries around them. It was all out war. The Germans set up concentration camps to put the Jews in... Millions of people were killed because of that man."

I had noticed that I started to choke so I stopped, swallowing. I could feel the hot tears in my eyes, but I wouldn't let them spill.

Spot sat at his seat, staring at me.

"You could say nobody won..." I whispered. It was true. Sure, Germany was punished yet again, but no body could win out of what had happened.

"Di'ya... I-"

"Hey Spot!" Jack called Spot over to the stage, waving his hand.

Spot turned around in his seat, nodding to Jack before he turned to me.

He gently put his hand over mine and gave it a little squeeze.

"Do't tink on dat anymoah, got it?" He said sternly, looking me straight in the eyes.

I nodded my head, swallowing again.

"I love ya..." He whispered to me before he stood and went to the stage.

"Heya Misf- holy canolie!" Race's voice came from behind me, and I turned in my seat to see Reanna, Danielle, Mush and Race behind me.

Danielle wore a darkish purple dress with golden folds on the skirt of the dress. Over the dress was a golden cape like thing that had purple flowers on it and laced in the center. Her curly hair was up in a pretty do and she wore little makeup as well, but looked stunning.

Reanna's dress was white, had many ruffles and was very beautiful. She, like the rest of us wore little make up.

(OCC:// Check my profile for the pictures! It was hard to describe Danielle's, so you need to see them!!)

Both Race and Mush were gawking at me, and I couldn't help but smile.

"You guys look great." I told Reanna and Danielle.

"I look like an old lady, Delia. Don't try'n sugarcoat it." Danielle said sourly. Apparently, she didn't like the dress.

"Well I look like I'm getting married!" Reanna sighed, looking down at the white dress.

"I say you guys look fine!"

I was shushed by a table next me. Apparently Jack was starting.

He was waving his hands in the air, something that had always made me laugh when I watched the movie.

Everyone's cheering started to die down and Jack began to speak.

"Carryin' da bannah!" He screamed.

Everyone stood and cheered, screaming their approval.

"So, we've come a long way." He started, "But we ain't dere yet, and maybe it's only gonna get toughah from now on, but dat's fine, we'll jus' get toughah wit it."

Spot clapped enthusiastically at his side as everyone cheered yet again.

"An' also, also we gotta get sma't and sta't listenin' to my pal David."

More cheering as Spot smacked Davy on the chest.

"Who says, stop soakin' da scabs."

"Well what awr we supposed ta do to da bums, kiss 'em?" Race called by Danielle, who reddened.

"Hey, look. Any scab I see I soak 'em, period." There went my Spot. Cheering erupted from the theater for the billionth time.

"No! No, no, that's what they want us to do! If we get violent, we're just playing into their hands-"

"Hey, look, they're gonna be playin' wit my hands, alright? Cause it ain't what dey say, it's what we say. An' nobody ain't gonna be listnenin' unless we make 'em." Oh Spot. The words you used the first time I watched Newsies. Man, he was to die for.

More cheering, of course. And arguing; defending David's idea, or agreeing with Spot.

"Got no brains. We startin' ta fight each uddah, it's jus' what da big shots wanna see. Dat we're street trash, street rats wit no brains, no respect foah nuttin' including outselves." The arguing began to die down, and it became somewhat quiet in the theater.

"So heah's how it is; if we do't act togeddah, den weah nuttin', it we do't stick tageddah, weah nuttin', an' if we can't even trust each uddah, den weah nuttin!" Jack argued, using his hands to get to the point.

"Tell 'em, Jack!" Kid Blink called from one of the balconies.

"So, what's it gonna be?" Jack called, searching the crowds or boys, and a few girls.

"Weah wit chu, Jack." Race told Jack, the different boys around him nodding.

"So what do you say Spot?" Jack asked Spot, facing the shorter boy.

I saw Spot look into Jacks eyes before he looked out into the crowd, searching for someone before his eyes landed on me.

'I love you, too.' I mouthed to him, blinking once before he looked back to Jack.

"I say... dat what chu say... Is what I say." Spot's smirk grew the whole time before he spit shook with Jack.

The cheers arose again, this time from everyone.

David, Jack and Spot held their arms in the air to the cheering, Spot's eyes never leaving mine.

The red curtain behind the boys opened, and out stepped a pink Medda, ready to sing. The cheering grew louder, all the boys hollering for Medda. I hadn't noticed her, though, because Spot was leaving the stage and coming back to the table. I watched him weave through the boys, a smirk across his face. Oh, Spot... you're such a flirt...

Everyone had begun to sing by the time Spot made it back to his seat, a wide smile across his face.

"Did'ja mean it?" Spot asked me through the singing.

"Mean what?" I asked him curiously, my eyes leaving his to watch Medda. I smiled. She was such a joy to these boys; words couldn't describe it.

"What ya said ta me while I was up dere." Spot said, my eyes focusing back on him.

"Of course I did, Spot. Would I say it if I didn't?" I smiled.

"So you knew awl dis was gonna happen? Ya knew I'd join da strike?" Spot asked me, his fingers tapping on the table to the song.

"Yep, every single thing..." That reminded me about the bulls... Should I tell everyone? Spot's going to think I'm a traitor if I don't... but that would completely change the movie! "But I didn't know I'd end up with you."

"I love ya, Medda! Medda!" Race was screaming besides me, his arm tightly around Danielle. She looked kind of annoyed, but was laughing anyway. Oh weird... did Race have a thing for red heads or something??

"Bet ya had dreams 'bout me back at yoah home." Spot smirked, leaning back in his chair.

I let out a little laugh, rolling my eyes.

"I dreamed about kissing Gabriel Damon, Spot. Not you."

"Maybe I can change yoah mind..."

Before I knew it, Spot's warm lips were against mine. If froze in my place, but didn't pull away. Here was the dream I had had a billion times over again, right here. I was living it.

"Woah, Misfit. Nevah knew ya had it in ya ta go foah Spot." I heard Race chuckle beside me, and suddenly I felt tons of eyes on me.

Spot pulled back a little bit, smiling against my lips.

"You'd raddah kiss a thirty year old man den me? My dat hoits, toots." He chuckled, leaning back.

I laughed, not knowing what else to do.

I suddenly heard the slam of a chair hitting the ground and looked up to see Skittery storming out of the Theater, a fierce and angry look in his eyes.

I sighed.

"I'll be right back..." I mumbled to Spot before I stood up and followed Skittery.

When I stepped outside the theater doors, Skittery sat on the bottom step of the foyer, his face in his hands.

"Go away." He snarled under his breath, turning around to glare up at me.

"Skittery, we have to talk." I told him, walking down the stairs.

"No, we don't. Yoah wit him an' dat leaves me nowheahs." He growled, turning his back to me.

I sat down a couple feet away from him, looking at his features carefully.

"Skittery... I do love you, honest, but you're like my brother. I couldn't live with out you, Skittery. Don't you know how much it hurts to see you like this?" I asked him, my fingers turning to ice.

"I love ya too. I've loved ya evah since I found ya in dat alleyway. I found ya, befoah any one else. I coulda left ya there, den none a dis woulda happened..." He muttered, glaring down at the floor.

"That's not true, Skittery. I know exactly what's going to happen in this strike. I don't know how this happened, at all, but some how Reanna, Danielle and I ended up here. And you know what? You're not even Skittery. You're an actor name Michael Goorjian who's thirty something years old and living in California." I laughed some what hysterically, "This isn't really 1889. Well, no, I'm wrong. It is, but I'm from 2009. And it's just so confusing, because I don't know what to do. Newsies is a movie I absolutely love and then I end up in it, yet there are no cameras, no Kenny Ortega, and I'm completely lost and I don't know what to do, and-" I took a breath.

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled to him before I stood up and started up the stairs. Just as I pulled open the door, Spot rushed out, looking majorly pissed.

"Ya knew didn't ya? Ya knew dat da f'ing bulls was gonna show up, didn't ya?" He snarled, grabbing my arm quickly, pulling me towards him.

"It slipped my mind-" I started.

"Do't gimmie dat crap." Spot muttered, practically dragging me down the stairs. Skittery had disappeared, leaving the stairs bare, "I have ta get ya outta heah befoah de bulls catch ya. I have ta keep ya safe."

I went to argue back, but decided against it. Spot wasn't going to like me arguing.

Pulling me to the side, Spot cautiously opened the front door of the theater and peaked out. He closed it slowly.

"Fuck."

FOUR THOUSAND, SEVEN HUNDRED AND FOURTY THREE WORDS!!!

Told ya it'd be long!!

Did chu like??

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And who do you think Misfit should end up with? Spot or Skittery??

I hope you say Spot because I have the last chapter all written out already and it would suck if I had to re-write it with Skittery inseatd.

Also, in past chapters, sorry to all you David lovers. I jsut can't stand him so I keep burning him! Sorry!

Live, Laugh, Love, Newsies!!

~Scree