A/N: Hey guys! How's your summer going? Disney's Newsies, the broadway version is playing in theaters for some reason and I'm totally going- draggina friend along too. Anyone else?

Lemme know what you think of the chapter- There's lots more to come!

In response to my lovely reviewers... (ily!)

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~"I'd love ta."~

Spot grinned winningly, eyes shining with victory as he offered a gentlemanly arm. Shaking her head with a small honest laugh she took it, with a smile.

The Brooklyn newsies crowded around the three booths in the back of their usual diner. It was a small place, a little bit old and broken, but clean and the food was good and the prices cheap. They paused, lopsided and suggestive smirks overtaking their faces as they took in the girl on his arm. She was a pretty one, and they picked up on that right away. Her waist was small, accentuated by the cinching of her raggedy brown skirt. The button-down she wore was buttoned modestly, but the curve of her breasts was clearly visible. Her features were decidedly feminine, her cheekbones prominent, and her lips pink. Despite her wavy mess of short, choppy brown hair, she was attractive. The bruises littering her lightly tanned skin only served to prove she was tough enough to take a few hits. And Brooklyn boys liked tough girls.

She allowed Spot to lead her into the diner and over to his newsies. She smiled nervously as they approached the band of newsies. Her brother stood in front of her with as stern an expression as he could manage. Spot smirked at the boy's familiar scowl.

"Boys," he said, moving his arm around her shoulders. "Wese got us a new friend. Dis 'ere's Rois. She's our newbie's olda' sista'." The intent of that statement was clear, she was not to be messed with.

"I'm Red," Spot's second introduced himself with a friendly smile and an outstretched hand.

"Pleasha'," she said with that endearing slightly lopsided smile of hers and an irish lilt to her words. She shook his hand with her own.

Red grinned knowingly at his leader as the other boys began introducing themselves. Spot rolled his eyes at his friend and instead listened as Sinker, Pick, Yo-Yo, Czech, and Frenchy introduced themselves. She smiled pleasantly at each, blushing slightly when Bullet lightly flirted, bringing her knuckles to his lips with an exaggerated wink. "Ya purfectly beautiful Rois, da pleasa's all mine."

She laughed, looking mildly uncomfortable with the attention. "Uh, tanks, I guess…"

Eoghan glared icily at Bullet, his arms crossed over his chest. The other boys held back laughter, nudging each other and smirking at the young boys protectiveness. Rois noticed as well. She subtly nudged her younger brother with her arm, before smiling at the others. Then, she turned to her brother and asked if he'd mind introducing her to his friends.

As she moved to the next booth where the youngest newsies ate, the older boys took the chance to ask Spot about the girl.

"She why we got the Pip-squeak?" A bulky boy, named for his terrible eyesight and dubbed Specs asked with a note of amusement.

In some circles it was said, Spot Conlon was a womanizer, that he could get any girl he wanted. Some said a girl walked by and his hand was already half-way down her shirt. Some said he had bedded more than a few girls from the upper crust. That he could charm his way into any woman's silken sheets. Some said he was more likely to take one of the girls on the street to bed as they knew how tough life could be. This was the view more than a few of the Brooklyn boys promoted. Having such a promiscuous leader made them seem that way themselves. It was an image many of them embraced.

However, as handsome as Spot was, and he knew he was attractive, the truth was, Spot wasn't any of these things. Because Spot Conlon didn't have the time for a girl. He was the King of Brooklyn. A fearless leader, a full-time newsie, and leader of the toughest borough in all of New York. It was no small task. He didn't have time for some half-brained love-sick skirt hanging off of him every hour of the day. He didn't have time for a soft girl with plush lips and a delicate figure. Or a girl who thought he'd protect her. He wasn't the type 'tough' girls usually fell for. He wasn't like Mush or Skittery or Rickety whose gentle nature had those girls thinking they were lovable after all. He got along with those girls, he understood them. He came from a similar place and they all faced similar hardships living on the streets of New York. But he wasn't one for comfort. He wasn't happy-go-lucky, with an affectionate soft-side, no matter what the girls wanted to believe.

He wasn't one to pay for his pleasure either. Money was too precious to waste on frivolities like that. He was a teenage boy, but he had more than half a brain.

And he wasn't on to go around breaking hearts. A girl his speed would never let her heart be broken in the first place. But Rois was fresh meat- a tough girl with a pretty face and a brain. There were bound to be rumors. But Spot wouldn't instigate them. He was better than that.

"Not like youse is thinkin'," Spot said ice blue eyes boring into Specs. "She could be an asset."

"What do you mean?" Pick asked never one for beating around the bush.

"She's Brooklyn material's what he's sayin'," Red supplied. "Da goil can fight like ya wouldn't believe."