Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters from the Disney movie, "Newsies." The only characters in this story that I claim ownership over are Silver, Ella, Jayson, and Mrs. VanWyck.

32 days until the Newsies Rally in New York City :D! Does anyone still want the link for the website where all the information is? If so, tell me and I'll be sure to send it to you. Okay, this chapter is kind of short. But!! It's not a cliffhanger, and tomorrow's chapter should be somewhat longer.

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Because of the late hour, aside from the dimly lit streetlamps, the only light on that block came from Tibby's Restaurant. Peering in through the large windows that coated most of the front wall, I saw that the restaurant had a pleasant and welcoming feel to it.

The room was deserted of all people besides newsies, but since there were roughly 15 of the boys it didn't seem deserted at all. Only about two or three of the workers were still on shift, assuming that business was going to be slow until closing time: 12:00 midnight. But apparently the newsies had decided to leave the lodging house to catch a late dinner that night.

Kid Blink and I walked through the door into the bright atmosphere. A boy with wavy brown hair and glasses was the first to look up and notice us. "Hey, Blink! Where ya been?" he asked, causing everyone else to turn their attention to us.

"He's been at back at da lodgin' house practicin' his knitting..." A boy said sarcastically. "Where do ya think he's been!?" He exclaimed, motioning to me. He was short with a young looking face and dark brown eyes, no doubt Italian. A cigar hung out of the corner of his mouth that was twisted into a smirk.

"Jus' a question, Race." The first guy sneered at him. "Well, maybe ya should think befoah ya aks any more questions, Specs." He shot back.

"Woah... Settle down, will ya, fellas?" Another newsie cut in. This one was obviously one of the oldest and, aside from his age, stood out from the other newsies in the way that he was dressed. Instead of the usual cabbie hat worn by the rest of them, he had a black cowboy hat. And to go with it, a worn-out red bandana was tied around his neck. "Aw, come on, Jack... We'se jus' jokin' around." Specs stated.

"Hey, Blink!" One of the boys yelled, waving his arms at us from one of the back tables. Blink looked up at the speaker and he grinned, waving back. "C'mon." He mumbled, instinctively taking my hand in his and leading me towards the table.

Kid Blink pulled up a chair for me between himself and the Italian. I thanked him with a nod and a slight smile before I sat down. Besides myself, Blink, and the Italian smart-ass, there were two other boys at the table with us. One had chocolate colored brown eyes and brown curly hair to match. That was the one who had waved Blink over. Beside him was a face that I knew I recognized. It took me a few seconds to place him, but then it clicked.

"Crutchy!" I exclaimed. I originally meant for the thought to stay strictly in my head, but it escaped my lips when I figured out who he was. Crutchy glanced over at me with a confused look on his face. "Sorry... Do I know ya from somewhere?" He asked. Realization struck me and I remembered that we had never met. I knew who he was, but he didn't know who I was.

"Oh... Uh, not really. See, I was in da refuge around da same time you was, so I'se seen ya 'round dere. Blink talks 'bout ya a lot." I explained. A smile formed on his mouth. "Oh! Yer Silver!" Crutchy laughed. "Yeah, Blink talks a lot 'bout you, too... Now when I say a lot, I mean a lo--"

Crutchy was cut off by the Italian. "Well, lookie dere! She actually does exist!" He exclaimed, grinning widely. Kid Blink sighed softly and placed his chin in his hand, propping up a menu to hide his face from view. The guys laughed, all except for the boy with the brown hair and brown eyes. He sat there silently, but smiled knowingly at their comments.

"Allow me to introduce meself 'nd da udder guys, since Blink's a little too preoccupied hidin' behind a menu." The Italian said, extending his hand towards me to shake mine. "I'm Racetrack. Dis here's Mush"- Mush waved and smiled shyly -"'nd you'se already met Crutchy." He told me. I recognized the nicknames from when Blink used to talk about his friends back at the refuge.

"I ain't hidin'. " Blink said. Crutchy let out a sarcastic laugh, and the four boys bickered amongst themselves for a little while longer. I sat back and watched them with a look of amusement on my face. It was obvious that 90 percent of their conversations consisted of making fun of one another, but it was also obvious that the four of them were the best of friends.

The conversation was momentarily brought to a stop as the waiter came over to our table. "Can I take your orders?" he asked in a bored tone, flipping his notebook open to a clean page.

"Uh... Can I have a hot dog, please? And a water." Blink replied. The waiter nodded and turned to Crutchy. "Jus' a grilled cheese." He said. "For you, miss?" The waiter asked me. I looked up at the large chalkboard menu that hung above the register. "I think I'se jus' gonna have some tea. Thanks."

"French fries and a coke." Racetrack added. Mush was the last to order. "Uh... I'll have a waffle, please." The waiter nodded once more and disappeared into the kitchen, scribbling down the last of our orders. Race slowly turned his head to stare at Mush. "Who da hell. Gets a waffle. At 11 o'clock at night." He asked. Mush shrugged and raised his eyebrow at the question. "I get a waffle at 11 o'clock at night." He replied defensively.

Racetrack rolled his eyes and faced forward again. "Pfft... Weirdo." He muttered under his breath. "Wise-ass." Mush shot back.

"Wimp."

"Show-off."

"Pansy.

"Undersized Italian."

Racetrack's mouth dropped open. "You take dat back. " he hissed. Mush smiled innocently and shook his head. "Take it back or I bash yer face in." He warned. Mush shook his head again. Racetrack reached across the table and threateningly grabbed Mush's collar, appearing like he was about to punch the newsie.

"Foods heah." Crutchy announced. Race released his grip on Mush's collar. "Oh. Okay." He said, the calm expression returning to his face. He casually sat back down in his chair and, as the waiter put the food down, they chatted happily as if nothing had happened.

I glanced at Blink and raised an eyebrow, but he just laughed and shrugged. "Ya get used to 'em." He assured me.

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