Well heres the next chapter! I'm so sorry but it kinda sux...but please review anyways! Even if you don't totally love it!

Chapter 9-Realizations

SPOTS POV

I groaned as I slowly woke up the next morning with, what I could bet, would win an award for the worlds' worse hangover. With another loud groan, I opened my eyes, flinching as the bright light poured through my pupils, making my headache flare. I sat up sharply and clinched my head, breathing slow, jagged breaths. As the headache slowly began to fade, I got a new feeling deep in my stomach. I launched myself out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom, barely making it in time. Well this sucks! I thought miserably as I walked out of the bathroom.

My eyes scanned the area at a snail's pace and landed on my bed. I just about screamed when I realized that I hadn't been alone.

"Good morning Spot," Kimberly said softly. My eyes grew wide and I looked down at my body. I sighed; I still had my clothes on so nothing happened…I don't think.

"Kimberly! What…I…you…what 'appened?" This was not the way I wanted to wake up; hung over, with a girl in my bed! Who knows how far she got with me last night? I just—oh god! This is the mayor's daughter, Irony's worst enemy, the New York slut! If Irony walked in right now and saw this, she would go insane! Especially after what happened yesterday, I blamed her for Blades death. How could I say that to the girl I love? Wait, do I love her? No I just care about her…but if I really did just care about her why did I feel so atrocious? God why does this have to feel so confusing!

"Oh Spot don't you remember?" Kimberly cooed, knocking me out of my thoughts as she got out of bed, wearing nothing but her slip, and walked over to me putting her arms around my neck, whispering in my ear, "Je me souviendrai hier soir à jamais d'amant, je vous aime. Faisons-le encore un jour." Woah! Since when did she speak French?

She vehemently pulled my lips to hers and slipped her tongue in my mouth as I stood frozen with bewilderment, my eyes wide open. Her hands had twisted their way through my hair as I put mine to her waist in an attempt to push her away when the door slowly opened. "Spot?" came Irony's voice, "Spot I walked all the way to Brooklyn and I wanted to…" She stopped abruptly as she saw the situation before her. I shoved Kimberly off me and watched her fall to the ground in a heap. I looked to Irony, who looked at me, tears filling her eyes.

"Irony I…it's not…it's not what it looks like!"

She laughed spitefully, "Oh yah, it's not what it looks like! She jus' tripped and fell on yoah mouth, grabbin' yoah hair to catch her balance right?" her laugh turned to a glare sent to Kimberly then me as she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

I cursed angrily as I ran after her into the hall. "Irony wait!" I grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face me, "Let me explain!"

She glared into my eyes and crossed her arms, pulling her arm out of my grasp, "Ok Spot, explain!" She took a step back and looked at me expectantly.

"I…I was so upset las' night…I…I don' even remembah much all I rememba was me gettin drunk and dat bitch threw herself at me. I couldn't think…den I woke up with her in me bed! Ya've gotta believe me!"

"I don' know what ta believe anymore Spot!" She sighed, tears welling up into her eyes once more, "Ya're gonna have ta prove it ta me!"

I took a step forward, "Then dis is what I'll have ta do ta prove it." I moved forward more and stared into her eyes.

IRONYS POV

My breath caught in my throat as he moved closer, what did he think he was doing? Soon his lips were touching mine as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I found myself starting to enjoy it, I was kissing back!

Coming back to my senses, I pushed him away angrily, "What da hell do ya think ya're doing?" I screeched, taking a step back.

Spot stood there looking shocked for a second, then looked into my eyes and grinned innocently (an interesting look for him, one that not many people see.) "I'se think dat I'se was kissen ya's." He said calmly, stepping toward me, "I'm proven dat I don't care about her! I care about you'se! Damnit goil, when ya're around I get so confused and anxious I can't think! You are so amazing I…I just…" He stopped.

I almost burst into laughter at the look on his face. Spot Conlon, confused? His lips slowly moved over to the left of his mouth, he furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the same time. (If you can picture that) He just looked so darn cute.

Maybe he wasn't lying…maybe he really did care about me. He just confessed how he felt about me…how often does he do that? I looked into his eyes and tried to find some lie in them, nothing but truth.

"Do ya really mean it?" I asked uncertainly. Hoping for the answer I had wanted to hear for the past few weeks.

He reached out and rested my chin in his hand, "With all'a my heart. Be me goil Irony." I continued to look into his eyes, shocked at what I was hearing, "please"

I smiled slightly, "'ow could I say no ta dat face?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and surprising even myself, pulled him into a deep kiss. He lifted me into his arms once we broke apart and carried me to his room bridal style, noticing that Kimberly had left the lodging house behind. He set me down and thought for a moment before lifting me back into his arms and carrying my downstairs and out of the Brooklyn lodging house, ignoring catcalls and comments of, "aww I wanted her!"

When we reached Manhattan, he still hadn't put me down. He kicked open the door and strut into the Lodging house smirking at the looks on everyone's faces, causing me to laugh, "Spot my deah boy, put me down. I can walk ya know."

As he put me down, an excited group of girls made their way over, "Are ya tagethah now?" Blondie asked.

My mouth formed a huge smile and I grabbed Spots hand, "What's it look like ta you'se?" I said smugly, with a smirk planted on my face.

Doll squealed and jumped up and down as Racer said, "It's about time! We daught you'se was nevah gonna get tagethah!"

Blondie wrapped her arms around me, "You have a man! That makes all of us!" when she let go of me, she joined Doll in their jumping as Sprinter spoke up.

"And what am I? You're next door neighboah?" We all laughed at her joke as Spot lead me away saying, "Gotta show my goil off ta da uddahs. See you goils latah."

JACKS POV

We: Race, Mush, Blink, Skittery, Jewels, Dutchy and me, all sat around the table playing poker when Spot carried Kay in. We all looked up and I stood quickly up from my seat, causing my chair to topple over. Skittery grabbed my shoulder to hold me back, as anger rushed through my blood.

Who did he think he was? After how he spoke to her last night and now they come in here like nothing happened!

As they made their way toward us, him holding tight onto her hand, it took all of Skittery's strength to hold me back, "Calm yoahself Jack. I'se soah theahs a poifectly good explanation to dis."

I went to sit down, forgetting that I had knocked my chair over and landed flat on my butt in the middle of a bunch of noisy newsies who spotted me and started laughing.

"Shud up ya bummah!" I shouted, causing them all to stop abruptly, "What da hell ya laughin at?"

"Woah!" Spot smirked as he walked over to me, still holding Kays hand, "What's up wit you'se Jacky boy."

And it happened faster than I could remember, I shot up from the floor and pinned him against the wall shocking everyone in the room, "How dare you'se!" I growled causing his smirk to disappear, because of the venom dripping from every word I said.

"What's yoah problem?" He gasped.

"YOAH MY FUCKING PROBLEM!" I yelled loudly, making everyone jump and causing Spot to glare.

"Jack what ah you'se doin?" Irony asked, trying to pull me off of Spot.

I easily pushed her away, keeping my attention on the jackass before me.

"HOW DARE YOU'SE EVEN THINK OF TOUCHIN HER!" I was within an inch of his face and ready to sock the living crap out of him.

"WHY AH YOU'SE ACTIN LIKE THIS? WHY DO YOU CARE?" He shouted back.

"BECAUSE I LOVE HER!" I froze, staring straight into his shocked face. I dropped him and took a step back, realization hitting me. Had I just admitted my true feelings? Aw damn!

Duhn duhn duhn! Jack loves Kay/Irony, I know that this might've been a BIT confusing…one thing I can say, Her nickname is Irony, Jack just calls her Kay he's the only one…ummmm this wasn't my best chapter ever…cuz I was rushed writing it. I wanted to get it out so you could see what happened next. I'm so sorry if it sucked! I know it probably did but please don't flame me…just constructive criticism since I know it sucked. Lol well as most people say "cookies for my reviewers!" Well there's no way for me to get you guys cookies so here's what I give you, Spot doing the Pelvic Thrust! HUH!

Translation I will remember last night forever lover, I love you. Let's do it again sometime.