Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies.  All I own is Stage.  ToT/Slingshot owns herself. 

Opening Comments: Wait, wait.  I have to straighten this out.  I (Stage) have been a Newsie fan for a bout a week.  ToT has been for like, two years.

Explanation: ToT is the same person as Slingshot.  Slingshot is just her coverup when she's "a guy" so to speak.  Yes, Stage and ToT are a little Mary Sue-ish…well, until you hit s'other chapters.  XD XD This is really more what we'd LIKE to see happen.  But, yes…they do hold some of our own traits.  Any good author does that.

Shout Outs~

Skitch: XD We all have those.  Dun worry…Dutchy ish in this quite a bit.

Dragon: We don't do clichés.  Don't worry about it.  As for the only being a Newsie fan for 3 days, bite me.  Ya gotta start somewhere. 

Title: Immigrants

Authors: Stage and ToT (partners in fic-writing crime!)

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"So Specs," Dutchy said, jogging up to walk next to his friend.  "Seen the way that Stage looked at you.  I think he likes you."

"I don't like boys, Dutchy."  Specs replied.

"You like me, don't you?"

"Not like that!"

"It's never too late to start."

"Are you implying that I should like you?"

"Naw, I say go after Stage."

"Dutchy, go soak your head, huh?"

"Did you two see those new guys?" Blink asked, jumping in between Specs and Dutchy.  Out of absolutely no where. Specs was—needless to say—offended.

"How much did you hear?!" He demanded.

"Enough." Blink replied.  "Right, Mush?"

"Yep!"  Dutchy and Specs jumped as Mush's voice came from directly behind them.  "Those two have sort of a 'pretty boy' look about them, huh?"

"Hm, feminine guys…" Dutchy mused.  "I suppose if you did a little imagining—"

"Stop, stop, stop, STOP!" Specs yelled, storming away.

"Looks like we've upset him." Dutchy chuckled.

"But on that tweaking issue," Mush began, grinning like a maniac and his eyes twinkling with mischief.  "Which one'd be cuter?"

"I don't believe we're even imagining this!" Blink exclaimed.

"Imagining what?" Racetrack asked joining them from an alley.

"Which of those new guys would be cuter if they were girls." Mush told him.  Racetrack folded his arms and reflected for a moment.

"Well, this is an interesting topic." Racetrack paused again.  "I don't know.  That Sling's a bitch…the other's just odd."

"Well yeah!  But which'd be cuter?"

"Is that all you think about, Mush?"

"Pretty much."

Racetrack walked off shaking his head and muttering something under his breath.

"Dutchy, you're straight, aren't you?" Blink asked suddenly serious.  Dutchy looked scandalized and his mouth dropped open in  shock.

"Yeah!"  He sputtered.

"Hey, doesn't hurt to check." Blink said, holding up his hands.

"Arent you?"

"Yeah." Blink replied.  Dave approached Mush and the two who were still debating.

"Are guys ok?  You just kind of stopped walking."

"Are you straight?!" The two chorused, turning an accusing glare on Dave.  Dave faltered and blinked rapidly.

"Uh…"

"He isn't!" Dutchy exclaimed.  "I'm not sleeping in the same room with you ever again!"

"You don't…have to…" Dave replied, slowly.  "And I think you two have been sneaking drinks."

"He has a point, you know." Blink said.

"About the drinks?" Mush spoke up.

"We've been drinking?  Since when?" Dutchy asked, bewildered.

"I think you three need sleep…" Dave mumbled. 

"We weren't playing poker!" Mush shouted.  "Not last night anyway!"

"You guys talk loud." Slingshot snapped.  All four jumped and whirled around, looking as though they had been caught doing something they shouldn't be doing.  Slingshot and Stage had identical accusing glares on their faces.

"Pst, how much do you suppose they heard?" Mush asked.

"It couldn't have been that bad." Dave mumbled out the side of his mouth.  "We were just talking about drinks and poker."

"Errrrm…not quite." Blink said nervously.

"Oh?" Stage asked.  "What else, then?"

"Uh…," Dutchy did some quick thinking.  "Manly stuff."

"Well, we're all men here." Slingshot pointed out.  Well, sort of…

There was an awkward silence as the four newsies thought desperately for an excuse.  Stage waited patiently with his arms folded.  Slingshot, on the other hand, was looking quite impatient.

"Dinnertime!" Mush yelled suddenly.  Slingshot and Stage both looked up to the sun.

"What are you talking about?  It isn't even noon yet." Slingshot replied.  They both looked back to the street where the boys had been standing just in time to see them jump over a wall and out of sight.

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This is probably one of the funniest chapters so far.  Heh, we're currently working on part seven.  XD

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