Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. Nor would I want to… they wouldn't be as cool if they were mine! Bailey's mine, but I don't really want her so I figure she's OK on her own, let freedom ring.

Chapter 11

[As long as you're with me]

"Spot, we need to talk." I said approaching him on the front steps of the Brooklyn LH.

He rolled his eyes and did another one of those charming half-smiles, "Listen, Bailey was it? Bailey, I don't ever want to see you again. Thanks for the memories but you are meaningless to me. Useless too… so why don't you scram eh?"

Obviously he was putting on an act for the boys all around him, he made me sick. "Oh God Spot, I've had enough with this act, I need to talk to you now."

He rolled his eyes at me once more and then followed me about 25 yards in the opposite direction. "What do you want Bailey?"

I shoved him at the shoulders really hard, making sure he fell to the ground. "I hate you! You ruined my life Spot, you ruined me!"

"What?" He asked innocently, brushing the dirt off of himself.

"Jack, he doesn't love me anymore. It's all your fault Spot and I want you to come back to Manhattan with me and tell him that."

"Tell him what?" He murmured under his breath.

"That you took advantage of me Spot. I told you to stop, I told you I didn't want that, you didn't listen to me." I said shoving him at the end of each sentence. I was so proud of myself for being so confident.

"I aint gonna hit a girl, and seeing as this means so much to you, I'll do it." He said, trying to compromise. "This aint gonna be pretty though, the Cowboy and me are friends and all."

I wasn't going to say thank you to him because I hated him so much; I merely smiled at him and started walking back to Manhattan.

Halfway there both Spot and I were both suddenly grabbed and taken to a dark alley on the side of the road. Our hands and arms were grabbed in such a way that I felt paralyzed.

I didn't know what to do! I started kicking and screaming until I realized it was useless. Paralyzed.

"I knew I'd find you two together." Said a voice out of the shadows.

"And I knew I'd find you two together," I said pointing to Jack and Sarah, our kidnappers.

"Here's the story Cowboy," Spot said while rolling his eyes, "Last night, Bailey and me was a mistake. She didn't want it, I did. I do have that reputation you know."

"Yeah I know," Jack said under his breath. "How could you do that to me Spot?"

"I didn't know Jackie-boy, honestly."

Jack then looked at me and I saw that his eyes were glossed over, like he was going to cry. I stepped forward, grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. I looked at him and smiled, on cue, he smiled back and then squeezed my hand securely. It was then that I knew everything was going to be all right.

Before much else could happen Sarah stepped in between us, disconnecting our hands and looking mad as all hell.

"Jack," she said forcefully, "I want to go home."

As if he had forgotten she'd been there he looked at me panicked and then looked at her. "You know the way don't you?"

Her mouth dropped open as she looked at him and just stared for a minute, waiting for him to take it back. "How dare you," she said, her eyes still wide open. "What about the note?"

"What note?" Jack said hesitantly.

"This note," I said, pulling the crinkled piece of paper out of my pocket.

Jack blushed as he had been caught in a lie. "I never responded to it," he said pleadingly.

"I don't care," I smiled and then grabbed his hand again, "As long as you're with me."

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