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Rae Kelly- I don't know why Freedoms Foundation would sound familiar. It is a place up in Valley Forge where I went with a local club.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the newsies. I do own Emmy, Summer, and now Trigger and Robby.



The next few days at the Lodging House started like the first morning and every single morning, Jack managed to get a bucket of water dumped on him with Emmy doing the honors one day (just to get back at Jack for when he threw her in the river.) It now seemed that Jack was the one with the permanent bad mood. Summer was nice to everyone but him and he wasn't nice to her. It seemed all they ever did around each other was fight like their argument this morning over Jack sneaking in after the nine-thirty curfew.

During the day, the best part of her day because she didn't have to see or put up with Jack, Summer was either cleaning up the lodging, working on her plants on the roof, or doing paper work. Sometimes Emmy stayed to help Summer, that is if she wasn't out with her friends or with her boyfriend. Today was one of the days that Emmy stayed home to help Summer.

"So Summer." Emmy walked over to the girl that sat at the front desk working on some papers.

"Yes Emmy." Summer stared up at the girl through her glasses.

"The boys were telling me last night that you lived on a ranch with a bunch of hired help that you got to wake up every morning. Were any of them cute?" Emmy' jade eyes sparkled with mischievousness.

"And I thought you had a boyfriend." Summer now held her glasses in her hand as she gave the younger girl a questioning look.

"I know, I know. But still, I can ask about other hot guys. I mean come on. There are a lot of hot guys in this Lodging House and just because I think they're hot doesn't mean I'm going to go and jump in bed with them."

"Maybe." Summer said as she started to take the papers back to her office/room.

"What do you mean maybe? I wouldn't do that to Dutchy." Emmy grabbed some of the papers and followed Summer back.

"I didn't mean that. I'm just saying that there might be a couple of hot guys in this place."

"There might be? Take a look around. Look at Jack. He's pretty hot. If I hadn't know him all of my life and if I didn't know how stubborn he could be, I would probably be dating him right now."

"There is no way that he is hot. Why would I find someone hot that is being a complete ass to me?" The two now stood in Summer's room talking.

"I was just using him as an example. Back to my original question, are there any hot guys back in Eldorado?" Emmy grinned at her new friend.

"Once you've lived with some of them as long as I have, their cuteness wears off. Although, if I had to say who is the cutest out of all fifteen, it would have to be Robby." Summer smiled to herself as she thought of the boys, especially Robby.

"Robby? He's name makes him sound cute. Hey what time is it."

Summer opened up her pocket watch. "It's 12:30. Why?"

"Just wondering. You hungry?"

"Yeah kinda. Is there any good places around here to eat at?" Summer grabbed her cowboy hat off of her bedpost.

"There's Tibby's. Come on let's go. You can tell me all about Robby at Tibby's." Emmy grabbed the older girl's arm and began to drag towards the front door.

"Hold on one second." Summer walked back over to the front desk and picked up a letter. "I was going to read it later, but I guess I can read this while we eat." Summer carefully tucked the letter into the breast pocket of her beige trench coat. "Now we can leave."

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"…And he tried to play it off about not needing them to begin with and he tripped over his own two feet trying to get up." The two girls were laughing at the story that Emmy just told about how she broke Dutchy's glasses when they entered the restaurant.

"You didn't tell me that the boy's ate here." Summer whispered to the blonde girl as her eyes locked on the back of Jack's head.

"Must have slipped my mind. C'mon. You put up with the in the morning and at night." Emmy waved at some of the boys as she and Summer took an empty table.

"It's not them. I just don't want to put up with Jack right now." Summer said, this morning's argument still ringing fresh in her ears.

"So back to your boys back in Texas, how cute is Robby?" Emmy asked after they ordered their food.

"Who's Robby?" Dutchy asked as he slid in next to his girlfriend and Skittery slid in next to Summer.

"My other lover." Emmy said as she kissed her boyfriends cheek.

"Is 'e as cute as me?"

"I don't know. That's what Summer was going to tell me before you two decided to drop in on our conversation. Now back to your boyfriend…"

"Boyfriend? Since when did yous get a boyfriend?" Skittery asked, slightly crushed to hear this.

"He's not my boyfriend. What would give you that idea, Emmy?"

"Well back at the Lodging House when I asked you about the boys back in Texas, you got that look in your eyes, so I just assumed he was your boyfriend."

"I did date him, but we were better friends than lovers. Besides, he has the hots for my best friend, Trigger." Summer said as she began to eat the food the waitress just brought.

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"Hey Jack. Who's that that just walked in the door with Emmy?" The curly haired boy that sat opposite of the Manhattan leader asked.

Jack turned around in his seat to see. "Oh, it's jist the ice queen herself, our new pain 'n' da ass ownah of da Lodgin' House, Summer. I recommen' not pissin' 'er off."

"And why is that?" David asked his friend.

"Let's jist say dat she has a bit of an attitude problem."

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"So what have you been up to today, Skittery?" Summer asked trying to ignore the two lovebirds that sat across from her.

"Jist da usual sellin'…." Before Skittery could finish, Summer put her hand up to silence him. She began to listen to the conversation that was taking place a few tables down from her's.

"…She basically 'as a permanen' stick up 'er ass."

"She can't be that bad, Jack."

"To hell she ain't. I'se swear Summer's gotta be an outlaw or somet'ing back in Texas, 'cuz why else would she be 'ere instead of 'er parents?" Anger grew in Summer's eyes as she listened. Just as she was about to go over to 'talk' with Jack, a waitress began to head to that table.

"Excuse me Miss, is that plate of food for that table over there?" Summer asked the waitress an idea formulating in her head.

"Yes it is."

"I'll give you five dollars to let me take it over there." Summer flashed the bill in front of the girl's face. The girl eagerly handed the plate over and took the bill. Summer readjusted the plate on her hand and began to walk over to Jack's table.

"Summer, don' do it."

"Watch me, Skittery." Emmy and Dutchy looked up from their tête-à-tête* wondering what Summer was going to do with the plate. Before they could ask, Summer had reached the other table and began to talk. "Who ordered the meatloaf and mash potatoes?"

"I'se did." Jack didn't even look up the 'waitress' and continued his conversation with David. David's eyes went back and forth between Summer and Jack with recognition that this 'waitress' was the girl Jack was talking about.

"Um… Jack…"

"What David?" Jack turned to see who his friend was pointing at. "Oh… Hi Summer."

"You know Jack, I think you're the one with the stick up your ass." Before Jack could say anything, his lunch was in his lap with a very pissed off Summer racking off the remaining food scraps with the fork. "I don't believe we've met. I am Summer, the out-law Jack was talking about. And you are?" Summer asked David, setting down the plate and picking up Jack's coke.

"I'm David."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm sorry we couldn't have met on better terms. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to back to the Lodging House." Summer took a sip of Jack's drink and turned to leave when Jack spoke up.

"What da 'ell was dat for!?" Jack said after recovering from his shock.

"You figure it out, Cowboy. Oh wait, I almost forgot your drink." Summer turned back around and poured Jack's coke into his lap. "I hope you enjoy your meal." Summer walked towards the door throwing her money on her table and said to the other newsies that stood shocked in the restaurant at what had just happened, "I'll see the rest of you tonight."

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(*)-Personal conversation.

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