Note: ok now I actually have time to work on this thing and hopefully make it better. I mean I know the first chapter was a little off…WARNING! This isn't a Mary-Sue but people who don't like Mary-Sue probably won't like this. The story is…well…I'll let you read and find out *grins* now….on with the fanfic!

Chapter 2

Alla casa d' alloggio: At the lodging house

            Caprice followed Spot into an old building. From the outside it was nothing much to look at, but neither were any of the other houses in this part of town. The inside of the Lodging House was quite cozy and warm. Newsies lounged around playing poker and talking about their day. Caprice was amazed; she had thought that all the lodging house would be like the one she was from. She was used to a run down, cold building. No one ever lounged around or had fun of any kind…unless plotting was fun.

            "Come on," Spot said as he hauled Caprice up the stairs. Caprice scowled at Spot's back and pulled her arm out of his grip.

            "Don't pull me foro dell'asino*," Caprice retorted. When Spot glared at her she just gave him a smirk not too unlike his own.

            "Next time you'se say anythin' in…whateva you'se is gonna regret it," Spot said his voice cold and his glare even colder. Caprice gave a little shutter and followed Spot into a huge room with bunk beds.

            "Is dis where I'se gonna stay?" Caprice asked looking around. She was used to sleeping in hammocks, usually having to share one with her older brother. He liked to keep his eye on his baby sister.

            "Nah," Spot answered as he opened a door off to the side of the room. Behind the door was a small bedroom. "You'se gonna stay in here." Spot looked like he was going to say something else but then changed his mind.

            "Grazie*," Caprice said as she wandered into the room. It was a nice little room. There was a bed, a trunk and a washstand with a mirror hanging over it.

            "You'se hungry?" Spot asked leaning in the doorframe. "Mr. M makes pretty good food, betta den what you'se can get with da pay we'se get."

            "Yeah, dinner sounds great…thanks," Caprice said flashing a smile at Spot. Spot couldn't help but grin.

            "Alright den come on."

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            Spot sat next to Caprice in the "mess room". The mess room was apart of the kitchen. It was a long table with benches by it, for the newsies to sit on, and was set off towards the back of the kitchen.

            Spot watched Caprice out of the corner of his eye. This girl was someone he knew he'd have to keep a watch on; she was a firecracker. Also, the effect she had on him scared Spot. She could make him smile and forget about being the leader of Brooklyn; he could forget who he was. Spot didn't like it. If anyone found out they might think that he was growing weak, especially Queens. Queens and Brooklyn had been at war over territory for what seemed like forever. Queens was a problem for Spot, a big one, one he needed to get rid of.

            Caprice was sitting there staring at her food. Spot was a little surprised that she wasn't either trying to beat someone up or making friends with them. She looked scared and alone. Spot noticed the other newsies looked at her warily; either they didn't trust her or were trying to figure out if Spot had brought her home for fun. Spot was known to get around like that, but not with this girl. He was almost scared to try.

            "So, Capri," Spot said. "Tell me about you'se self."

            Caprice looked up at him and finished chewing the mouthful of food she had been eating. "Well…what do you'se want to know?"

            "Where's you'se from?"

            "Uhh…here an dere mostly, I'se lived in New York for 'bout tree years now. Me and me brother moved here from Italy."

            "How old are ya?" Spot asked and noticed that the other newsies were becoming more and more interested in Caprice.

"Diciotto," Caprice replied offhandedly. She took another bite of her food and then realized what she had said. "I meant eighteen."

Spot was silent for awhile after that. He then got up from the table and looked down at Caprice.

"Do you'se know how ta play poker?"

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Note: Yeah, yeah, I know not the best ending, BUT the story is just starting! Ok I'm gonna try something new…at the end of the chapter I'll have a little translation of the words unless they're already answered…like the age answer. Ok so yea, please R/R!!

foro dell'asino- ass hole

Grazie-thank you