Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies or anything associated with Newsies, but I own Angel and a couple other characters coming up in later chapters. I'm sorry I didn't put it in the first chapter. *bows head in shame*

A/N: Well here it is! The second chapter! Thank you those of you who reviewed. You can come over to my house for a newsie party sometime. Not really, though. I lied. AAAAnyway, on to the shout outs and then the story!

Shout outs:

Rhapsody: Thaaank yoooou! That's very sweet, I hope you continue reading!

Aguachica: I'm so glad you're proud of meeee! *sniffle, tear* Thank you for reading and reviewing, although Angel is not me. I just didn't come up with a better name quick enough. ;-) Oh, and did you know that my cousin's bball team played Grove? Just a quick fact. Hope to see you soon!

Shortie: Yes! I updated! I'm glad it's cute…that's kind of what I'm going for in this particular story. And about the Mary-sue thing, check the A/N after the story.

Brandi: Thankie! I hope to read your switching-bodies-Buffy-fic in the near future!

Kaylee: I think I will keep it up, thankyouverymuch. I hope you keep reading! J

When Jack Came Home

Chapter 2

"Get up boys! Sell the papers, sell the papers! Get up, get up, GET UP!"

            "Oi," Lisa mumbled into her pillow, "Must we wake up so oily?" Lisa was not much of a morning person, and Jack wasn't either; he slept on the bunk directly on top of hers.

            Now dat I'm not asleep, might as well have some fun, Lisa thought. She saw Jack's hand hanging over the edge of his bed. All at once she reached out, grabbed, pulled, and yelled. Jack awoke with a jolt.

            "What the hell?!"

            "Moahnin', Jack."

            Jack sleepily and reluctantly sat up, cursing under his breath. "Didja hafta do dat, Angel? Didja hafta?"

            "Ya gotta get up sometime, Cowboy," Lisa replied with a smirk.

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            A little later that morning, everyone proceeded to selling their daily newspapers. Jack walked up to The World's selling window and knocked.

            "Oh mistah Weasel," he said tauntingly.

            "Well if it ain't me favorite poison in the whole woild," Weasel replied sarcastically. "What can I do f'you?"

            "A hundred papes," Jack answered smugly.

            "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Race intervened. "Ya think ya still got what it takes?"

            "Yeah…you've been gone fer so long…" Skittery joined in.

            Jack looked over at them, then smiled and turned back to the window and Weasel.

            "Make that a hundred n'fifty papes, Weasel."

            "Ohhhhwhoahhhh," the newsies howled jokingly. Jack smiled wider.

            Lisa laughed a little to herself. She knew that Jack was the best, but did he still have it after four months away? I guess I'll jus' hafta wait n'see, she thought.

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            Wow. Now dat was some sellin', Lisa reflected after she had returned to the lodging house. She had seen Jack selling like she hadn't seen him in a long time, with a renewed appreciation for his craft. He was brilliant.

            He truly is the greatest.

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            "Didja see Lisa sellin' tahday?" Jack asked Mush as they stood outside the lodging house.

            "Yeah, sorta. Why?" Mush replied.

            "Nothin', it's just…she sells different now."

            "Oh, that. Yeah, she sells like dat all da time now," Mush finished.

            What they were referring to were the flirtatious looks Lisa had been giving to young men so that they would buy her papers. She was pretty successful, too.

            "She's changed a lot," Jack reflected.

            "Yeah," Mush agreed, and seeing where this was going, kept on the subject. "Y'know, she ust ta like you."

            "Still does, doesn't she?"

            "Nah, not like that. She really liked you."

            Jack turned, his mind now completely on the conversation. "Did she really?…I guess I nevah noticed. I nevah really thought of her as a goil befoah, ya know?"

            "Yeah, I know. I was like dat too. But now lotsa guys've noticed."

            "Yeah?"

            "Yeah."

            "Like who?" Jack inquired, his eyebrows furrowing.

            "Eh, like Spot."

            "Conlon?"

            "Ya know any uddah?"

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A/N: So there it be! The second chapter! I hope to update again next week. I confide that you all are not worried about this being a Mary-sue, because it may come off as that. In fact, most of this fiction might come off as that. This fiction is merely the exposition for two more stories brewing in my head. If this fiction was a movie, it would be a chick flick, like, um, Sleepless in Seattle. I hope I haven't scared any of you off, because the series is rather good. So, yeah, that's it on that topic. Now I've got to go because I'm going to see The Lord of the Rings the Two Towers! Huzzah!