Hey everyone!! Thanks for reviewing… I hope all of you Jack fans are enjoying this. I know this chapter is kind of short, but I really haven't had much time to write lately, and I just wanted to give you all something to keep you interested. I promise I'll get more up soon!

            Shout outs:

            Daveydearest: Yea, you know who Kit is… hehe. But I'm going to try to get Davey involved too soon, just give me time! YAY!! I know you're happy now. I'll write more soon, I promise. And I LOVE your story!! Keep writing!!

            Madeleine: I know you are loving these Jack chapters! Don't worry, he'll be in it a lot for a while. Keep reviewing!

            Lucky: Yay! I'm glad you like my story! And yes, it is a bit of a twist… I was proud of that [smiles proudly]. Keep reading!

            Patch: They WILL get the messege!! Maybe… Oh its hard to write when you are "preoccupied," isn't it? But I'm glad you're liking Kit. Here's more!

            Morning Dew: I'll have to read Angel's story when it gets up! I think Spot is my second favorite newsie… Yea, he is. I'm glad you like that "sun" line! I was very proud of it (a very 'Jack' thing to say, don't you think?). Keep reviewing!!

            Chapter 7:

"Nice ta meet ya Kit. Jack Kelly here," Jack said after being introduced to Sarah's new friend. "Ah, yes… Sarah has told me a lot about you. Apparently you are quite the romantic one, as your gift seems to confirm," the outgoing brunette responded, amused at Jack's expression after hearing this.

"Hey, you'se know… tomorra me and Sarah, well we'se goin' ta a show at Medda's…" he started. "Medda's?" she interrupted. "Yea, it's a theatre 'round here, and I knows da owna, so she invites us sometimes ta see da shows," he explained.

"But anyways," he continued, "You'se could come if ya want… I mean, I'se can get one of me boys ta take ya." "That would be great," she replied, "I've been wanting to get to know some more people around here… Miss Molloy practically never lets me out of this shop!" She added the last part good-humoredly as a woman of about thirty passed through the room.

"I would let you out if you would ever finish you're work. You're brother will never forgive me if I let you get away with frolicking all day," the lady responded light heartedly. "Can I go? Please Miss Molloy… I promise I'll work ever so hard before then to make up for it," Kit pleaded until Miss Molloy gave in.

 "Alright, because Sarah is going and I know she will keep an eye on you," Miss Molloy responded with a smile. "Thank you!" Kit called through the door as Miss Molloy made her way out and down the street.

"Ok, well, one of me boys will comes wit me ta pick you'se and Sarah up tomorra night," Jack concluded as he kissed Sarah on the cheek and headed to the door. "And don't worry… I'll pick one you'se'll like," he said with a wink as he walked through the doorway and out of sight.

As Jack headed toward Tibby's, he thought about which of his newsies would be the best for Kit. While he was walking, Jack noticed a figure sitting on a stoop slouched over, obviously feeling down on his luck.  "Heya Skittery, how's ya day beens?" Jack asked the fellow newsie in an effort to cheer up his constantly depressed friend. Not anudder goil… Jack thought to himself, waiting for Skittery to begin his tragic tale of the day.

But before the boy could respond, they were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Hey Jack," called a younger newsie as he headed to the two older boys. "Heya Snipeshooter, how's it rollin'?" Jack replied before turning back to Skittery. "Actually, I'se was comin' ta tell ya dat me sista's in town, and I'se was wonderin' if she could stay at da lodgin' house," the boy asked, although it was more of a demand then a question, because this was one newsie who took what he wanted whether he had the right to or not.

The boy continued on without listening for Jack's answer. "Heya Skit, whadda ya think o' her? Yea Jack, Skits here met her 'bout an hour ago. She didn'ts take too kindly ta him, if ya know what I means," Snipeshooter managed to say before being shooed away by Jack.

So dats what all dis is about, Jack though, I knew it was some goil! Great, its gunna take 'im a week ta get ova dis one… or maybe… Jack suddenly knew what to do to get Skittery's mind off Snipeshooter's sister.

"Heya Skit, I knows you'se upset and all, but I was wonderin' if ya could do me a favor. See, Sarah has dis new friend, and I'se invited 'er ta Medda's tomorra and well… I'se needs someone ta take her. Whadda ya say? For me?" Jack asked pleadingly.

After a moment of consideration, Skittery agreed, "Sure Jack, but ONLY because you'se wants me to. I probably won't like da goil." At this Jack just rolled his eyes and playfully punched Skittery in the arm and replied, "Whateva Skit. So we'se pickin' dem up tomorra night before da show." Then the two boys walked off together down the cobblestone street toward Tibby's.