Hey hey hey everyone!! I know I haven't updated this in a while. I had a lot of trouble getting my ideas down on paper and school has been hectic. Anywayz, here's chapter 5!!! Special thanks to all who reviewed chapter 4! I'll love you all forever! ~hugz~ hehe! Well, hope you enjoy and please review! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. Blah blah blah.
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Three months had past since Britt had come to New York, and she came to know it as her home very quickly. She was so happy to be with her family again and to feel like she belonged. She had become fast friends with all of the newsies and had gained the same 'big brothers' as Ally had when she first came. David, Spot, and Jack constantly kept their eyes on her, making sure she was adjusting. Summer, Clover, and Magic were great too.

Racetrack was a different story. He was incredibly sweet to her and they talked a lot on their many meetings at his secret spot. Which was now 'theirs' kind of. Britt went there every evening to watch the sun set and there he was. But as sweet as he was...he was also distant and that made her want to reach out to him. There was something behind those deep brown eyes that she wanted to see. But besides that...she felt her feelings toward him intensify with every smile he gave her.

"BRITT?!"

Britt snapped out of her little reverie and she looked at her sister, "Huh?"

Ally laughed, "Can I have that dish?" she pointed to the plate that Britt had been drying for the past 5 minutes. Britt looked down at it and blushed, "Oh...sorry." She said, handing it to her.

"Penny for your thoughts, sis?" Ally asked smirking as she placed the plate in the cupboard above the sink, "Or should I just charge Race for them?"

Britt blushed, "I...I don't know what you're talking about." she turned and began drying another dish.

"Yeah, right." Ally teased as Michael came out from his room.

Britt smiled at her father, "Did you have a nice nap, Papa?"
"Sure did," he replied, sitting down at the table. "Thanks for doing the dishes girls."

"No problem, Papa." Ally said, putting the last dish away. "I was gonna go down to the Jacobs' for a little while...is that okay?"

Michael nodded, "Sure...give my best to David's folks."

Ally smiled, "I will."

Michael turned to his younger daughter, "So, Britt-girl...are ya ever gonna tell us where you go every evening?"

"Yeah Britt....where do you and Race go all the time?" Ally asked smirking.
Michael raised an eyebrow, "Oh, Race huh? I see." He chuckled as a blush crept up Britt's cheeks. She sighed turning to the window only to see the sun starting to sink behind the skyline of New York. "Oh! I better get going!" she ran toward the door.
"Say hi to Race for me!" Ally called after her. But Britt didn't hear her as she ran as fast as she could toward the bridge.
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As Britt was running towards the bridge, Race was already there waiting for her. He closed his eyes, her face always in his head. Racetrack too found himself falling. Falling so hard and fast it scared him. He had been avoiding these kinds of feelings for years...quickly dodging every pang of emotion before it struck him. But this single emotion didn't strike...it pulled. Every time he heard her voice or watched as the sunset lit up her face...it pulled at his heart. He lay awake in bed some nights just thinking about her. Trying to pinpoint exactly what is was about her...to no avail. All he knew was that his heart was in major trouble of being pulled straight from his body and into her hands. And what scared him...was the soft smile that spread across his lips at the mere thought of that.

"Race..."

Race snapped out of his thoughts as his gaze fell on her figure, standing at the top of the hill, catching her breath. He stood, smirking at her, "What? Didja run 'ere or somethin'?" he asked holding out his hand to help her down.

Britt laughed, "Well..."

Race chuckled, "Couldn't wait ta see me hmm?" he winked.

Britt blushed and sat down on the rock, looking out over the water as the sun set. Race sat beside her. "Beautiful as eva..." he said softly, his eyes lingering on her face.

Britt nodded, thinking he was referring to the sky, " I just hope that rain cloud doesn't ruin it for us."

Race reverted his gaze to the sky, seeing the rather large cloud looming overhead. (--I don't tink rain could ruin any moment wit her.--) he thought with a sigh.

She looked at him, "You okay?" she asked, "You're not usually this quiet."

Race gave her a small smile, "I'm okay...just thinkin'."
"Anything you wanna talk about?" she looked into his eyes, searching for something in the deep brown depths.

He thought about it. He could tell her everything he was feeling...how confused he was. Maybe she felt the same way...(--Naw...why would she?--) he thought.

She took his hand, "Race? I'm here whenever you need me." She moved closer to him.

He looked down at their hands, and then back up into her eyes. With out a word said, Race slowly leaned down. The moment would have been perfect, if the skies hadn't decided to open and drench them from head to toe.

They jumped up, still holding hands. "Come on!" Race yelled over the sound of the pounding rain. Hand in hand the ran to Britt's apartment building and stood together under the canopy. The doorstep was quite small so they had to stand close as they watched the rain fall down onto the streets of New York. Race looked down at Britt and smiled. "Yer soaked..."he stated, "Ya should get in before ya freeze."

Britt smiled up at him and nodded, "What about you though? You should come up and dry off until the rain stops."

He shook his head, "Naw...I'll be okay. I've survived worse storms den dis."

She nodded, still smiling up at him, not wanting to leave just yet. He smiled back, bringing his hand up to brush a piece of wet hair away from her face. His finger lingering on her cheek. Britt shivered, chills running down her spine from his touch. She stepped closer to him, but Race pulled away. "I...betta get back ta da lodgin' house." He choked out, "I'll see ya tomorra, doll." He turned and ran down the steps and towards the lodging house. Britt watched him leave, disappointed. "Will I ever get through to him?" she thought out loud. Sighing, she turned and went inside.
Race ran. He ran the few blocks to the lodging house, bursting through the door. The newsies were sitting and standing around talking. "Heya Race!" they all exclaimed. Jack came over and patted him on the back, "I see ya got stuck in da storm."

Race nodded, not really listening.

Blink walked over tot hem, "We was just about ta start a game a poker, ya in?"

Race shook his head, "Naw....not tonight." He walked past them and up the steps to the bunkroom. Blink raised an eyebrow and looked at Jack, "What's wit him?"

Jack shook his head, "I've got a pretty good idea...but he ain't talkin'."

"Britt?"

Jack nodded. "We should just leave 'im alone fer awhile."

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Up in the bunkroom, Race paced back and forth. (--Why?! Why did I almost kiss her before da rain started? What is it about her dat brings me a this?!--) He collapsed on his bed and covered his face with his hands. (--I won't fall in love wit her! I CAN'T fall in love wit her!--) Restless, he stood up and leaned against the wall, watching the rain fall from the sky. "Except I already did...." He whispered.
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Hehe, I am evil! Lol Hope you all liked it! Please review!!! :)

Luv Alwayz & 4ever,

~Britt aka AngelicOne~