*Chaos's POV*
I rolled over, rubbing my eyes and moaning at the sound of catcalls and whistles, "Whadya want?" I asked angered.
"Yeah, what the fuck is all the racket about?" Spot asked while holding his head, obviously hungover from the past events that night. Spot may have been drunk, but he was one HOT drunk. I laughed at his confused state and turned back to the boys, "Who'se are ya's?"
"I t'ink we shoulda been askin' you'se dat fiost." A fairly short boy with dark brown hair and a lit cigar hanging from his mouth nodded at me.
"Dey call me Chaos, what's it ta you'se?"
"Whoa, whoa .. she's a fiesty one, eh Spottie?" The boy nudged Spot with his elbow, sitting down on the corner of the bed and pulling off his shoes, wiggling his toes back and forth, "I'm Racetrack. Lotta walkin' we'se did taday." He shook his head. I couldn't believe this, who were these guys?
"Chaos, dat's whatcha said your name was, right?" Spot asked me, rolling over and propping himself up with an elbow.
"You'se knew dat, I toldja…" I trailed off, of course he didn't, I told him when he was drunk. A sudden shriek from the doorway followed by a gasp caught my attention; I spun around to meet eyes with a brown haired, blue eyed girl about the size of Spot.
"Patch? Whaddin' da hell are you'se doin' 'ere?" Spot shot up out of bed, running over to her. Wow, this night was just getting better and better. Do you mean to tell me I was just in bed with a guy that has a girl? Ha, wow, I should have known this was too good to be true.
*Hype's Point Of View*
The minute I heard the voices and footsteps of the boys coming up the stairs I buried my face in Jack's chest, they couldn't find us. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed, I didn't need the torment, I already hated the kid enough, being mistaken for his sex partner would just be worse. They entered the room and to my relief didn't even seem to notice us, at that point Jack had clearly woken up and began stroking my hair and whispering words of comfort in my ear. Just as soon as he began, I pulled away and accidentally tumbled from the bed, just as a gasp sounded from the doorway.
I watched from my position on the floor as a semi-drunk Spot stumbled from the bed he was sharing with Chaos and brushed past the others to block the girls attention from the surrounding scene.
"Get away from me Spot, ya can't goddamn stop me from beatin' dat whore up." She snapped, pulling away from Spot's grip. I stood up, blocking this bitches way to Chaos, "Ya ain't touchin' me friend."
"Ha, fiost off, since when didju become me muddah? An' secondly, I wasn't plannin' on beatin' her ass, it was you'se I was aftah." I glared at the girl that Spot had called Patch, I could take her on. I might be a girl, but I knew one thing about fighting and that was that you wanted to throw the first punch, that way you had a better chance of getting in the second. I raised my hand and swung it forward, just as someone grabbed me from behind and spun me around.
"Wouldja stop?" Jack hissed at me, holding my fist back from harming anyone, "Ya's don't live 'ere, I'm not lettin' you'se trash it eitha."
I rolled my eyes, "you'se gotta be kiddin' me." I ripped my arm from his grasp and stalked away, up the nearest stairs to what took me to the roof. I hated this kid. Jack, who the hell did he think he was?
"You'se jes gotta get used to him. He's Jack Kelly, Cowboy we'se call 'im. 'Eryone knows who'se Jack Kelly is, he's jes not used to havin' goils like you'se 'round." A voice came from behind me, I spun around quickly to meet the eyes of one of the most beautiful Newsies I had ever seen.
"Me names Mush, Mush Meyers." He stuck out a tanned hand to me and I shook it, blushing slightly, "And dey calls you Hype, eh?"
"Dat's me," I smiled, "Mush, what a nice name."
"I should be sayin' da same 'bout yers." At that moment in time, I knew that Mush was perfect. He was what my mother would have always dreamed of me marrying, not that I plans of marrying him. No, of course not.