Digger spent the next week selling with Storm, learning various Brooklynite traits (such as firing a slingshot), and getting to know all the Brooklyn newsies.

Blink spent the week going through his usual routine with the exception that he didn't laugh, joke, smile, or go out as much as usual. He avoided Slingshot and Jack as well as he could. He didn't want to disrespect Jack again nor did he want to evne talk to Slingshot.

Spot and Storm tried to talk to Digger about what had happened but she always worrked her way around it or went to talk to the other newsies. Spot's patience was thinning and fast because he was getting tired of having to sell by himself and share his time with Storm. Storm could feel Spot's temper rising more and more but she wanted to help her friend.

"Spot there has to be something we can do. She can't keep avoiding it," Storm said one night while watching Digger play poker with some of the guys. She turned towards Spot who was sitting beside her on the couch with his arms around her. "I'm sorry it's taking so long. I know we don't get much time alone anymore but it's jist until things settle down." She kissed him. "Please be patient."

Spot sighed and looked down into Storm's beautiful blue-grey eyes which were pleading with him. "I'll try my best."

She kissed him again, slowly this time. "Thank you."

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"SLINGSHOT! I need ta talk wid ya," yelled Jack as he stormed through the room, out the window and up the fire escape, expecting her to follow. She did, of course.

As soon as she stepped onto the roof Jack turned to face her and pinned her with a glare.

"I waited a week ta talk ta ya cause I thought Diggea would be back by now but she ain't and from what I understand it's yer fault. I understand ya were drunk off yer a** when it happened but why were ya drinkin' so much anyways, Jones?," Jack stated tersely.

"I...I...I had a bad day o' selling so I went out," stammered Slingshot.

"So bad dat ya got so drunk ya kissed Blink and ruined his and Diggea's relationship?," asked Jack with disbelief.

"Well...what's it to ya anyways, Kelly? Dey love each oddea, dey'll woik t'ings out," said Slingshot defensively.

"What's it to me?!? Dey'se some of me best friends and now dey ain't tageddea cause ya were too drunk ta control yerself. Ya ruined deir relationship," Jack accused.

"Ya know, Kelly, I don't need ta take dis from ya!," she shouted, anger flowing through her.

"I'm da leadea of Manhattan's newsies so of course ya 'ave ta take it. As long as ya live in dis lodging 'ouse ya will listen, obey, and answer ta ME!" Jack's face was now red.

"Den maybe I should leave cause I don't plan on doing any of dose t'ings fer a bastard like you," Slingshot stated in a quiet, calm voice. She turned on her heel and headed downstairs to pack up and leave.

"Slingshot! Dammit git back 'ere," yelled Jack and waited for her return. After a couple minutes he followed down into the bunkroom. She wasn't there.

"Race, where'd Slingshot go?"

"She left. She came, got her things, and took off without a word. What did ya say ta her Jack?," accused Race.

"Nuttin'. So she really left? S***," said Jack as he sank down onto Slingshot's vacant bunk.

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Slingshot walked down a couple alleys until she found one that she could manage to sleep in. She threw her bag on the ground and collapsed next to it.

~How dare Kelly jist blame me fer everything,~ thought Slingshot angrily. ~I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing.~ She burst into angry tears and cried herself into a dreamless sleep.

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Here's the second chappie for today!!!!... Please review and read my newest story "Loving The Enemy"......

~Molly