A/N: Thanks for your comments, Morning Dew and KatFightonSkis, I really appreciate them. I hope to get more reviews. Well, you can pretty much tell who Kit's getting with in this chapter, but who knows, it may or may not work out, I haven't decided yet.

Chapter 3

Once they arrived at the lodging house, Spot introduced Kit to Kloppman and they continued walking upstairs. "Dis is whea da newsies sleep, dats da washroom, and over heah is da leada's room, mine," Spot explained while pointing to the places he was talking about.

Kit followed him into his bedroom. "There's only one bed," Kit said. Spot grinned at her. "If you think for one second-"

"Don't worry, you can have da bed, and I gets da floor until we find ya a bed," interrupted Spot. Kit looked at him surprised. "What? Didn't tink I was much a gentleman, did ya?"

"Well, I don't know you that well yet, so anything's possible. Um, I can take the floor, don't worry about it."

"Why would ya wanna sleep on da floah?"

"I've been sleeping in alleys and stuff since I got off the train. I spent my last few cents on a train ticket up here." Kit went and settled on the floor. "I hope you have extra blankets and pillows, otherwise you're right, I'm not sleeping on the floor."

"Couse we do, I'll go get dem." Spot left and shut the door behind him. Kit reached into her pocket and pulled out a picture of her dad. She began stroking it. Dad, I hope you were right about this place, she thought. She was startled by the sound of the door shutting. She quickly put the picture back in her pocket. Spot held onto the blanket and pillow and put them down on the other side of the room and sat down.

"I thought I told you, I'll sleep on the floor."

"And I told ya yous sleepin in da bed." Spot sounded very demanding.

"Are you sure, because-"

"Are ya always dis stubborn?"

"Sometimes." Kit stood up and lay down on the bed facing Spot. "Thanks." She smiled at Spot.

"No problem. Ya know, you should smile more ofen." Kit smiled again. She felt so tired that she didn't want to get up. "Listen, we need ta talk bout tomorrow. It's ya first day, so I'm gonna show ya round Brooklyn and be ya partna foh a few days, so ya get da hang of tings. Now, Brooklyn's a tough town, so I want ya to always have a sellin partna." Kit laughed to herself. If only he knew, she thought. "We wake up at 5 in da moning and get da papahs at 5:30, unless, ya need more time to 'primp up'". Spot grinned. Kit flipped him off. Spot laughed. "I guess not." When Spot stopped laughing he stood up and reached out his hand. "Come on, it's suppa time, den da guys and me are goin to Manhatten foh pokah night."

"I'm not hungry, go without me. All I wanna do right now is sleep." Kit shut her eyes.

"Yeh sure?" Kit looked at him, answering his question with her eyes and face expression. Spot pulled his hand away. "Suit yaself, I'm gonna lock da door so no one 'cept me can get in heah." Spot walked out and locked the door. Kit fell right to sleep, not caring that she was in her clothes and had her shoes on.

"What da tink?" asked Spot.

"She's pretty," answered a voice.

"I think she looks like an angel." Kit began to regain a little conciousness, but still had her eyes closed.

"She ain't ugly, but she ain't cute edah, " said another voice.

"Do ya tink she's awake?" asked another voice.

"Her eyes would be open, Boots!" answered another voice. Kit opened her eyes and saw Spot in her face smiling.

"Evenin, sunshine!" Kit jumped up and looked around. Everybody laughed.

"What the hell is going?" Kit asked, rubbing her eyes.

"I tell ya one thing, Mush, she don't speak like an angel would," remarked Race, the class clown of the Mahattan newsies.

"Don't worry, Kit, des guys are some of da Manhattan newsies. I told we had our first goil newsie, and dey had to see ya," explained Spot.

"I'm Mush," said Mush, reaching out his hand looking twitterpatted. Kit smiled and reached out her hand, ready to shake his, but instead he kissed her hand. "I tink yous beautiful, like angel." Kit giggled and blushed. He's cute, she thought.

"Break it up ya two lovebirds and let da goil meet da rest of us, " said one of the Manhattan newsies pushing Mush away.

"The name's Jack, Jack Kelly." He reached out his hand and kissed Kit's hand. "Brooklyn is lucky ta have ya, pretty face." Kit smiled and continued to blush. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't act like this around guys, she thought. "Let me help ya up, sweetheart." Jack pulled her up. Kit felt a little dizzy and fell back, but Jack immediately caught her. "Careful der, you okay?"

Kit regained her balance. "I'm fine, just still waking up." She looked at Jack. Gee, maybe I should've gone to Manhattan, she thought. Jack turned to face the other guys.

"Dis here is Boots, Race, Kid Blink, Dave, and me goil, Sarah," said Jack as he pointed to each one as he named them. Each guy tipped their hat as he introduced them. "And Mush you've already met," Jack said trying not to laugh as he pointed to him. The other guys didn't hold it in. Mush just continued staring at her, smiling with a dazed look in his eyes. Well, Jack's obviously taken, but this guy Mush definitely isn't, she thought. She smiled at him.

"Hi guys, nice to meet all of you," said Kit smiling at all of them.

"Spot tells us you're quite a sharpshooter," said Dave.

"Well, maybe I'll show you sometime," Kit said shyly. She didn't like when anyone bragged about her.

"Hey, you should come wit me to da racetrack and if da horse I bet on ain't winning, just shoot marbles at all da oder horse to distract dem," joked Race. The guys laughed. Kit just smiled. I'm tired, let me sleep, she thought.

"Okay, I tink Kit has had enough excitement for one night, let her go back to sleep," said Spot trying to push everyone out the door.

Mush walked up to Kit. "Will ya come to Manhatten tomorrow night?" he asked, looking desperate.

Kit said smiling, "I'll try."

"And I'll be der." He kissed her hands one last time and winked at her as he walked out the door. Kit just stood there smiling about what Mush had just said and done.

Spot just laughed. "Man, does dat boy like ya or what?"

Kit turned to him. "And what's so funny about that?"

Spot stopped laughing and looked at her all serious, but that didn't last long. He started to laugh again and turned away.

"I'm glad you find it funny that a sweet guy actually likes me, because I never thought it could happen either, she said sarcastically. She sat down on the bed and took her shoes off.

"It's not dat, it's da look he had on his face and da way he said, 'I'll be der'," Spot said mockingly as he continued laughing. He took off his hat and shoes, and walked to the washroom to wash his face. Kit just rolled her eyes and covered herself in the blanket, smiling as she went to sleep.