A/N- Okay, this chapter isn't that exciting, but it is important. Don't worry, I promise the next chapter will be better.

Chapter 4

Kit awoke the next morning feeling all refreshed. She felt something on her, and as she looked down she realized a hand was on her stomach She looked over only to see Spot sound asleep. She rolled her eyes. She didn't want to wake him up, so she slowly slid off the bed, barely moving Spot's hand and arm. She then stood up, rubbing her eyes. She realized that it was probably a little while before the newsies were supposed to wake up, so she decided to hit the showers before Spot did. He was lucky enough to have his own washroom and shower. She scrimmaged around the room for an at least somewhat clean towel.

"Mornin babe!" Kit turned around startled, only to see Spot sitting up without his shirt on grinning at her. Even though his hair was messy, it made him look like a stud.

"Morning, um, I was looking for a towel because I need to take a shower," said Kit trying not to look at him, because she couldn't deny that he looked very sexy without a shirt and his hair like that.

"It's in dat lowah drah."

Kit turned around and then looked back at him and asked, "Why are you in the bed?"

"Ise couldn't sleep on da flooh, so I saw dat der was room in da bed, so I hopped in," he replied smiling.

"Well, do you know that when I woke up your hand was on me?"

Spot busted out laughing. "No kiddin', yeah I'se not saprised wid da dream I was havin!"

"Fine, I'll just sleep on the floor from now on." Kit reached into the drawer to pull out a big green towel and began walking towards the door.

"I tink youse da foist goil to evah complain bout bein in bed wit me," Spot proudly admitted.

"Yeah, and I won't be the last." Kit shut the door behind her before Spot could answer.

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Kit walked back in the room, wrapped in the green towel, holding her clothes she took off. She felt embarrassed to have Spot see her like this, but she didn't have a choice.

Spot glanced up at her, all dressed for the day. His surprised look immediately switched to the seductive grin he had. "Tis a beautiful ting ta know dat da only ting covahring you is dat towel."

"Don't get any ideas. Listen, I have worn these clothes for so long, so do you have any extras that would fit me?" "Yeah, I see what I can find." Spot stood up, walked over to the closet and began rummaging through his clothes. Kit put her clothes on the other side of the room and waited for Spot to find something. He finally pulled out a navy blue shirt along with brown pants. "Dis should fit ya okay, since I'se only a lil' tallah." He handed them over to Kit.

Kit examined them and smiled at Spot. "Thanks, they're fine. So, do you mind leaving?"

Spot laughed before saying, "Tisk, tisk. Well, if yous insist." Spot turned around and shut the door behind him. Kit changed as fast as she could, fearing that Spot would walk back in at any moment. The clothes fit her okay. She smelled them and sighed because Spot really did have a nice scent. She grabbed her coat, reached into the pocket, and pulled out a comb. As she was combing her hair, Spot walked back in, with his hair slicked back. He watched her as she combed her hair and noticed something he hadn't before. He walked up to her and gently rubbed his hand against her cheek. Kit stopped what she was doing and looked at Spot confused. She backed off, which made Spot stop what he was doing.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Yous got da softest, most cleah skin I'se evah seen on a goil," he replied.

"Thanks, I've always had soft, clear skin. My dad said I got it from my mother." Kit put her comb back into her jacket pocket.

"What happened to ya modah?"

Kit looked back up at him before looking down and walking over to the bed and sitting down. "She left my father and I when I was a little girl. I barely even remember her."

Spot walked over and sat next to her. "So, from what Ise know, ya fadah raised yah, but wheah is he now?"

Kit continued to look down at the floor. "He's dead." A dismal look overtook Kit's face.

"Sorry. If ya don't mind me askin, how did he die?"

Kit hesitated for a moment before responding. "Tuberculosis. I took care of him as best I could, but in the end it didn't matter." As much as Kit tried, she couldn't hold back her tears. Spot put his arm around her to comfort her. "He was my whole life. It's so hard without him. He taught me everything-"

Kit was interrupted by one of the newsies. "Hey Spot, come on, we gots to go," he said. Kit quickly wiped away her tears. The newsie looked over at Kit. "Is dat her?"

Spot nodded. The newsie grinned at Spot before shutting the door.

"Let's go," said Kit as she stood up.