Chapter 16

It had been weeks now, and with the love and help all of the newsies gave her, Kit was looking and feeling much better. She was still unable to sell newspapers due to her broken wrist, but she often sold with her fellow newsies. She had yet to talk to Spot and Mush about her decision, but the subject had never been brought up, so she left it alone. Mush visited her often, but not everyday. She had received many 'get well' cards, which she hung around her bed. She needed them to comfort her at night, because she always had trouble sleeping. That terrible night still replayed in her dreams and she often woke up in a cold sweat. She hadn't told anyone about this, not even Spot.

"Hey Kit, you comin' to Medda's on Friday?" asked Tucker. She was keeping both him and Bullseye company while they sold their newspapers.

"Huh?" she replied. She had never heard of Medda before.

"I take it you ain't heoid about it. Medda is dis beautiful and talented singah who performs down in Manhatten. Every now and den, she performs foh da newsies around New York. We watch her for a little, den we dance. Usually da guys bring dates," he explained.

"Yeah, and yous gotta weah a dress. Dat, I would definitely hafta see!" Bullseye busted out laughing at the thought of Kit wearing a dress.

"Hey, just because you've never seen me wear a dress, doesn't mean I never have!"

"So, ya comin' den?" asked Tucker.

"Sure, sounds fun," agreed Kit. "And I'll wear a dress, except, I don't know where to get one and I definitely can't afford one."

"Ask Jack's goilfriend, Sarah, she always weahs dem," said Bullseye after he finished laughing.

"I don't know her."

"Yeah, but she wouldn't mind. I'm sure Spot would love it," said Tucker as he winked at her. She rolled her eyes as she smiled. "Why ain't you two hooked up anyway? I see da way yous look at each odeh. I mean, I know you and Mush ain't togedah, but dat's all I know."

"Well, it's complicated, I'd rather not talk about it. You guys wanna go to Tibby's for lunch?" she tried to change the subject since it was the last thing she wanted to think about. She had, however, decided later that day to make her decision known at Medda's on Friday.

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Kit retired to the lodging house early that day because she was weary from lack of sleep. As she began drifting off to sleep, she was awoken by the sound of the door opening. It was Spot. He looked over at her, surprised to see her.

"I didn't tink anyone was heah," he said.

"Well, I was tired, so I decided to take a nap," she explained. There was a brief silence before Spot walked over to her bed and sat on the end of it. He said nothing, but instead stared at the chipped, wooden floor. Kit knew something was plaguing him. She sat up. "What's on your mind?" she finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Just thinkin', dat's all," he said, continuing to stare at the floor.

"About what?"

He looked over at her. "Every time I go ta Medda's I bring a goil wit me. Da only goil I want ta bring wit me is you, but I don't know if you feel da same way." He continued to stare at her, searching for an answer.

"Well, no one has asked me yet so of course I'll go with you." She smiled at him as she reached out her hand and grabbed his.

"You sure Mush won't cah?"

"Understand that I will be with him too, but I also wanna be with you."

Spot pulled his hand away and stood up. "How long are ya gonna torture me and Mush foh, huh? He won't talk about it, but I know he's dyin' to heah da outcome. I don't know how long he can wait, but my patience is runnin' out!"

Kit sighed. "Well, you're right. You both deserve that. The problem is, I don't want to hurt either one of you, because I care about both of you too much."

"Well, one of us has ta be da victim, we may as well find out now rather den lateh."

"You're right. Tell you what, I'll talk to you both about it at Medda's on Friday, is that okay?"

Spot looked down at her. "Yea, dat woiks." He sat down next to her and shot her another one of his cocky grins.

"What?"

"Just tryin' to picture ya in a dress." Kit started laughing, and Spot joined in. She swiped her pillow from behind her and hit him with it.

"You dork!" He grabbed the pillow from her. "Ow!" She grabbed hold of her left wrist with her right hand.

Spot's eyes went wide with concern. "I'se sorry!" He stared at her wrist, examining it to make sure it was all right.

She looked back up at him and smiled. "It's okay, don't worry about it. It's still a little sensitive, that's all." He looked up at her. Now they were staring into each other's eyes. He slowly began to lean in, pleading with his eyes if he could kiss her. She looked away. "I wanna go back to sleep now, I'll see you later," was all she said before grabbing the pillow and laying back down.

Spot just looked away in disappointment before standing up and walking out of the room.

A/N- There, two chapters, so I hope for more reviews!