Hey it's me again. Same disclaimer as before, I own Sprite, Jelly, Candy and poor Sunny who I forgot to mention last time as well as... the DISCLAIMER!!, but not Marit or any of the newsies as much as I'd like to own a certain one, or all of 'em lol. Keep reading and I'll have more posted as soon as possible. Talk 2 y'all latah. Enjoy the story and please review!
Smile,
~Sprite

Kept in Confidence

"Morning goils," Mush called out to all who headed downstairs. Last to exit the room were Marit and Sprite. Two girls who couldn't have been more different, and yet, remained the very best of friends. Marit was short at 4'9" and almost pixy like in appearance. Blonde, and gorgeous, witty, intelligent, and fun. Not to mention every newsie from Manhattan to Brooklyn wanted to get into her pants. But, she also had high morals and refused to let them be compromised by anyone. Whereas Marit was loud and outgoing, Sprite was just as quiet and reserved, not letting many get close to her. Sprites' hair was a darker blonde, with many light highlights from the sun and even a few small streaks of auburn compared to the sun kissed golden locks that cascaded down Marit's back. That is where the similarities between Sprite and Marit ended. Sprite was also tall for a girl, nearly as tall as Mush himself, but not quite. Sprite was more likely to be overlooked at a party, and just left in the shadows, which suited her just fine unlike Marit who could talk the back leg off a mule. (like my lil' hickerbilly
saying?? lol) The surprising thing about Sprite, besides the fact that she and Marit were best friends, was that she was the leader of the Manhattan girl newsies.

Sprite looked up before she collided into Mush and looked at him.

"Hello Mush."

"Marit, Sprite, how ah you goils dis lovely morning?" Marit giggled in a light and feminine way. Sprite just looked at him.

"Weah fine. T'ank you Mush," Marit looked down at her shoes in an attempt to play coy.

"Mushy, would you care to escoaht us to da Distribution Office?" Mush's smile increased 100 watts and he felt as if his heart would burst.

"Why o'couahse Miss Marit. Sprite?" Mush held out his arm in a gentlemanly gesture. Sprite looked at his arm, and then him for a moment before she interlocked her arm in his, mimicking Marit.

"Off we go," Sprite said under her breath. The chilly New York air was not what Sprite had been expecting; especially for it being early June. Mush saw Sprite shiver as well as felt the small goosebumps on her tanned skin and pulled her closer to him.

"Well, heah we are. Miss Marit, Sprite," Mush tipped his hat to the girls and left them to join
his friends in the line to buy papers.

"What a sweet boy," Marit said straightening her Newsie cap.

"Uh huh," Sprite said not looking at her friend. Marit noticed Sprite was no longer listening and gazed over where Sprite was staring. She was very surprised to find it was a group of boys.

"Oh, I get it," The petite blonde said, taking her eyes off the boys and staring instead at her best friend. Sprite kept her eyes fixed on the boys as she answered,

"Wha' da ya mean?"

"You'se in love wid Mushy." Marit said casually, watching her friend's reaction. Sprite looked away immediately, her face flushing bright red.

"What are you tawkin' about?" Sprite demanded.

"You, you'se in love wid Mushy. Dat's why you act all shy around him and you'se always lookin' at him." Sprite was about to protest but Marit kept speaking, "don't even try to deny it. I can tell just by da look on youah face. Dat's so sweet. Ah you gonna tell him?" Sprite stared at the ground and answered quietly.

"O'coahse not."

"Why not?!" Marit asked, surprised at her friend.

"'cause he likes goils like you, and Sunny, and Jelly. Ya know, sweet, smily, happy, funny.
You'se like his idea of da poifect goil. I don't even compaih. 'sides, he's nevah looked at me as anything other than at most a casual friend." Marit's mouth hung open in shock.

"But what about this morning? When he held you when you'se was shivering?" Sprite finally looked up from the ground into her best friend's eyes.

"I was cold, and he was bein' polite. He would have done exactly the same foah any other goil. I know, 'cause I seen him. Face it Mar (pronounced Mare), I'se nothing to him." Marit's mouth still hung agape. She stopped walking and hugged her best friend tightly.

"Sweety, I never knew you felt dat way. O'coahse you compaih. Sprite, you'se me best friend. When I foist came here you was da foist one to talk to me. You didn't care how I looked, you were still willing to tawk to me and be my friend. You don't know how much that meant to me. I love you Sprite, you'se moah like me sistah than me best friend." Sprite smiled and brushed her hair out of her green eyes. "Hey, don't worry about it. If he ain't da one foah you, then you'll find da guy dat is."

"T'anks," Sprite said feeling a bit better.

"Now, we gotta go get ouah papes. Come on Sprites," Marit said putting her arm around her best friend and leading her to the line of newsies.