A/N: Blah...Blah.Blahdy.Blah.Blah! That's how all my teachers sound now that it's almost the end of the year. lol. Ok, that's all the normal crap from me, your beloved author. This is my first Newsies Fic, so don't be too hard on me. Ok, here's the pairings: Crutchy/OC, Race/OC, Davey/OC, Denton/OC, Kid Blink/OC, and last, Jack/Sara. I know, lots of OC's but I'm really bored, I'm writing this in Algebra after a test, yargh!. Ok peeps! Now R/R!

"I don't understand why someone would do that! I mean, on purpose of course. Don't laugh at me, I'm serious! Who in their right mind would date a Manhattan Newsie? Sara would apparently, and the worst thing of all, he's the head of the Newsies, Jack Kelly! He's the most pigheaded, sex-driven Newsie out there! He has a new girl every Tuesday or something like that, it's like a cycle. And she thinks- Hey! Where are you going? Come back here! Oh fine! Give up on the youth of America!" People just don't care today. Oh, I'm Rhoslyn Mahala Rosarialini, yeah it's weird, but most everybody just call me Rose. Oh, crap, there goes another one! These Manhattan Newsies have the tendency to whistle under their breath as a lady passes by. Growing up most of my life in Brooklyn, but not acquiring the accent, you think I'd be used to this, but Brooklyn Newsies just walk right up to you and say, 'Hiya, goil. Will you entertain a Newsie on a lonely night?' I should be used to it by now shouldn't I? Every corner, how many frikin' Newsies are there? Finally! Home! It's not much, but I love it. I live with 3 of my friends, Cherry, Mai (pronounced Mya), and Hana. Those aren't there real names of course, but that what they preferred to be called. Cherry's real name was Caden McGuffard, Mai was Makaila Johansen, and Hana was Hafwen Jacobs. We all have crazy names, so we use our nicknames; they're much easier to remember.

"Did youse guys miss me?" said a Brooklyn voice that I know as my best friend.

"Cherry, you came back. I thought for sure you'd be gone this time, rats," She rolled her eyes at me. You see, Cherry had this habit of disappearing for random intervals of time, and then she'd show up again, with clothes, or something like that, it was kinda her job. We all had our jobs, and Cherry was the Criminal, she would steal things from different homes, that Hana and Mai scoped out. Hana is the prettiest, tallest, and kindest of us all, but not the smartest. That was my title. I was a 1st class pilferer, or pick-pocket, whatever, now that may not sound like a thing to be proud of, but I was. I had survived 16 years of life as a pick-pocket. 12 of those years with Cherry, she came out here when she was 4, she was born in Michigan, but moved here when her mother killed herself, her mom was a drug addict, and a drunkard, not a great life. A thunder of steps came down from the loft. Our home had a living room, 3 bedrooms, a loft, 4 closets, and a kitchen. It was in the bad part of town, so it was 'easy to acquire' or so said Cherry, who got the house for us, never ask how, but there is a blood stain on the carpet of the loft, and the police haven't found the body yet, like I said, don't ask.

"Cherry, your back, great. What did you rack up for us today Rose?" Hana was running down the stairs talking at a hundred miles an hour. She always did that, never a slow moment for her, she hated to sit still, and hated to be held down for too long. She always asked who got what, it was her thing. Cherry just shook her head at Hana, she's used to her by now.

"43 bucks and 45 cents, and a nice watch that can be pawned for at least 85 bucks," I emptied my pockets on the table in front of the couch where Cherry was lounging. Even though I was a girl, I wore pants and baggy shirts, it was easier to hide things in those. We all wore junk like that, except Cherry, who preferred dresses. The pants were easier to get around in, than that other crap we were supposed to wear. I don't understand why women subject themselves to corsets and skirts it's crazy!

"Why? Might I ask why can't I get a legal painting job? You people make me a criminal; it's not fair. Do you realize how many people gave me looks when I was walking over here? Way too many, and don't even get me started on the Newsies. I even saw Jack checking out two women on the street, I don't know what Sara sees in him, he's so sex-centered!" The voice was Blaze, her real name was Tanya Blaze Zambioni, she was an artist who couldn't catch a break. She helped Cherry commit her criminal acts, by painting the pictures that Mai or Hana describe to her by their photographic memories, and then Cherry would steal the real painting and replace it with the fake one.

"Did he touch them?" Mai asked coming in from her bedroom.

"Of course not, Jack wouldn't do that to me! He loves me! I can't believe you'd say something like that about Jack!" Sara randomly wanders into our home, and she'd come at the wrong time. Cherry and I walked outside when she came in; she and Blaze would be at it for at least an hour.

"So where did you go this time?" I asked as we were walking down the street toward the center of Manhattan.

"Brooklyn, I decided to go see some old, old friends. You remember Donavan Conolon? He's head of the Brooklyn Newsies, and he's now 'Spot'"

"No way! Don is now a Newsie? No way. I don't believe that our old neighbor is now the Spot of Brooklyn!" It was crazy. Don, Cherry, and I had grown up together. He was the greatest guy on earth, a looker too, Cherry and he dated for a few days, then realized that two crooks could never be happy together. As we walked we continued to talk, we ended up by the Newsie boarding house. There were a whole bunch of Newsies standing outside. One of them, the one with an eye patch pointed us out to the other ones. One was smoking a cigar, he whistled at us. The one with an eye patch yelled, "Hey sweetie, what's goin' on?" He elbowed the one with the cigar, and they walked over to us. Cherry told me to stop, her skirts attracted the boys, not to mention her rack.

"Hey, look Blink, it's two goils, but that one looks more like a boy." I was steamed. I decided to have a little fun with him. I also decided to leave one-eye to Cherry, as she seemed to be plotting.

"Well, well, if it isn't a Newsie. A Manhattan Newsie, at that, I heard that they're the worst kissers, how bout' you Cherry?"

Cherry looked up from her plotting, and grinned deviously. She had finalized her plot of destruction, "Yeah, I heard that too, Rose."

"Gee, Cherry, what do you think about them?" I said circling the guy with the cigar. Both guys had straightened up when we talked about their kissing.

"I dunno. I mean, compared to Brooklyn's picks, they ain't much, are they?" She walked closer to one-eyed one, MUCH closer. Squinting at him, ignoring the whistles she was receiving from the other newsies, she circled him. I tried to stifle a laugh-she was doing the "Vulture" plot. Cherry tended to have many plots that she formulated in the dead of night to use for situations like these, and the minute she told us girls, we would name them. Stopping squarely in front of one-eye, her hand rose up to his face in a caressing gesture and-snatched the cigarette from his mouth, and kissing him on the cheek. Placing it in her mouth and breathing in the smoke, she walked off, swaying her hips in a way both she and I had perfected one day while waiting for Mai and Hana to come back from scoping out houses. Needless to say, there was much whistling.

The guy with one eye was dumbfounded. He and the guy I was looking at were looking at each other. The guy with the cigar looked at me, I smiled cheekily. Taking my chance, I placed a kiss on cigar-smoker's mouth, taking the cigar from the burning end, when I turned it around; I blew a smoke ring in his face, and followed Cherry.

Waving cheekily, I trotted off trying to catch up to Cherry, thinking, "Cuban-wonder how a Newsie got his hands on this.' When we got back Mai and Hana asked us where we got the smokes, and we just smiled and walked off.

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(A/N: In 3rd person. This is at the Newsie Boarding House, Race and Kid Blink Just walked in form the ordeal with Cherry and Rose)

The guys walked back into the Boarding house. Jack was perched upon the counter, smoking a cigarette and playing cards with Crutchy. Race and Blink walked in surrounded by guys laughing their heads off.

"What happened out there? It had to be pretty funny to get these guys laughing so hard. So tell me, what was it?" no one answered, Race and Blink were the only ones not laughing, so Jack questioned them, "Race, what happened?" Race shook his head and relayed his tale of the two girls who stole his cigar, and Blink's cigarette.

"Well, sounds like you've got some girls out there that might be good for you," said Jack trying not to laugh. Race hit him in the arm and headed up to the roof. It's where he went when he needed to think about stuff. The guys had been laying it on Race kinda hard since he hasn't dated since this chick he met while selling papes. She was the love of his life, and he didn't know what to do when she dumped him for some rich guy. It wasn't fair, Jack had Sara and he deserved someone as well.

"Race? You okay man? You look sick," Crutchy was leaning out of the window under him.

"Yeah Crutch, I'm fine. Just thinkin' 'bout Janey. I'll be down in a second," Race tried to smile to assure Crutchy, but it looked more like he was about to choke. Crutchy just shook his head and leaned back into the window. (A/N: this would be a good place for Race to sing his own song, but I'm not good at writing lyrics, so make up your own!()

Race climbed back into the room, lit up a cigar, and prepared to whip Jack at poker, and get up the next day for another boring day. Or so he thought.

A/N: Okay, that's all for Ch.1 you'll get more as soon as you review. Now, REVIEW!!!!