Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, or any of the people, places (in short: anything) associated with it.

Author's notes: So I've gone and started another story, but this one has a conclusion! Yes, it *will* be finished. FOR SURE! Okay… that was mostly for my benefit. Anyway, this is the combination of two stories I started writing over a year ago. The both seemed to be going nowhere, but together they travel! Yeah, that was horrible. So, really this is an… almost pointless story, mostly fluff kind of thing. I can't really say anything now, because… um… I want to save it for the next chapter. Thank you, I hope you like it.

Chapter One:

The library was quiet, like on any ordinary day. The room smelt musty, it was the kind of smell you get in the presence of aged things. The books were aligned neatly and parallel to one another on the old, dusty shelves. Near the entrance were the A's, arranged in order by the author's last name. They were mostly male writers, as to be expected, but there was the occasional female. Along the rows and rows there would also be an occasional misplaced book, such as a 'P' beside Dickens. The librarian would be along later, notice the book, shake her head hoping one day every book would be in the correct place and then proceed to remove from it's location and return it to it's proper place. But despite her disappointment that her library was not perfect she loved it just the same. Finding misplaced books was, strangely enough, a job she enjoyed very much. She had read nearly every book in the building so moving them around would either bring back fond memories of her time reading it or bring her to the knowledge that she had yet to.

Early one Saturday morning the 'book caretaker' was putting some recently returned books back into their proper places, when a girl approached her. She looked to be about sixteen, a few years younger than the librarian.

"S'cuse me Miss,"

"May I help you?" the librarian replied politely, holding the book that was in her hand to her chest.

"I was lookin' for a book…" Then the girl shrugged, as if unsure what else to say.

"Anything in particular?" The librarian encouraged, and the girl smiled.

"Well me friend told me she got a real nice book about love, or something… got anything else like that here?"

"Of course, let me help you find a really good one." The librarian then helped the girl find the perfect book.

Most days were like this; young people; old people; rich people; poor people; they all came and asked 'Miss' to find them their perfect book. But sometimes she wished she could just sit back by herself and read her favourites all day.

~*~

"Miss Woolfe!" a voice boomed, shattering the library's silence, and rattling the wooden shelves all around.

"Sir," she answered a few seconds later, peeking her head out for a row, three or four aisles down the hall. The tall, sturdy man glared, before heading towards Miss Juliet Woolfe's location.

"Miss Woolfe," he started again. His voice was quieter, but his angry tone was still evident. "What are you doing?" she looked around nervously before replying.

"Just reading, sir."

"Reading… of course, how silly of me to yell at you. There's only tons of paper work to do and books to be sorted. Now get back to work.

Juliet sighed and went over to the counter by the entrance, she grabbed the half empty cart of returned books, and went about her job without a single peep.

She finished her work quickly with time to spare. She was about to leave when she looked to the trolley and noticed one last book that she had missed: a copy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. She smiled at the book, it was worn out and some of the pages were slightly torn. Admittedly, she had caused most of the damage because she had read it so many times in the past. Juliet picked up the book and sat at one of the libraries many tables. She was going to read it again before closing.

"I do but keep the peace," she read out loud to herself. "Ah, Benvolio," She could picture the battle of swords, which happened early on in the play, perfectly. To this she sighed blissfully and slowly fell asleep.