This is chapter 4 to those who are confused with my chapter order. My computer is screwed up (sighs) as is my life. But I won't go into that now. Now for the reviews = )

To Kawaii Julie Sama: Really cool about your dad!! My dad works with coffee farmers, but enough about me. Thanks for the kind review! And, be patient, you will find out who the couple will be...breath in, breath out.

To Alexandra Paige: Goodness!! I had no idea I was so horrible! I'll definately make note of it. I do so thank you for the info regarding the name! I didn't know! truely I didn't! So I hereby change my official penname to 'Spazjoslyn14'. Don't worry, she's not a mary-sue, she just sort of acts like if for a while.

To sphinxx: Love the name! very cute! Andyways (and yes I spelled that as intended) I would love to try and weasel the charac in but I will need the names of all the stories she's in (I want to try and get the character right!)

To Moonlights Sundance: You're darn right they don't make a good couple! I don't think anyone could be more mary-sueish! It's hard to watch. And, yes, the reason they don't make a good couple is she's not Jack's type. Just to clarify. And, if he does like a brunette she would not be even slightly mary-sueish (sorry, I gots a thing against them = ) but only hard core MS's)

And now, the moment we've all been waiting for.............................

The DISCLAIMER (does the 'hail the conquering hero' thing)

I *sob* DON't own the NEWSIES (starts doing the Soap Opera thing where they say something REALLY.....EMPHASISED for no REASON) And I will *cries histerically* NEVER own the newsies....*voice trails off* and since I'm only 14 *starts hyperventalating* I don't have ANY money so DON'T sue ME *faints*

It Could Get Worse

Chapter 4

~Geneva's point of view~

Almost out of the blue I noticed how his hands felt, rough, like he had worked all of his life, but strong and firm. I also noticed that he was rubbing much gentler than he would have if I was someone else. I was quite silet for a minute and then- "AAAIIIIIEEEE!" I was shrieking from a pain in my back that was almost indescribable.

"I'se guessing dat's da spot?" Race asked in a timid voice. I could bearly make out what he was saying, I was about to pass out. When I could talk again, which was about 40 seconds (but felt like minutes at least) I turned over on my back and looked at him and squeaked "Yeah, that might be it." I sat up and started re-tucking my shirt, "HEY!"

"What? What's da mattah?" Race asked in a worried voice.

"The pain's gone! I don't know how you did it but thanks loads Race!" I was grinning by now.

"Hey, Race," I said, on our way down the stairs of the lodging house, "Do you know any nonsense songs?"

"What do ya mean?" He asked uncirtainly.

"I mean like songs with simple tunes and words that don't make any sense. Do you like those?"

"I don't know as I've evah hoid one."

I almost fell over, I was astounded, how could this be? This was unheard of!

"Well then!" I exclaimed loudly.

"Well then what?" He asked.

"Well then, I've got to teach you some!" And with that I dragged him out of the lodging house singing the stupidest song I could think of (this, of course, supplied by my hero, Larry the Cucumber from Veggie Tales and his amazing show 'Silly Songs with Larry').

P.O.V.C

Jack had wanted to ask about Geneva all day but she had dissapeared with Race, most likely going to the tracks. Jack thought that she had looked like she was enjoying herself. He smirked inwardly and turned to ask Boots, who was seated right next to him, if he had seen Geneva or Race at all when they both burst into Tibby's, singing at the tops of their voices. Jack didn't recognize the tune, not to mention the words, something about pirates who didn't do anything and painting dasies on red rubber balls (courtesy of Larry, once again). They were laughing their whole way through it and he started getting worried after they hadn't stopped in the full 15 minutes they had been in Tibby's.

Jack walked up to the blooth they had taken and grabbed Race by the sholders. "Are you two drunk?" And both of them fell out laughing again. Geneva slid right off her chair and Race started to hyperventilate. Geneva was the first one to speak.

"No Jack, we aren't drunk but..." She started to laugh again and turned to Racetrack "My, but don't his eyebrows look like starved catipillers?"

Jack frowned but was unaware of the fact that he did so comically. That sent them off again. Jack sighed and rolled his eyes. when he finnally got them to calm down enough to explain they were still giggling. (A/N. I know you'll say that Race 'doesn't giggle' but it's just that Race doesn't giggle all the time but he's really cute when he does.)

"Sorry, we started off at a block from the lodging house and we haven't been able to stop since!" Came the response from the still red-in-the-face Geneva.

When they did stop giggling all togeather Race looked at Geneva, straitened up and gave Jack a look of mock dispair. "I owe Red 'bout half of my papes! She picked the winnin' horse!" The said eyebrows in need of nourishment went up in surprise and Jack turned to Geneva.

"So, Youse got a sellin' partner and name in the same day. Dat's a good start."

Race and 'Red' both looked at each other and their eyebrows (not in need of nourishment, I assure you) shot up.

"I didn't even notice you had given me one!" she exclaimed to Race.

"Well," Jack intoned "It goes poifect foah youse Red!" Then he rembered what it was he wanted to ask. "So, how did youse get heah anyways?"

Red's face fell. She looked like she was blushing, it was hard to tell under all those freckles.

"I, um," She started lamely, "I happen to be in what some could call about 103 years from now."

Jack just stared at her, trying to grasp the meaning of the words she had just said, and Race looked pale, if not a little green around the gills. "Um," Jack started, a little unsure of himself, "Youse not from around heah, I gots dat, but what, egg-zac-tic-ly do youse mean '103 yeahs from now'?"

"I mean that perhaps if I told you what that really ment you WOULD think I was absoloutely, completely, rip-roaring drunk?" She ended this like a question, but Jack could tell it wasn't.

"Jus' tell me and I'll try to undustand."

"Righto, um, I live in the year 2003, I don't know how I got here but I kinda time-traveled."

"Kinda, goily, ain't the woid foah it!" Race had gotten his voice back, and most of his regular color and he wasn't letting any of it go to waste. "Kinda is when you half-check to see wheather youse got a spot on youse face, kinda is when you gets in trouble wid Kloppman and youse gots to clean the bunk-room but you only sweep unduh some of da beds and youse says 'I did sweep unduh da beds, kinda', what youse talkin' about ain't KINA!" His face was red now and he looked like he was ready to go into histerics.

~P.O.V.C~

I was quick to try and calm him down, "I'll tell you everything if you just shut up! can you do that for me Race?" I looked at him hard and he just nodded. "Alright, I live in 2003, you're there with me so far, right Race?" I double checked his face to make sure his eyes weren't glassing over, "There are Automobiles everywhere, almost no one uses horses anymore. The streets are almost bigger but more crowded. A dinner at a cheap restaurant is about 5 dollars and just about everyone had that kind of money. Some people have started building something that can fly from New York City to the other side of the world in about four hours. There have been about 3 people on the moon, and there is so many things that we have invented to save time that we have ourselves painted into a corner, so to speak." The last scentance was just me half-venting. "But," I continued, "I am not entirely sure that the future is really better than now so I would really appriciate if you would let me stay with ya'll untill I find a way to get back. And no questions, and none of this to the others, unless I tell them myself. Got it?" Jack and Race just nodded numbly.

"Alrighty then!" I said, using one of the phrases that made the Korean-girl cliqe back at home look at me strangely, "Seeing as how it is around 6 right now, what do 'we' as Newsies do?"

Jack looked at Racetrack and then they both looked at me and smiled a smile that made me feel nervous, "Guy's," I warned, "What's up?" and at that, they dragged me off.

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Hope you liked it! Yes, I know it was long but the next on will be...um...it depends on the situation. But, I will definatly answer your reviews and ask any question you want!