Disclaimer: I do not own newsies (Disney does), or the characters in newsies. I do own MY charactors, and this plot...blahblah you know the drill

A/N: The last chapter. Thank. God. I am soo looking forward to never having to think about this story again. Don't get me wrong, it will always have a place in my heart as my first fanfic, but I'm so glad it's over.

"What do ya say we celebrate?" Suggested Race, his arm around Lynnette.

"I say I know just the place." Smiled Lynnette as she put her other arm around Spot and smiled at Race.

He had already apologized for his short temper earlier.

She had argued that it was her fault.

Eventually, they just agreed to forget about it.

They finally reached the place Lynnette had suggested.

It was her house.

"Uh, Nettie, I don't know—"

"Come on you guys, this way." Lynnette led them around back to a cellar door that she opened as quietly as possible.

She took Spot's hand and led him inside. Race followed.

They had to slouch to climb down the stair but once they stood up, Spot recognized where they were.

"You have a—"

"Yes," Lynnette answered, "Welcome to my family's wine cellar. The perfect place to celebrate any occasion."

She smiled and paced up and down the rows and rows of wine bottles, barrels, and casks.

Lynnette finally selected a bottle, and appeared a few seconds later with three glasses.

She smiled again "Only the finest."

Race laughed as Spot opened the bottle. They poured the wine.

"Ya know, I've never had wine." Race said.

"Me either," Spot added, "Bu there's a foist time for everythin'."

They made themselves comfortable on a pile of straw, left over from packaging the bottles.

They chatted away, sipping casually at their glasses.

Spot lay back in the straw. Race and Lynnette did the same. It was more comfortable.

"Say Nettie," Race began somewhat hesitantly, "Are you gonna be too busy to evah talk to us anymore?"

Lynnette giggled. She was amused at how childlike he sounded.

"Of course not. I'll be able to see you, Race, every time we go to the tracks and hopefully I'll run into you whenever we go for walks. We have friends in Brooklyn, so we'll probably be over there a fair amount too..."

Spot liked that idea. "Yeah, look me up when ya get there." He smirked and took another sip of wine.

Lynnette couldn't have been happier, she was sitting in a very comfortable pile of straw, talking with her two best friends, they were sipping wine, Spot had his newsies back (most of them came back after they heard what had happened with Stretch). Nothing possible could make her complain about this.

The combination of the late hour, wine, and long day the trio had had would put anyone to sleep.

So, needless to say, it wasn't long before Lynnette, Spot, and Race had dozed of in the straw.

Spot woke up in the middle of the night. He never did sleep well.

It took him a while to remember where he was.

But then he smiled. He saw Lynnette asleep, his chest as her pillow, and Race, asleep also, leaning against Lynnette's back.

As he looked down at Lynnette once more, an odd realization came over him.

He no longer needed to be any closer to her than a brother is to a sister, than best friends are to each other.

It was an odd feeling for Spot to have towards a girl, and somewhat random, but he kind of liked it.

You can't control what you feel.

Spot thought. He had made it a habit to never question his feelings.

Spot smiled once more as he fell asleep again, holding with him always the image of his two best friends asleep with him, in the straw, in a wine cellar.

Thoughts and feelings of a group of people tend to shift at the same general point in time. Though the thoughts are about different things, they are usually changed by the same turn of events. It's interesting how certain things lead to certain other things that may lead to even more other things, other new things. Like new dislikes, new romances, new respects and even new friendships. It is these things that we remember, these things we carry with us always.

It's done! It's done! (does happy end of story dance) WOOT! Thanks very much to Brownie and NW. Also to Lady of the Wingnuts, for reviewing so much. YAY!