Disclaimer—I don't own Newsies, nor any other Media references I may make. I am not profiting at all from this story.

A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!

Shoutouts:

Bobcat:Slashgoil- ah, nostalgic story of mine!

Jacky Higgins- I haven't ever seen Master and Commander. My friends, however, say it's great.

Almatari-of-Arda- yes they take off their shirts and they do have nice bodies. And tummies to rival Mush's.

Coin- please, never use the word 'homie' again. It scares me. It's so 'gangster'.

Erin Go Bragh- are you saying he's schizo?

Plus, sorry for not updating yesterday. The computer wouldn't let me sign in.

—Kid Blink's PoV—

"I really need to talk to you."

I stiffened. "No you don't. I have nothing to say to you." I turned to walk away.

"Then just listen! I don't give a damn if you say anything, you're just going to stop right there and listen to me!" he shouted. Good thing rehearsal ended early so not many people heard him.

"You want to talk to me? What about the whole time when I needed to talk to you? After we kissed? What about that? You wanted to 'forget everything'. What if I want to forget this?" I yelled back.

"I didn't forget about it after all, and you wouldn't let me. Blink, you started all this, how can you end it like this?"

"Mush, you ended it."

"Don't you love me?" he whispered.

I didn't flinch. "I thought I did…I mean, I think I do, but how could you do that to Bumlets? What did he do? You've got to stop being so paranoid Mush."

He didn't say anything. He stood for a few seconds and thought before turning, defeated, and walking away.

"We'll talk later, OK Mush?" I called after him.

He just kept walking.

—Boots' PoV—

"How long have you known Swifty for?" asked Jack.

I shrugged. "A few weeks. I tutored him for a while."

"What do you mean 'a while'? you don't tutor him now?" This Q&A period was brought on by Jack's awareness that he knew nothing about, or at least pretty close to nothing, about his half-brother.

"I'm grounded, I can't tutor him anymore."

"Why?" he paused. "Are you grounded, I mean?"

Awkward question, that. Why would he care anyways? "I'm grounded for being out all night without telling my parents. At Swifty's house."

"Oh," Jack looked embarrassed (as he should). "Sorry."

"You didn't know. You really should be talking to Swifty about this, you know. I don't know nearly as much about him as he does. Obviously."

"Swifty doesn't want to talk to me." Jack frowned.

"I'll ask him about it. He's a really nice guy."

Jack looked almost devastated now. "I know," he sighed. "He was one of the nicest people I'd ever met. I was such a part. I should never have told my dad. I'm such a prat. I hate him."

"Are you OK?" I asked, afraid that Jack had driven off the path of our conversation.

"I'll be fine. I don't even know why I did it," he admitted. "I hate my father so much, and having Swifty around made everything easier, we could talk about everything."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Well, obviously not everything. Oh God, I blew it big time. I'm such a moron."

I let Jack continue the self-bashing because, well, frankly, he deserved it.

"Swifty's a nice guy, I'll talk to him about it," I repeated. Jack blinked and stared at me.

"Do you love Swifty?"

Why the hell would he ask that? It was so random. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you've slept with him you must know. Do you love him?"

I honestly don't know if I love Swifty. For sure I like him, but that's not the same thing. "When did I say I slept with him?"

"You said you stayed overnight. I assume that, since you're dating, you probably slept together. Am I right?" Why would he assume that? He must have pretty low morals to assume such a thing. It was true, of course, but that was a totally different thing.

"Oh. Well, I guess…"

"Do you even know?" asked Jack with an accusing tone in his voice.

I shook my head. Did Swifty love me?

Something told me he at least knew enough to be able to tell someone how he felt. So why don't I?

A/n: Poor confused Boots! Don't you just want to tell him that he does love Swifty? You know you do!!!