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:

Jacky Higgins- I couldn't keep David obsessed about Jack. It was too mean.

Shadowsdancingdragon- do you mean Spitzer from CAMP? I love him! As for the story, it's almost done. I have maybe...three more chapters.

Erin Go Bragh- I was going to write something about that, but I forgot. Let's just say he liked them that way.

Sloane Miette- sorry, I was away in New York and was not able to get a computer in that time.

Strawberri Shake- I think David thinksa better with liquer in his system. It makes sense, doesn't it?

Coin- they just kissed, it wasn't sex. What are they teaching you?

—Racetrack's PoV—

My mother appeared at my bedroom door. "Anthony, aren't you getting ready for school?"

I glared at her. "No, I'm not going to school today." I'm suspended.

She looked confused for a minute before turning and leaving. Since my therapy began she hasn't questioned me about a single thing. It may sound liberating, but really, it's degrading. It seems like I'm not important enough to worry about. Maybe I'm not.

==

The phone rang. I sat up quickly, the sheet peeling off my face.

"Damn phone," I muttered, reaching it and pushing the 'talk' button. "Hullo?"

"Hi Race, it's Spot." My heart skipped a beat. "Can you give me a drive to school?"

"I'm suspended. I can't go to school."

"Oh, OK, thanks anyways."

"See you later," I paused and smiled, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Spot."

==

"What are you doing here?"

Spot stood in my doorway at ten o'clock, right in the midst of first period. His hair was slicked back and looked nothing like when I'd first met him. For the first time I noticed he had two piercings on his left ear, seeing as his hair was finally pushed off of it. He was missing his usual grunge t-shirt and corduroy pants. Instead he had had donned a pair of black jeans and a navy-blue shirt reading 'Children of Bodom; Follow the Reaper'.

He stepped in the door. One thing that hadn't changed, I realized giddily, was his personality. He was still straightforward and constantly observing.

"I came to see how you are." He jammed his hands into his pockets and shrugged.

I shut the door and fixed him with a questioning gaze. "Aren't you missing school? And what happened to you?"

He nodded and slipped off his newly acquired Harley Davidson boots. "Yeah, but, unlike you, I haven't missed much school yet this year."

"And how do you explain the clothes?"

"You noticed?" He blushed. "I hoped you would."

He said the latter as though it was the answer to my question. We walked through the foyer to the kitchen.

I got him a Coke and was sat in silence for a while. He smiled, watching me look him over. It was strange, but at least those eyes were still the same.

"Spot, I—" love you "liked it better the other way."

"Really?" he looked shocked. "But this is your thing, I thought you'd like it."

"Yeah, but your hair…I like it messy." I reached over to mess it up. I leaned forward, hand outstretched, put my other hand down on his…leg? Slowly his hand crept over mine, keeping it pressed against his thigh. I was standing up now. I could hear him breathing heavily…or maybe that was me. His head was tilting up slowly, inching closer. I knew what was coming, but I kept my eyes open even after he'd closed his.

His mouth tasted like cola and chocolate. The roof was smooth and arching. A his lips moved over mine I relaxed and closed my eyes, imagining his face.

==

"You'll call me?" I called as he walked away.

He nodded and smiled. "See you soon Racetrack."

"Thanks Spot."

He grinned. "My pleasure."

[End Spot]

A/n: ah yes, I must now introduce a new…feature. Whenever it says 'End So-and-So' it means that is the ending of that person's 'story'. You won't hear from them much after that. If you do it doesn't affect the outcome of the story. Some of them won't have 'End's, such as Snitch and Itey.