SLASH…no owning of the Newsies is done by me. One-shot. THE END.

He loves me…and that is worth everything.
Moulin Rouge

Remember when you were younger and you were doing something wrong? A feeling in the pit of your stomach was telling you to stop but you just ignored it and kept at it. Sure you weren't meant to be doing whatever it is you were doing…but it was exciting and fun so you did it anyway, saving the consequence for later.

Skittery did not feel like that. He had a handful of black hair in his hands and his lips were desperately kissing another boy but this wasn't wrong.

A boy?

Not just any boy. He was perfect. When he was angry he'd whisper obscenities in Spanish. He was usually smiling though. Teeth conveying his emotions.

Skittery loved that.

Bumlets had a hunch that this might be wrong. But his heart had always said yes to it so he continued.

He had words to say. He went over them in his head.

"What's a matter?" Skittery asked when the kisses slowed down.

"I don't feel guilty…this feels too good to not be guilty," Bumlets grinned.

"Love is never wrong," Skittery responded.

Bumlets thought it over. Skittery was right. What he felt could not be wrong. He gazed into the other boy's eyes and whispered thoughts and feelings that only the two of them were meant to hear.

When they were in each other's arms everything else fell to pieces.

Silence surrounded their every move. No one could know about them. What they were doing was unheard of.

But it was right.

Headlines screamed. Dinners missed. Torn shirts. Old shoes. The days passed as they always had. One depressing reality after another.

But in a dark alley way blocks away from the Horace Greeley statue and the boys who thought they knew Skittery and Bumlets so well, truths were revealed to only each other.

They didn't understand why they were doing it. They didn't understand how it could be wrong. It was what it was and they loved every minute of it.

And it hurt so much to keep their beautiful love a secret.

How could people not understand that when Bumlets touched him he felt safe and perfect? Skittery was angry at the world for being disgusted with them.

Bumlets was scared. If people did find out…what would they say?

Everyday was a battle. A constant silence hung over the boys. Lies. Tons of them. All to hide their perfect love.

But at night, in that alleyway, everything turned right. The kissed and caressed. Pure emotion pouring through every action and word. They gasped at how wonderful it was. They smiled at how wonderful they were together. Passion met love.

The days were spent waiting for their time alone. Anticipation is the purest form of happiness…a constant buzz and want for each other circled them everyday.

But no one else would ever comprehend what they had.

They had everything…and nothing all at once.

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That was random and pointless but I've been going over it almost word for word for the past three days. It needed to be written.

Please give out to me for not updating other things. I'm oh so sorry.