Disclaimer:I don't own Newsies, i do own Myya and Collin, but everything else, sadly, belongs to disney. Or else there would be some serious Sputchy snoggage in Newsies.

Warning: This is slash. Don't like? Too bad. Go away, cause I don't like you. -mutters something about 'stupid homophobes' giggles insanley-

A/N:Sorry for any grammer or spelling mistakes, but i don't have a beta, so they're bound to be there somewhere.Oh, and to anyone who sees the theme that I'm trying for at the end of every chapter, -throws cookies in the air COOKIES!-
Oh, and FYI, Dutch and Specsy got together when they were 12 and they're 17 now.
Mya:you messed up their names.
Myya:NO I DIDN'T! They're Dutch and Specsy, the people whjo wrote the script got it wrong!
Mya:riiiight...Anyway

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Dutchy glanced aimlessly at the clock on the wall, the same clock that Specs had given him for his 13th birthday. He had made it himself at a workshop downtown, and put a picture of him and Dutchy on their first date as the background for the clock. He realized somewhere in the back of his mind that he should've been in school for two hours already, but he didn't really care anymore. Not now that Specs wasn't there to urge him to get good grades so they could go to the same college. 'I probably won't even live 'til college now, not without Specs…' He felt the tears well up in his eyes as he thought of the beautiful brunette.

His eyes caught the calender, and he realized that not only was today the day of the funeral, it was the day that he and Specs would've celebrated their official five year anniversary. It would be the first time that he had been outside since the other boy's death. "Specs….you just can't be dead….I need you too much…I miss you…" he muttered, turning over and crying into his already soggy pillow.

Five hours later, Dutchy awoke from his fitful dreams to find someone, probably Skittery, banging on his front door. the senior had taken a special interest in Dutchy's health ever since the accident, probably because he felt it was his fault, being the older driver.

He dragged himself out of bed, not bothering to change or brush his hair. "Dutchy!" Skittery yelled, banging louder on the door. When Dutchy finally opened it, Skittery stared in shock at the state that Dutchy was in. He was wearing the same Khaki pants and black vest over a dark yellow shirt that he had been wearing Friday. He also looked like he had lost some weight. "Dutch…? Have you even eaten since Friday?"

At Dutchy's silence, he grabbed the blondes wrist and dragged him towards the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and practically forcefeeding him cereal. "Dutchy, come on! What do you think Specs would say if he saw you like this?" Skittery asked the younger boy, trying to snap him out of his mood.

"That's just it, though, Skitts. He didn't have to say anything. He would only have to look at me and I'd know he was worried about me. He'd walk over, hug me, and nuzzle my cheek, and that would be enough." he answered, seeing Specs in his minds eye, standing at the kitchen door.

--Flashback--

Specs walked into the kitchen, shirt slung over his shoulder, whistling 'All That Jazz.' He stopped when he heard a sob come from the direction of the kitchen. There he saw Dutchy, sitting at the kitchen table, a letter in his hand, head buried trying to hide his sorrow. Specs walked over quietly, not wanting to disturb him, feeling his heart contract painfully when a fresh batch of sobs erupted from his love.

Gently, he climbed behind Dutchy and put an arm around him, pulling him closer and using his other arm to stroke the blonde's soft skin. "What's wrong, love?" he whispered, gently nuzzling the other boy, causing their glasses to clink softly. Dutchy turned slightly, curling up in Specs' lap and sobbing into his boyfriend's chest.

--End Flashback--

Dutchy smiled softly at the memory. He never had told Specs what he had been crying about. He'd have to tell Specs when he got home from work. With that thought, his smile vanished completly, because he realized Specs wasn't going to be coming home.

"Dutchy? Dutch..? Hey. Hullo? Earth to Dutchy!" Skittery said, waving his hand in front of dutchy's face. "You gonna stand there and miss your boyfriends funeral? Come on or we'll be late!" Grabbing Dutchy's arm, Skittery pulled him out of the house and into his convertable before speeding to the funeral home.

When they arrived, Dutchy got out, walking towards the srea they were told held Specs' body. as he walked towards the coffin, he felt someone's presence behind him. Thinking it was Skittery, he turned around to ask him if he could have some time alone. Instead of Skittery however, he saw Specs, dressed in the same clothes he had worn thursday, black jeans that clung to his legs and a black T-shirt sporting the phrase 'Not Guilty'/1.

He started walking toward dutchy and the blonde had to hold onto the coffin to keep upright. 'The coffin?' he thought, coming back to reality. 'Specs is dead. So how can he be right...'he looked to the coffin and immediatly wished he hadn't.

Even though he had been laid out straight for the service, it was obvious his neck was broken along with many other bones on his right side. He looked so pale...so....still. This couldn't be Specs. "It's horrible, isn't it?" Specs asked, walking up behind Dutchy and putting his arms around the other boy's waist. Dutchy nodded, unable to form words. Specs couldn't be dead, this was all just a bad dream. it had to be, he would wake up and Specs would be lying next to him, sleeping peacefully. "It's real, Dutch. I can't come back. I just came to say godbye. But I can still visit you if you promise to never forget anything about what we had."

Dutchy looked back when he heard a door open, and suddenly, Specs wasn't behind him anymore. Specs wasn't anywhere. he turned around to see who had opened the door, and saw all of his friends, dressed compltely in black.

He turned away so that they wouldn't see his tears, but he ended up looking down at the coffin again. Somehow, this time it was worse, beacuse he knew that this time specs wouldn't come up behind him and say something. He couldn't, because he was dead.

/1 Cookies to anyone who knows what that's from, bug eyes to anyone who hasn't seen it, you're just as uninformed as i was two weeks ago.

A/N: Well, that's it! Please tell me what you think of the official first chapter! next chappie things get complicated! and funful!