Until Tomorrow Summary: What's the matter with Spot? He hasn't been himself all week, has an unwanted person come back into his life? Disclaimer: I wish I owned the Newsies, but sadly I don't. They belong to Disney. A/N: This is spur of the moment fic. I was just bitten by the plot bunny so bear with me. Also I don't feel like typing all the dialects, but you all know what accent the newsies have. This has mild slash, don't like it? Die.

Chapter 2: Bakery Confessions

So I started heading back to Manhattan. The crisp five dollar bill was burning a hole in my pocket. I never was able to keep money very long before spending it. I headed over to a bakery in Brooklyn that sold the best canollis. My ma used to make them all the time, I miss her. She died when I was eleven. I left that bastard of a father of mine, three years ago, when I was thirteen. Memories started flowing back into my mind. Memories that I'd rather not remember; drunken fights between my parents, black eyes, my brother leaving, my little sister oblivious to everything, me getting blamed for everything. I still worry about Marina, my little sister. Wondering how that bastard and his new wife treat her.

I was two stores down when I ran into Spot, literally ran into, again. "Damnit Race, watch where ya goin.'"

"Sarry Spot," He had a cigarette in his mouth and looked like he didn't sleep at all. Something was up, "What's up?"

"I need another cigarette. Do ya got any on ya?"

"No, I ran out last week and I'd rather stick to cigars. Spot, you rarely smoke, why are ya smokin?"

He looked towards the side, he was hiding something. "Just have a weird feelin. I had a weird dream last night."

"'Bout what?" We walked into the bakery, "I won't tell anyone."

He looked at the different pastries and shrugged.

"I have an idea, you tell me and I'll get you something here."

He shot me a look and said, "I don't need anything."

I heard his stomach grumble and raised an eyebrow, "Oh really now, ya gonna tell me now that ya ain't hungry. Com'on, ya stomach just grumbled. An' everyone likes bakery food."

He glanced towards the cookies, "Three chocolate chip cookies and I tell you and you don't tell a soul. Deal?"

"Deal." I walked up to the cash register, "Three chocolate chip cookies and one canolli."

"That will be two dollars." I handed her the five and she gave me my change back. "Thank you, have a nice day."

I nodded and went towards the tables that they conveniently had placed inside the bakery. We sat down and I handed Spot his cookies. "So what's the matter?"

"I had a strange dream." Spot opened his bag and bit into a cookie, "It seemed real and then I couldn't get back to sleep."

I took a bite out of my canolli, "What was you're dream 'bout?"

"I get it every so often. I'm gonna tell you somethin' that I havn't told anyone in a long time. You spill and I soak you got it?" I nodded and he finished off his cookie. "When I was twelve, my Pa..well, he killed my Ma. I was hiding in the closet but I saw the whole thing. When he caught me there he beat the shit out of me and threatened to kill me if I ever told anyone. He almost did when the bulls showed up at our door the next day. But I keep having this dream that he's out of jail and after me. Last night, my dream was too real. I was in my room at the Lodging house and all of the sudden the door opens and there he is. We started fighting but I didn't have my cane and he was winning. Then I woke up. I fuckin' hate that bastard."

I just sat there and blinked a few times. Spot's old man beat him and killed his mother? This all came as a shock. Not many newsies confessed to their pasts. They were ashamed of them, didn't want to remember them, or were still getting over them.

"Sorry Race, I just needed to get that off my chest." Spot looked shaken. I don't think any of the newsies have ever seen Spot this un-Spot- like.

"It's alright, sometimes things build up and the only way to get rid of them is to talk about them. I just never would have guessed that that was the reason you were bothered. I thought you were just in an off mood 'cause of a goil."

Spot let out a small laugh and he smiled, "Race, you wanna know another thing about me that not many people know about?"

"Shoa, what?"

"I don't get distressed over goils. If I loose a goilfriend, I loose her. It's when I loose a boyfriend that I get moody. They're harder to come by."

I raised my eyebrows, "You're...bi too? That's another thing I never would have expected. You never set off my gaydar (A/N: I doubt they had that word but I can't think of anything else to replace that word with) at all.

Now it was Spot's turn to raise his eyebrows, "You are too? Cheese it, I never would have guessed it.