Back in the washroom, Bitter and Spot had worked out their feelings on the issue of Feisty, Blink, and Cards, but there was still a lot of problems to deal with, for instance, the fight that had started the entire mess. Bitter still wasn't ready to talk about her past, and she needed Spot to accept that or they could never work. Spot promised to try harder, but wanted her to come back to Brooklyn.

"Spot, don't take this the wrong way but I don't really like Brooklyn." Bitter finally admitted.

"YA WHAT? How's can you'se not like Brooklyn?!" Spot shouted astounded.

"Oh boy deys gunna be in dere a while" "Gawd why did she gotta go an' say dat?" "Uh oh I'se don't think Spots gunna get ovah dat one" came from behind the door.

After glancing at the door briefly they continued their conversation. "Spot don't take it so personally! I just prefer Manhattan to Brooklyn. Plus, if I stay here then we probably will get along better when we see each other."

"So you'se don't like Brooklyn 'cause you'se don't think we'se can get along?" Spot asked.

"I didn't say that! I just don't especially want to go back to Brooklyn," Bitter told him.

"Hey whats wrong wid Brooklyn?!?" came Cards voice from the other room.

"Yep hes a Brooklyn newsie alright!" Racetrack proclaimed. An "OW!" came a few seconds later. Spot and Bitter looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"I'se thinks yer right 'bout stayin' heah," Spot admitted. "'Cause den when I'se comes ta visit ya, youse'll be twice as happy ta see me!"

"Sure, well at least I'll be able ta tolerate ya fer a couple days…" Bitter joked. "So, are we all bettah?" she asked, unsure.

"Shoah we is. We'se is bettah den bettah, we'se is da best," Spot decided.

"You should sew that on a pillow, really," Bitter told him laughing.

"Yeah I'se can shoah see it. Spot Conlon gives up bein' a newsie ta sew pillows," came Racetracks voice followed shortly by another "Ow" and sounds of a scuffle.

"Maybe we should lock them all in this bathroom. They need it more than we do…" Bitter commented.

"So, Spot we are together again…right?" Bitter asked leadingly.

"Yeah shoah we'se is…why?" Spot asked suspiciously.

"Because I don't think I could get away with this if we weren't," she said throwing a wet towel in Spot's face.

"Whats makes ya think you'se can get away wid it now?" Spot asked grabbing her and pulling her closer.

Bitter screamed a little before Spot silenced her with a kiss.

On the other side of the door people were starting to get worried.

"Jack maybe we'se should let her oudda dere? I'se didn't like da sound a dat…" Cards commented.

"Yeah, I'se don't heah no more talkin' in dere…" Blink said worriedly.

"You'se is right," Jack confirmed going to the door and unlocking it. He opened the door only to find Spot and Bitter in there old corner kissing.

"Dere is somethin' almos' scary 'bout dis room," Racetrack commented from his position in the corner. He was currently tied up to a chair by his thumbs curtsey of Jack.

"I'se wondah if dis woiks fer oddah goils," Blink pondered, thinking of the mayors daughter.

"Don't even think about it," Jack ordered looking severely at Blink.

Bitter began laughing and stood up. Spot, looking somewhat disappointed, also stood up. "Geeze guys, ya's gotta woik on yer timin'," he complained.

Bitter walked into the bunkroom saying, "It's nice ta be free…"

"I'se wouldn't know…" Racetrack grumbled, looking awfully uncomfortable.

Bitter laughed at him.

Spot walked into the bunkroom and smirked at Racetrack. Then said, "All right I'se guess I'se gotta deal wid da dumbasses dat put me in dere. Blink, Cards, Jack front in centah, right now."

The three culprits sheepishly emerged from the crowd of newsies hanging there heads. "Look…", "Now Spot we'se did it…", "I'se was jest…" they all began at once.

"Silence! You'se is all gunna listen ta me now," Spot commanded. "Now, you'se," he said directing his cold glare at Blink, "dis is dat second time you'se done dis ta me. I'se was nice last time but…" He then punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over onto the floor. "I'se didn't want ta do dat but you'se forced me. I'se really means it now. DON'T DO ME NO MOAH FAVORS!"

Spot then turned to Cards. "You'se also crossed da line dis time. Yer lucky dat yer nose still looks horrible or I'se would break it again. I'se hopes dat you'se is gunna go back ta normal aftah taday 'cause I'se would hate ta have ta soak me best friend," he warned.

He glared, next, at Jack who was attempting to look innocent. "Don't even try it Jacky-boy. You'se is luck dat we'se are in Manhattan an' not Brooklyn. But seein' as I don't wanna have ta beat up all a Manhattan today you'se can jest get off wid a warnin'."

"Yeah Spot because you'se so could beat up Manhattan…" Jack said rolling his eyes.

"Hey, don't push it Jacky, I'se aint known fer bein' nice ta guys dat push der luck. Now hows 'bout we'se all heads ovah ta Tibby's. All dat fightin' made me kinda hungry…" Spot suggested, and then started to walk out the door.

"Fightin' ain't all you'se was doin'" someone said from the crowd. Spot turned and glared at all the newsies, then walked out the door smirking to himself.

Everyone followed him out the door laughing and joking, except Racetrack. Racetrack was still tied to the chair by his thumbs and whimpering in pain. When he noticed everyone had left he started shouting, "HEY COME BACK! I'SE HUNGRY TOO! I'SE SORRY!!!"

The End

To read the continuation of the adventures of these characters with a couple extra thrown into the mix, read the story of Wish and Martini also posted by this same author on