What could this be? An update for QONY?!?!?! Impossible, it's been like 4 months or something, we thought it would never happen! SO sorry it took so long, I just had no inspiration. This chapter is for Boxer, it's because of her I started writing again.

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Missy and Skittery walked into the Queens lodging house. Skittery walked over to play cards with some of his friends.

"Hey Missy!" Tag yelled, running up to the other girl.

"How's it going Tag?" Missy asked, hugging Tag with a smile.

"It's goin' good. Brooklyn's quite wid out ya around. Hey, I noticed yer startin ta loose yer hoity-toity accent." She said with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm starting to. It helps sell papes if you sound poor."

"I aughta warn ya, Spot's lookin for ya."

"Good for him. Let him look. I'm not scared of him. Let's play some poker."

They sat down with Race and Blink and started a game. Jake and Sneaks decided to join after Race won, of course, with a full house.

"Why don't we make it interesting?" Race suggested with a seductive smile

"Why do we always have to make it interesting, isn't poker interesting enough as it is?" Missy grumbled.

Everyone laughed, "Poor Missy," Tag condoned, "SO what where you thinking for interesting Higgins?"

"Hell, I dunno, all the girls have guys so it would have to be innocent, how about lowest hand has to do whatever the winner wants tonight and once they're done sellin tomorrow until midnight." No one could miss Sneaks grimace, since she was the worst player. But everyone agreed.

The moment was tense; the winner would have complete control. "Two cards," the call was Missy's, she picked them up and smiled.

"Stop smirkin' Miss', we all know yer just batin us." Race laughed, "I'se started the bet, plus I'm da best, dere's no way I'll loose."

"We'll see Higgins, now can we just play so that we can watch me win?" Tag put in, and the betting started.

"Alright, call." Missy, Race, Tag and Jake were left, and so far Sneaks had the lowest hand.

"Three kings, beat it!" Jake declared enthusiastically.

Tag sighed exasperatedly. "Three jacks, so close too!"

"Go ahead Missy, so I can end with victory." Race taunted.

"Nah, go ahead."

"Alright, full house, queens and fours. So who's my slave?"

"Let Missy show her cards before I sign any binding contracts." Tag said irritably.

"I bluffed." Missy said quietly.

"I couldn't hear ya, what?" Race asked, he had actually expected her to beat him, especially since the game mattered.

"I said I bluffed ok? I have a pair of threes that's all. I'm yer slave." She said blushing.

"Yer serious! Oh this is rich. Alright, first off, tie my shoe for me, and while yer at it, call me Master Higgins…or better yer, yer majesty!" he said laughing.

"I hate you Racey." She said tying his shoe and trying not to laugh.

"That's "master Racey" ta you." Then he looked at her seriously. "I'm just doin this to ya because yer drivin us all crazy… I want ya ta talk ta Spot."

"Yes Master Higgins." She said glaring. She gritted her teeth and walked over to Spot.

"Since Race seems to be a better poker player than me, I have to talk to you." She said looking down.

"Do I actually see Missy embarrassed? Let's go up on the roof." She looked at him with complete distrust, "I ain't gonna do anythin! I'm just gonna talk ta ya."

"Fine, up on the roof it is." She said and followed him.

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Boxer couldn't bring herself to walk inside, so she sat down on the stairs. Skater noticed he sitting alone and came out. "What's up Boxer?"

"It's nothing Skater." She said sadly.

"Blue, this isn't like ya, I know something's wrong." She gave her a quizzical look.

"It's just something wid Skitts"

"Ya, what' up with you two? He was always sayin how he liked ya so much an stuff an now he…oh shit, I shouldn't a said that." Boxer explained what had happened the other night. "Ya need ta talk ta him! That's not like him, he never does stuff ta people, I wonder what's wrong with him." Skater declaired angrily. "I'm going to talk to him." And before Boxer could reply she was gone.

Skater stomped up the stairs, "Skittery, Come here!" she yelled at him. He looked bewildered.

"What do ya need Skater?"

"We need to talk," they went out in the hallway, "What is your problem? Why would you do something like that to Boxer?"

"What did I do to her?" then Skittery remembered the other night, "You mean what she did to me!" he said angrily.

"What?! She didn't do anything to you! You're the one who made her think she actually meant something to you then went off with Missy! Nothing against Missy." She yelled angrily, getting softer at the end.

"Oh Red told me all about her and him, maybe Boxer didn't tell you, but dey're datin." He said with disgust.

Boxer had been listening at the bottom of the stairs and came running up, "No we're not, we haven't been for about a year!

"Bull shit Boxer! What he said make sense, you never had an explanation or why you were always gone those nights, and now I have one." He yelled.

"Fine, if you must know, I was working at a little restaurant tryin ta make some extra money while I could, but obviously that didn't work because my boss found out that I was a newsie and wouldn't pay me. You happy now?"

"Why should I believe you?"

"Have I ever lied to you Skittery? The only thing I never told you was that I love because I couldn't have you not love me, but I can see it doesn't matter anymore." She ran out the door crying.

"She loves me?" Skater nodded, and Skittery ran after her.

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"Look Missy…Jamie, let me just say I'se sorry fer givin ya a hard time, I was just expectin ya ta be like all those odda rich snobs."

Missy was surprised, very surprised. "I'm sorry too; I just wasn't used to men talking to me like that, well except my father. Thanks fer savin my life."

"So, can we start ovah?" he asked lifting an eyebrow. She nodded with a smile.

"Heya, I'se Spot Conlon, leader of da Brooklyn Newsies." He said holding out his hand.

She laughed and took his hand, "Hi Spot, I'm Missy, I'm a newsie from Manhattan."

They heard someone else come up on the roof and looked over, it was Skater. "Hey, Missy, I hat to be the one to tell ya this, but yer boyfriend just ran off after Boxer. Before you get all mad maybe I should explain."

Missy stared at her, "What the hell are you talking about? Boxer and Skitts are best friends, they probably just got into a fight and he wants to make sure she's ok."

Skater explained what had happened. It just made Missy feel worse, "You mean he was just using me as a fall back when he thought he'd lost Boxer?" she said angrily.

"No, I'm sure h really did like you and…." But Missy cut her off before she could finish.

"If he wonders where I am just tell him I went to Brooklyn and I don't particularly want to see him right now. Spot, is that ok with you?" she asked the Brooklyn leader.

"That's fine wid me Missy, and now maybe I can really teach ya to fight." She quickly grabbed her things, ignoring everyone and walked out with Spot.

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And as I mess with al their love lives, the chapter comes to an end. And you all review