Heeheeness! I was so mad yesterday because ff.net was being a turd to me! I kept trying to post chap. 2 and 3, but I kept having problems. My biggest problem was...my computer erased chapter 3! Luckily I printed it out earlier (the one that I didn't add to), so I had to type it all over again. So, yeah. Now I am finished and I am glad! So, read and review and enjoyness!

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat DO NOT own Newsies. Disney owns Newsies, I do not own Disney either. I do not own Bumlets, he is owned by Disney, Dominic Lucero and Dom's family. I do not own Snitch, he is owned by Disney and Dee Caspary. I do not own Blink, Mush, Racetrack, etc. The only person I do own would be Liz/Ace, she is owned by me (as I already said). So, yeah, Liz belongs to SnitchsLins/Trigger/Lindsey, what have you.

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Sapphy: Thanks so much for reviewing! Love ya!!! *awards Sapphy with chocolate covered Racetrack* Merry.uhh..Belated Xmas! Oh yes, before I forget. I was thinking about two nights ago about how you said the three people in the bed thing. It can work out, because Snitch and Liz sleep on the same side of the bed right. They both sleep on their sides. Itey has his own side, and he sleeps on his back. Snitch is really tall, so he often gets in Itey's way (as you already know) Itey is sort of tall too, but Liz is a skinny railing so he has room to put his feet. She doesn't really bother anyone. So, it can work I guess. Snitch, Itey and Liz are all skinny railings, so it's all good..lol. I just wanted to get that out of my system.hehe.

I hope everyone had a Merry Xmas, even though I'm late. Sue me! LOL

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Chapter 3: The Rooftop

Snitch was sleeping soundly in his bed when Liz went up to the roof to do the usual thinking. She walked up the creaky stairs, past the sick room and up to the roof. She opened the big brown door and walked onto the gravel filled rooftop. She closed the door quietly and looked around. She noticed someone was alone on the roof. It was Specs. *What is he doing up here? I thought he was with Jack at Tibby's?* She crept over to him slowly and quietly.

"Specs, what are ya doin' up here?" She asked as she stood and stared at him. She took the half eaten hot dog out of her pocket and started eating it. She took a bite and put it back in her pocket.

"Hey, Liz. I'm jis' thinkin'." Specs answered as Liz sat down beside him. He sniffed the air and said "Um, Liz. You kinda stink." He said trying to be nice.

She glared at him.

"Ya kinda smell like."

"Barf! I know, jist don't ask." She interrupted.

"Actually I was gonna say hot dog, a pinch of catsup and mustard, some coke and some stomach acid, but yeah, barf would woik too." He laughed. "Ahem. Okay." He said noticing that she wasn't laughing.

They both looked at each other but the dark star filled night sky caught their attention and they both gazed at it for a long time. They sat beside each other in silence watching the blinking and sparkling stars that filled the sky. Specs wondered as he looked into the sky. Liz connected the stars with her eyes to pass the time.

Liz leaned over and put her head on Specs' shoulder. She whispered in his ear "Specs? What'chu thinkin' 'bout?"

Specs looked a little uneasy and uncomfortable with that question, but he answered it. "Umm. A goil." He said as he scratched his back.

"Oh? A goil?!? Who?!?" Liz asked as she poked her head up off of his shoulder.

"Oh, no one really. I'm jis' thinkin' 'bout stuff. Nothin' in particular." He said, trying to avoid the question.

Liz rolled her eyes. "C'mon Specs. Spill." She said.

"I ain't got nothin' tah spill." He said as he held his hands out to show that, indeed, he had nothing to spill.

"Jis' tell me, Specs." She begged.

"I'm not gonna tell a goil" He paused. "'Bout a goil." He looked away and raised his eyebrows.

"Why not, four eyes?" She said, stealing his glasses.

"Hey! Give dose' back!" He said as he reached over her head and grabbed his glasses out of her hands.

"C'mon. Why won'tchu' tell me?" She asked frowning.

"Cause it's weird." He answered back as he clasped his hands together.

"It's weird dat I'm a goil? Or it's weird dat you're talkin' tah me 'bout a goil?" Liz asked suspiciously.

"Either one, take your pick." He said as he laughed to himself.

"It ain't funny!" Liz said seriously.

Specs wiped the smile off his face. "Oh." He looked away then he looked back at her. "Sorry." He said.

Liz smiled back. "I'm jist kiddin'! Oh my gosh, Specs!" She said as she hit his shoulder. "C'mon. Tell me. Do I know her? What's her name? Is she pretty? Do you love her? Is Specsy fallin' in love wid a goil?" Specs rolled his eyes and tilted his head to glare at her. "Specsy and goily sittin' in a tree, K I S S I N uhh?" She paused to see Specs looking at her not amused.

"Are you done yet?" He asked.

"No." She paused. "G!" She laughed more. "There we go, now I'm done."

"Alright." He said as he paused to keep her in suspense. He held his breath for a second and added "I ain't tellin' ya." He said as Liz's mouth dropped nearly to the ground.

"What? C'mon Specs! I was jis' playin' around wid ya. Please, I won't say anythin' else anymore. I promise." She begged.

"You're too nosey." He insulted her.

"I know!" She laughed. "Come on Specsywecsy! Please." She smiled her cutest, sweetest smile at him.

He shook his head in disbelief and said seriously "You're hopeless!" He pushed her face away and laughed. She sat there looking at him. He'd look the other way, trying not to look at her. He looked away for about ten seconds and turned his head around. She was still looking at him, smiling. He'd turn away again. He looked back, she was still smiling at him. "Ahh alright!" He yelled.

"YES!" She yelled as she punched the air as if saying 'score'. She turned towards him and said "tell me!"

"Well, dere's dis goil dat I met 'bout a month ago. She's a newsie like you. Well, I jist can't get her out of my head. Ya know?" He said as he scooted closer to her.

"Name?" Liz said as she made a circling motion with her hands.

"Her name is Becky, but everyone calls 'er Tag Along or Tag. She is jist so beautiful! She has long beautiful brown hair, sparkling brown eyes.." He closed his eyes as he was describing her, as if he was in a dream like state. "So, da one day dat I talked tah her, it was real weird 'cause I had no idea what tah say. I jist sort of ran intah her an' made all her papes fall on da ground. I must of sounded like an idiot 'cause I jist stood dere in awe of her. She was so beautiful. She was so radiant an' it was like she shined wherever she went. I jist get so speechless when she talks tah me. I jist don't know what tah say. Dere's jist so many things I want tah say tah her, but I can't. It's like I can't talk tah her. Ya know?"

"Specs! Whoa! Slow down boy! Let me catch all of this foist." She held her legs and rested her head on her knees. She stayed there for a while before she gasped and poked her head up very quickly. "Does she even know your name?"

"Ummm. Maybe. Kinda." He paused, ashamed of his next answer. He sighed. "No."

"Oh my gosh, Specs! You are totally head over heels for Tag! She don't even know your name! She talks tah you, but you stand dere like you'se dead! WHAT'S WRONG WID YOU?" She smacked his head lightly.

"I don't know, I jist get so scared dat she won't like me. Dat's all. I'm afraid dat she'll think I'm a." He paused.

"A what, Specs?" She questioned.

"A." He sighed. "A freak." He said a little ashamed. Liz's mouth dropped almost down to the ground again.

"A freak!" She screamed. "Specs, no! I know Tag! Well, I don' really know her, but I see her 'round every so often. She won't and don't think you're a freak. She nevah would. Who would think dat you're a freak?" She asked upset.

"Remembah dat time wid Laci?"

"Well, Laci is a loser that desoives tah be shot! You don' need her, when did ya evah need her? She is a stupid, you know what! Don' judge da woild on stupid idiotic goils like 'er. Dere are so many great and awesome goils out dere, you jist gotta find 'em. Keep tryin' if it don't woik out den jist find someone else. Dere's plenty of uddah fishes in da sea." She said as she patted his back.

"I don' want a fish, I want Tag!" He covered his mouth as quickly as he blurted it out. He realized his mistake and gasped.

"I knew it!" Liz yelled excitedly.

"I didn't say dat! I didn't say dat!" He said trying to cover his mistake up.

"Yes you did! Specs you are totally in love with Tag! I nevah seen dis side a you beforah. I love it! Dis is so exciting!" She yelled with happiness.

"Eh?" He said in a high pitched nervous voice.

"Do ya got dat can't eat, can't sleep, reach forah da stars ovah da fence, woild series kinda stuff?" She asked.

"Uhh. I guess, yeah." Liz's eyes got so big and she took a huge breath. "Wait! No! I don' have dat stuff. I got confused, I didn't know what'chu meant! Honest, I ain't got none a dat stuff happenin'." Specs said, getting even more nervous.

Liz shook her head and smiled. "We gotta think of a plan!"

"A plan?" He said in an even higher pitched voice.

"Yeah! Okay, here's da deal." She grabbed his neck and pulled him close to her as she whispered the plan. "Tomorrah I'll walk wid'chu to da PDC. We'll get our papes and wait for Tag to come and get her papes. Wait. No." She paused. "I don' like dat. Scratch dat plan." She waited and thought for a second. "Okay, plan B. It's jist me an' you talkin' at the PDC and when she comes down wid her papes ya ast her how da headlines are tahday." She paused yet again. She blinked a few times before saying "dat sounds good, don't it."

Specs nodded. "What do I say tah her?" He asked.

"Ya say 'how's da headlines tahday?'. She'll say 'they ain't dat good tahday. I'se guessin' I'm gonna have tah improve 'em again.' You'll nod an' say 'I'm Specs'. Den you'll hold out your hand. She'll say 'I'm Becky.' She'll shake your hand. Den you two will jump on each other, both fallin' tah da ground. You'll make-out an' have lots a kids an' live happily evah aftah in a fairy tale castle!" She laughed.

"STOP!!!!" Specs yelled as he covered his ears. His face turned bright red.

"Wait! I ain't finished yet." She laughed pulling his one hand away from his ear. He struggled to get it back on, so he didn't have to hear what she was going to say next. She leaned over and screamed in his ear. "Ya both will roll around on da ground, hands in each uddah's hair, all da Newsies will be watchin' an' sayin' 'go get 'er Specs!'" She laughed. "Den ya both will realize what ya are doin' and you'll help her off the ground. You'll look into each uddahs eyes, she'll laugh in your face because your glasses are broken and your hair is all crappyfied. She'll spit in her hands and make it look all better. You try tah do da same forah her, but it don't woik, ya just make it look woise den it already does." She laughed again, hitting Specs' back. He was a little embarrassed and he kept saying to himself *why did I tell her, why did I tell her*. "I'm jist kiddin' Specs. But seriously, introduce yourself, shake her hand. Leave da rest tah her imagination. It's bound tah woik." Liz said confidently.

"Well, what if she thinks dat you're my goilfriend?" Specs asked, still skeptical about the whole 'plan' thing.

"She'll think I'm your goilfriend?" She paused thinking about the question. She burst out laughing. "She'll think I'm your goilfriend." She laughed even harder. She was literally rolling on the ground laughing.

Specs got up and said "forget it." He started to walk away as Liz, too, got up and chased after him.

"No, Specs, don' go!" She said still laughing.

"Why should I stay? All ya do is laugh at me!" He yelled at her.

"I ain't laughin' 'bout da goilfriend thing. It's jist da way you said it. I thought it somethin' funny. Yeah dat's it, I thought of somethin' funny. I wasn't laughin' at you. I wasn't laughin' about dat. It was jist funny da way you said it, dat's all." She tried to explain as she tried to wipe the smile off her face.

"Liz, I don't know." Specs said trying to walk away. "I don't know 'bout dis whole plan thing."

"Well, ya wanna get wid Tag don'tchu?" She asked with a serious look on her face.

"Well, yeah."

"An' ya really think dat you're jist gonna go up and talk tah her by yourself?" She asked.

"Alright, Liz. But." He paused. "Jist don't embarrass me alright. Jist don't do nothing tah make me look stupid." He said.

"Specs, would I evah do anythin' tah make ya look stupid? Wait! Don't answer dat." She said laughing. "I've nevah seen you like dis beforah Specs. Ya really like her, I can tell. An' I want'chu tah try it out ya know. I want'chu tah be wid her, because she must mean a lot tah ya." She said trying to persuade him that she was serious.

"How do ya know dis is gonna woik? How do ya know all a dis? How do ya know dat Tag won't think I'm a loser?" He asked, skeptically.

"I don't know, maybe because I'M A GOIL!" Liz shouted. "I mean, she won't think you're a loser. If ya came up tah me and said dat stuff and tried tah make conversation wid me, I wouldn't think you're a loser. But, I wouldn't live wid ya and I wouldn't know ya da I do now. She won't think you're a loser." Liz explained.

"But, what will she think?" He asked.

"She'll probably be real happy dat you came up tah her and talked tah her. I mean, if ya introduce yourself and keep talkin' tah her, den she might get da clue dat you like her. She'll be real happy 'bout dat."

"How?"

"What do ya mean how? She'll know dat you want her and you are walkin' out on a limb an' tryin' tah get her. Do ya understand what I'm tellin' ya?" Liz asked.

"Yeah, but." He paused. "YOU GOILS ARE TOO COMPLICATED!"

"Ha! Too complicated? You boys won't do anythin' tah even show us dat you have the slightest crush on us. An' we're complicated? Ya could'da liked her forah decades an' she still wouldn't know!" Liz argued.

He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and said "Are you shorah dis will woik?"

"I'm positive! Trust me! I'm a gene-ass." Liz joked.

"More like jackass." Specs said under his breath.

"Hey!" Liz said as she smacked him upside the head. He laughed and then rubbed his head.

"I'm gonna go now." He said.

"No!" She grabbed his arm and turned him around. "Ya gotta do somethin' forah me!" She said as she pointed to herself.

"I thought dat tellin' ya all dis, was doin' something forah you." He said.

"No! Dat's jist what ya chose tah do." Liz said.

Specs put his head down and said "Alright, what do ya want me tah do?"

She pulled at his shirt and pulled him over to where they were sitting earlier. "Sit down." She told him.

"Yes, mommy." He joked.

She sat down on her knees beside him. She paused and thought for a second. "I want ya tah tell me what happened wid Snitch at Tibby's tahday."

"I don' know da whole story, Liz." Specs threw at her.

"Yes, ya do! Jist tell me please!" She begged. He knew she was really serious this time.

"Well, why can't ya talk tah him 'bout it?"

"I can't talk tah him, he's sleepin'." She answered back.

"I ain't gonna ask him dat. Cause he ain't gonna tell me da truth." She said as her facial expression dropped into a frown. "Specs, please. You're da only one I trust, tah tell me da truth. Tah tell me what really happened."

He held his breath for a little before he sighed. "Well, Jack was pickin' on him at Tibby's." Specs stopped.

"And? What was he sayin'?"

"He was sayin' stuff like 'he's a child and he needs tah grow up and all that stuff. Jist stupid stuff like dat. He was sayin' dat he's nothin' widout da Newsies an' dat he can't do anything. Just stupid ignorant stuff like that."

"That's all he was sayin' tah him?" Liz asked.

"Well, no. He was sayin' stuff like 'bout you and him. He was sayin' stuff 'bout how he needs a goil tah fight all his battles forah him and when ever he fights alone he gets da shit beat outta him. Ya know?"

"Yeah? Go on." She said.

"Dat's when Skittery added his two cents in. He started pickin' on 'im too. Ya know how Skitt's is, he follows Jack and adds what evah he wants tah it. An' well, Snitch had no body defendin' him, but himself. He was tryin' tah tell Jack and Skittery dat he ain't what dey say he is. He was tellin' dem dat he ain't a little boy an' dat he's grown up and dat he can prove it tah dem."

"What happened?"

"Do ya have tah ast so many questions?" Specs scolded.

"Yeah, I do! When my best friend, da person dat I love most in da woild comes tah me, pukin' on da street, dead drunk, stumblin' ovah himself, ya gotta have me wonderin' right? Specs, I ain't gonna be mad at you. I jist wanna know what happened."

"Well, Jack says dat if he really ain't a child den he should drink a whole bottle of whiskey. Jack says dat a grown up could do it and if Snitch could do it, den he's grown up too. So, Snitch agreed and said dat he could do it. Skitt's, Jack and da uddah guys cheered him on, and he lived up to his promise."

"Oh my God!" Liz shrieked.

"Dat's what I was sayin'!" Specs said.

"Ya didn't stop him?" Liz asked seriously.

"I tried, well." He paused. "I didn't try tah stop him, but I wanted to though." He said trying to defend himself.

"Why didn't you?"

"I don' know."

"Because Jack and Skittery would say somethin' 'bout'chu right?" Liz answered the question for him.

Specs nodded and looked at the ground.

"Everyone is so afraid of Jack ain't dey? Dey don't have dere own voices cause dey are so afraid of what some uddah guy is gonna say 'bout dem. Specs, I thought you were different. I thought dat you wouldn't do somethin' like dat."

"I'm sorry, Liz. I jist." Specs begged.

"You jist don't understand." Liz yelled at him.

"Don' understand what?"

"Snitch! Ya don't understand him like I do. He'll do anythin' tah show people dat he ain't what dey say he is. Even if he is! Do ya know what I mean?"

"Yeah."

"He's not da grown up dat he thinks he is. He's a little boy still. He's only 15 years old, he ain't a grown up. Even if he says he is. He ain't!" Liz shouted.

"But he's not! He's not a little boy anymore, Liz!" Specs shouted back.

"Yes he is, Specs! He's a little boy dat jist needs tah find himself. He jist gets caught up in all dis shit dat's out on da streets. He jist gets so caught up in the fighting and da everything! He forgets about who he is and what he is."

"Wait, Liz! Who are you and what have you done with the REAL Liz?" Specs asked. They were both glaring at each other. They both were angry at what they other said.

"Specs, I'm serious." Liz said.

"I'm serious too, Liz! You're starting to sound like." He stopped mid sentence.

"Like who?" Liz asked.

"Like my muddah." Specs said as he frowned.

"I'm sorry dat I do, Specs." She said in a softer tone. "But, he's my best friend, Specs. My BEST friend! He's all I got in da woild. An' if somethin' happens tah him. I ain't got no body no more." She said as her eyes filled with tears.

"Nothin's gonna happen tah him." Specs said knowing that Liz was about to cry.

"If you don't stop him from doin' stupid stuff den it will." Liz argued.

"You're not his muddah, Liz. You can't control him. He's his own person and he'll do what he wants tah do."

"But he won't!" Liz screamed at Specs. "He'll do what everyone else tells him tah do! Ya didn't see him tahday. Ya didn't see him, ya didn't know. Ya didn't care." She pushed him away. "Ya watched him get drunk and ya jist laughed at him! Ya didn't see what he was going through afterwards, cause ya didn't care! Ya didn't see him on the streets, ya didn't see him falling over himself, ya didn't see him at all! Ya don't understand what he means to me, Specs." She pulled out the half eaten hot dog that she forgot all about. "Ya jist don't understand." She said trying not to cry.

"He saved dat forah ya, didn't he?" Specs asked quietly.

"Yeah, he did. He jist nevah forah one day only thinks 'bout himself." She said as she stared at the hotdog.

"Liz, I'm sorry dat I didn't do nothin'. You're right. I don't understand." Specs said.

"I forgive you, but dat still don't make him bettah. Dat still don't turn back time an' make it nevah happen. But, I ain't mad at you, Specs. Don' think dat, cause I'm not. I know you would'ah stopped him, if I told you to. If you knew what was gonna happen. Jist, next time, try tah stop him."

"I will." Specs said. They sat in silence for about a minute or two. "Liz, I don't mean tah offend you or anythin', but ya make Snitch sound like he's stupid."

"He ain't stupid. He jist don't think things through beforah he does dem." Liz explained. "He's real smart, Specs. God he's smart. He jist don't know what tah do wid it, ya know. He don't know how tah use it."

"Yeah, I know he's real smart. I guess he jist don't want to be labeled as being smart." Specs said as he thought about it.

"It ain't dat. It's more complicated den dat." Liz stated.

"Den what is it?" Specs questioned.

"You're astin' me? How should I know?" Liz asked.

"Well, you're his best friend, Liz. Or so you say." Specs challenged.

"I am his best friend, but I don't know him dat well. I mean, c'mon! It's Snitch we're talkin' 'bout heah." Liz said.

"Well, you both finish each uddah's sentences. Ya bound tah have some idea what he thinks."

"Everyone can do dat, Specs. I mean, da sentences part." She paused. "Wait. Ya want ME tah search da inner woikin's of Snitch's mind? What are ya, nuts? I can't do dat." Liz said.

"Jist try, I know you can." Specs challenged again.

"I can't do dat. I gotta think like him foist, and I can't do dat. Who knows what goes on in his head. He's like a freakin', uhh, what'chu-ma- call-it. Specs, I'm tellin' ya da truth heah. I can't do dat. An' why do ya want me to?" Liz asked suspiciously.

"Well, you're his lovah Liz." Specs joked.

Liz was surprised that Specs would say something like that. "We ain't like dat, Specs." She said matter-of-factly. "We're jist friends. Nothin' more, nothin' less."

"Oh, I see how ya are." Specs said as he winked at her and nudged her shoulder with his elbow.

"Specs, we ain't like dat. We never were like dat, we never will be like dat!" She said.

"C'mon. You can't tell me ya nevah thought 'bout him like dat." Specs said as he put his elbow on her shoulder.

"I nevah thought 'bout him like dat." She answered as she brushed his elbow off her shoulder. "I nevah looked at him like dat. I nevah did anythin' like dat."

"Well, would you evah think 'bout it?" Specs asked.

"I don't know Specs. I." She paused. "He." She paused again. "WOAH! WAIT A MINUTE HERE! Why am I tellin' YOU dis? Why are WE talkin' 'bout dis?" She shouted.

"Jist answer dis an' den no more. We won't say any more 'bout you and Snitch. Alright?" Specs said.

Liz rolled her eyes and sighed. "What?"

"Hmmm." Specs said as he thought of what he wanted to say to her. He scratched his head and adjusted his glasses. "I don't want'chu tah answer dis tah me, cause it ain't a question." He explained.

"Alright."

"Snitch was talkin' tah me when we were at Tibby's beforah Jack started teasin' him. I ain't gonna tell ya what he was sayin', cause it forah me tah tell. Jist think 'bout dis for a few minutes. If he really means as much tah ya, as ya say he does, den when ya look at him next time, look deeper inside him den you have been. You'll learn thing's dat ya nevah knew beforah and you'll learn things that you would nevah learn. Jist think 'bout dat forah a while." He twitched his eyebrows and stood up. He put his hands in his pants pockets and added. "Jist look at him through a pair of new eyes." He turned around and took a few steps towards the door.

"Wait! I don't understand." Liz said quietly.

Specs turned around and faced her. He paused, thinking about what he was going to say. He gathered his thoughts and said quietly "you will. You'll understand, Liz. Jist give it time." He opened the door and went in the LH. He didn't look at her again.

Liz blinked a few times wondering what he meant. She looked down at her hand and noticed that she was still holding the half eaten hotdog that Snitch had given her earlier today. She laid it on the ground close to her and stared at it for a while. She sighed a couple times and wondered. *What was Snitch talking to Specs about at Tibby's?* She couldn't figure it out, she had an idea, but she didn't want to believe it.

The whole city was quiet. There no lights on in the surrounding houses. The only lights that could be seen were the street lamps that's flames were almost burning out. The crickets were chirping quite loudly for a night as cold as this one was. The wind blew gently through Liz's night black hair as she sat alone on the roof, thinking. It was peaceful after Specs left. Liz never really got time to spend with just herself. The only real time that she could think alone would be at the church or if Snitch got done selling early and decided to go to Tibby's without her, which wasn't that often. Snitch would usually be the one on the roof with her, they'd just talk and talk and talk. That was what made them so close. They could talk about anything, no matter how stupid or how lame it was. They could talk about it. They both weren't the best with words, but they understood one another. They were there for each other, through everything. But, there were some things that they didn't tell each other; things that they were ashamed and afraid to tell each other. But, they always ended up making the other tell them. It was just their way of doing things.

Liz sat Indian style on the roof, knocking her fists into the floor. She sighed and fell backwards. Her back hit the floor with a tremendous 'thud'. But her head hit something hard. "Oww!" She said as she grabbed the back of her head with her hands. She looked up and saw Kloppman standing there starting down at her, a frown on his face. She smiled and made her eyes bright. "Hey, pal!" She said trying to sound innocent. She knew that Newsies weren't supposed to be on the roof at this hour.

"Liz. You know the rules. Now, get to bed, now!" Kloppman scolded as he bent down and grabbed her arm. He pulled her to her feet.

"Hey! Hey!" She yelled as he pulled her up.

He pointed to the door and yelled "go!" She looked at the ground and saw the hot dog on the ground. She kneeled down to pick it up, but Kloppman stepped on it before she could reach it. (A/N: I have no idea what was with the hot dog! Stupid hot dog you make too much trouble! I guess I was having a craving or something. LOL)

"NO!" She screamed as she grabbed his ankle and tried to pull it up off of it. "Get off!" She screamed. He didn't budge. "Kloppman!" She screamed.

"Liz, get downstairs and go to sleep." Kloppman scolded.

She looked up at him tears filled in her eyes as she looked at the stone cold man. She stood up and walked backwards. Her eyes never stopped staring him down. She shook her head as she reached the door. She opened the door and ran down the stairs. She stopped in the bunkroom, debating if she should stay or leave. She heard the random snores of the sleeping boys and she heard coughing. She stood there for a little while until she heard Kloppman coming down the stairs. She took a breath and ran out of the bunkroom, down the stairs, through the lobby and out onto the streets. She kept running as far as she could until she couldn't run anymore.

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As I said earlier, I have no idea what was with the hot dog. I guess, well, I can't really guess because I don't know. I think I just needed something to do with it, it was just kinda there, ya know. Anysnitch, thanks for reading and review review review!