Hey, I'm back! *waves sort of*

Thank you again to all my reviewers! I'm to lazy right now to give personal SO's to everyone, although there weren't that many of you, there were some. I HAVE to give SO's to Sapphy and Tag: Sapphy - Thanks for helping me with some ideas for this chapter. Sorry, if I bugged you a lot, I just had major writers block. Thanks for tellin' me if my ideas fit or didn't! Love ya *muah*

Tag - Thanks so much for helping me with my ideas also. I know I always torture you with my Ficcyness on AIM! LOL, oodles of sorries for that. I just need to talk to someone about everything that goes through my demented and screwed up mind, and you are always the one to talk to. So thanks again! Thank you for coming up with a spiffy title! You are always good with coming up with spiffy things! Love ya *muah* Hey I did add you and Specs in this chap. Go figure! I found a place for you and him.aren't you proud??!?? LOL

Now, this is some random babbling sort of junky crap. It is about my main character, obviously Liz. Sapphy pointed out a really, I have to underline this, really good point about her. Sapphy said that she forgets that Liz is 13 and she thinks that she is 16 or 17. Go figure, I forget too! I was thinking of an explanation for that and I have a really fo- sheezy one too! Okay, Liz was born in China in God knows what year.like (let me do my math skills here) 1886. She was born an orphan and she came over to America when she was 6 or something. Anyway, she was born on the street and being as the streets aren't a nice place, she was forced to grow up rather quickly. She was forced to take care of herself at a very young age and she had a lot of hard crap to go through. I'm sorry if I make it kinda confusing for some people, I am not 13 and I don't really remember when I was (God that was only 2 years ago!!!), but (why am I adding this??) a lot of people say I am mature for my age, so I guess I write in a way that I kinda speak for myself. If that makes any sense. Now, about Liz, I'll try to throw some little things in there to make her a more believable 13 year old. So, sorry for the confusion everyone.

I thought that was gonna be more spiffy than it was, it didn't really turn out.

NEWSIES: SHUT UP! JUST GET ON WID IT!

Alright, alright. Geez, don't get your undies in a bundle! Gah! Okay, before the Newsies have a heart attack, here it is. The Alpha and the Omega, the one, the only, chapter 6: Ya? Or You?

God I sound like a moron!

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Chapter 6: Ya? Or You?

Tag and Specs went off to Central Park to sell their papes. Liz bought her papes and was waiting for Snitch to come. She kicked a few stones impatiently as she groaned. "Snitch, come on!" She yelled at him. She started mumbling things to herself, just trying to keep herself occupied. "I'm just gonna go by meself, now come on!" She said to herself as she walked over to Snitch.

Snitch was talking to Itey, Jake and Pie Eater when Liz came over and kicked his leg. He turned around slowly annoyed. "What!?!" He said bothered.

"Come on! I wanna go!" Liz whined.

Snitch looked at the three other boys and laughed at Liz. They continued to talk about useless crap.

"Ah!" Liz sighed as she turned around and headed for her usual selling spot on Sherman Street. She knew that she shouldn't be walking alone; she knew that Snitch would just get even angrier with her, but she didn't care. She didn't do what everyone expected of her and she had no intention to. She did what she wanted and that was it.

Sherman Street wasn't that far away from the PDC; it was probably about 15 blocks or so. She reached the 5th block and looked behind her. *No Snitch. What is taking him so long?* She continued to walk by herself down the streets.

Snitch got done talking and headed off to find Liz. He was still angry at her from the previous confrontation, now he was even more upset that she left him. He thought he saw Oscar in the PDC office before he left, so he knew Liz was alright. Snitch wasn't that far behind her, probably about 3 or 4 blocks behind her.

Liz would start to hawk the headlines every time she'd see a person on the streets pass. She never sold any though. Not very often did she sell papes to people outside her selling spot. Most of those people had already bought papes from other Newsies.

She reached Sherman Street and started yelling the headlines, not improving them though. A hand reached around from behind her, covering her mouth. A low husky voice whispered in her ear "Heya Liz. Did ya miss me?" He grabbed her waist and pulled her off the ground, making her papers fall to the dirty ground. He slammed her into the wall will full force as he gently kissed down her neck. She tried to fight back, as usual, but couldn't. "Dat wasn't nice what ya did las' night. I was tryin' tah tell ya how I felt an' what did ya do? I think ya know what ya did. Now, you're gonna pay!" He said as he let go of her mouth and grabbed both of her hands. He put them above her head as he smiled at her.

"Help! Someone help me!" She screamed as he started to feel down her small helpless body. "Oscar stop it! Please! Someone help me please!" She shrieked in agony, tears streaming down her face.

"You shut up, bitch! You desoive dis! You desoive everything dat I do tah you! 'Cause you're nothin'." He said as he started to kiss her again, still feeling up her tiny body.

Snitch heard the screaming and was now running as fast as he could to Liz.

Oscar stopped kissing her and was now staring straight at Liz. "Ya think dis is bad? You ain't seen nothin' yet! I'm gonna give ya so much pain dat you're gonna wish you was dead! Yet, I'm gonna give myself so much pleasure dat I'm gonna keep wantin' more and more." He laughed. "Ya know how I'm gonna do dat? Well foist I'm gonna fuck you're guts out, den I'm gonna do it again and again. Harder an' harder each time." He laughed.

"Get away from her!" Snitch screamed as pulled Oscar away from Liz and started punching him in the face. The two boys fell on the ground, punching each other as many times as they could. Liz stood where she was left to afraid to move. Snitch and Oscar struggled for the top. First Oscar got the top and punched Snitch as hard as he could. Snitch regained his strength and punched Oscar as hard as he could. They continued to roll around until Snitch finally had the top and did something completely unexpected. He pulled a knife from his sock and positioned it at Oscar's neck.

"NO!" Liz screamed running over to Snitch, falling on her knees beside him. She grabbed his arm, trying to get him to put the knife down.

Snitch sat there, shaking from hate, anger and fear, just eyeing Oscar. His breath was heavy and his eyes were cold.

"C'mon. Do it!" Oscar said, challenging him with an evil grin on his face. "Ya know ya want to!"

"Snitch, don't do it! Snitch, come on, don't do it!" Liz pleaded.

"Ya want Liz all for yourself, don't ya? Don't ya, Snitch." Oscar joked.

"Shut the hell up, Oscar! I can kill you right now if I wanted to!" Snitch said seriously.

"Snitch." Liz said softly. "Put the knife down, please." He didn't budge. "Put it down please!" He narrowed his eyes breathing even harder and faster. A tear slipped down Liz's cheek as she screamed "PUT THE KNIFE DOWN SNITCH, PLEASE!" She pulled his arm back with all her might. He started to move his arm back slowly, away from Oscar's neck.

He put the knife up to his face and studied it as he started shaking even more. He looked over at Liz who was crying and muttered "I'm sorry." His eyes started to water with tears, as he helped Liz pull him off of Oscar. He couldn't believe what he almost had done. He stood up straight and watched as Oscar pulled himself off the ground.

Oscar looked at Snitch and laughed. "You're a pussy man! Fuckin' pussy!" He said as he walked over to Liz. "Mark my woids, bitch."

"Just go!" Liz screamed as she pushed him.

"It was fun dancin' wid ya, Snitch." Oscar laughed as he walked away.

Liz looked at Snitch, who was watching Oscar run away. She noticed his tear stained cheeks and his busted lip. "Snitch?"

He looked at her and backed away shaking his head in disbelief.

"It's okay, Snitch just come here." Liz pleaded as she cried.

"No!" Snitch said softly as he threw the knife on the ground. "What have I done?!?" He cried.

"Let's talk about dis, it's gonna be okay!" She said walking up to him. She tried to hug him but he shook her off.

"I don't wanna talk." He said as he ran away.

"Snitch, please don't do dis!" Liz begged. "Come back! Snitch!?!" She buried her head in her hands. When she got over crying she picked up the papers off the ground and headed to find Specs and Tag. She walked alone to Central Park to sell both her own and Snitch's papers.

She found Specs and Tag, they were still selling their papers, but they were doing some harmless flirting and laughing. She snuck up behind Specs and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around. "I'm sorry, Specs. But, could I sell with you and Tag today?" She said, trying not to cry.

"Yeah, sure." Specs said a little concerned. "What happened? What's wrong?" He asked.

Liz just shook her head, trying to hold back the tears.

"Liz, do ya wanna talk 'bout it? I'm always heah tah talk, if ya wanna." Tag suggested.

"No, thanks ya guys. But, its real nice'a you'se, but I really don' wanna talk 'bout it right now. I jist wanna sell my papes, right now." She answered them.

"Alright." Specs said as he started to yell the headlines. "Ferry crashed, hundreds dead and countin'!" He hawked.

"What?!?" Liz said as she made a face at him. "Where did ya get dat?!?"

Specs and Tag laughed. "Ya don' change da headlines do ya, Ace?" Specs asked.

Liz just shook her head in confusion.

"Well, we do." Tag answered back, changing what Specs said to something better.

"Well, I guess I bettah leave you two alone, ya know. I mean I ain't gonna sell any papes. But, I'm real happy forah ya Specs. Ya did great." She smiled a phony smile at him before turning away and going to the other side of the park.

The day passed by quickly. Specs and Tag sold all of their papes before 6 PM and headed off to Tibby's. Liz was still selling her papes well after 8 PM, but she eventually sold all of her double load of papers. She headed off to where she thought and sort of knew Snitch would be; the abandoned shed right on the edge of Manhattan, over looking the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Snitch?" She said as she slowly walked towards him. He was just sitting on the floor of the abandoned shed looking out at the water.

"How did ya know I was heah?" He asked as he gave her a semi welcoming smile.

"How do I know my name's Liz? Dat's jist da way thing's woik. Do ya mind if I sit down?" She asked quietly.

"Sure, go ahead." He answered back, moving over so that she could sit beside him.

"I sold your papes forah ya, Snitch." She said, putting her hand in her pocket to get the money she made. "Heah's your money." She said as she gave it to him.

"Thanks, Liz. Ya didn't have tah do dat, ya know." He said with a smile of appreciation.

"I know, but I wanted tah." She answered back. "So, how are ya doin'?"

"I'm sorry, Liz." Snitch said embarrassed and a bit ashamed. "I don' know what happened back dere." He tried to explain, but he knew he couldn't.

"Snitch," She said as she took his hand "I ain't da one who you should be apologizin' tah. 'Cause ya didn't do dat tah me. Yeah, ya scared da hell outtah me, but I ain't da one who should forahgive ya. Da only person dat ya should be apologizin' tah, is yourself. An' maybe Oscar, dat's optional. Snitch, I love ya tah death. An' you know dat. All me long years, we've been best friends. (A/N: I am a huge LOTR freak.so a special thank you and recognition goes out to Gandalf the Gray for that line); spending nearly every waking moment together." Her eyes started to well up with tears "I wish dat I could say dat I know you inside an' out. But, I only know what I've been told. I only know what I've experienced, what I've seen an' hoid. I think dat I can say dat I know what makes ya cry. I know what makes you laugh. I know what makes you mad. I know what makes you happy." She smiled at him. "But, for da life'a me I cannot understand why the hell ya do da things ya do." Snitch laughed. "I mean, yeah I do stuff dat in your book would be considered stupid. An' you do stuff dat in my book I consider stupid." He wiped the smile of his face and looked at his hand, snug tightly in hers. "But, dat's okay." She reassured him. "I forahgive ya, an' you forahgive me. Now, all ya gotta do is forahgive yourself. Do ya get me?" Snitch nodded. "But, I nevah seen ya get so mad like dat." Liz said.

"I know, I - I" He stumbled over his words. "I don' know what happened tah me. I saw him an' I saw you, an'" He stopped. "An' I jist went crazy." He tried to explain.

"But, why? You nevah acted like dat beforah. I mean, dis was a completely different situation, but still." Liz said looking into his hazel eyes.

"But it was real, Liz! I mean, I jist, I jist got so mad, ya know. I mean, I saw you. An' I saw him kissin' you an' I saw him touchin' you an'" He started to cry. "An' I knew what you was feelin' an' I knew what you was thinkin'." Liz looked stumped at what he was saying. "'Cause, I've felt dat way too. I know what ya were goin' through an' I know what dat's like." He tried to stop himself from crying, but he couldn't.

"Snitch, what are you talking about?" Liz asked seriously.

"Liz, what I'm sayin' is dat my muddah was nevah an alcoholic. She was nevah a prostitute or anythin'. Okay, I lied. Dat ain't why I left, Liz. I left because.." He paused. "Because my dad." He was trying not to cry. "He'd."

"No!" Liz yelled in anger. "No! You're lying! Snitch, stop!" She screamed as she let go of his hand and jumped up on her feet. "I don't believe you! He didn't do dat! Dat nevah happened, Snitch!" She cried.

Snitch jumped up and pulled her in a hug. "No, it's okay! It's ovah now, I left, I'm fine." He said trying to comfort her.

She looked up at him in disbelief. "Okay? Okay?!?" She pulled away from him, but he grabbed her hands. "It is not OKAY! Why did you lie tah me?" She screamed. "Why?!?"

"Liz, stop!" He said gently. "Look dat was a long time ago, alright. It only happened once, an' I left." He shrugged.

"But STILL! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why should I?!? I mean dere are a thousand an' one thing's dat you nevah told me! You're my friend, Liz, not my wife! Not my muddah or anythin' like dat! Okay, I tell ya what I think ya should know, an' at da time I didn't think ya should know dat. Okay?" Snitch embraced her yet again. "I'm sorry dat it upset ya, but I jist had tah tell ya da truth. Dat was why I got so mad at Oscah tahday. 'Cause I knew what dat was like an' I knew what you felt. An' I don't want you tah have tah go through dat. It scared me Liz. I mean it was like dat whole experience all over again. I jist lost it, ya know." Snitch explained.

"Okay, okay. You told me somethin' dat you lied about. Now I gotta tell you somethin' dat I lied about." She paused. "Well, I didn't tell ya da complete truth about what happened las' night. I only told ya a limited amount of it. But, you gotta promise me dat you won't get mad at me. Alright?"

"Yeah."

"Oscah saw me in da alleyway an' was tryin' tah be nice tah me. He asked me what was wrong an' stuff, but I wouldn't tell him. He said he wanted to tell me somethin' an' he dragged me ovah an' started talkin'. He was sayin' how he ain't what I think he is, an' dat he ain't da way dat I always see him. He was tryin' tah change da way dat I looked at him, ya know. He was sayin' how he nevah meant tah hoit me an' dat in truth he liked me." Snitch frowned. "He was gonna say dat he loved me, but I stopped him. I insulted him an' sort of brought da whole thing on myself. I was real mean tah him an' I can understand why he was the way he was. He started tah beat me up an' stuff an' I got away. He found me again an' den he said dat he really liked pickin' on me, an' he liked seein' me struggle. He said how he liked havin' da powah an' stuff. Den he kissed me. So, dat is everythin' tah try tah understand tahday."

Snitch blinked a few times in disbelief. "I see." He paused, taking in everything. "He liked you?!? What the fuck!?!"

"Snitch don' say dat." Liz argued with him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Liz stood staring at him in annoyance "fuck, fuck." He laughed.

"Are ya done yet?" Liz said, not amused.

"Fuck!" He laughed at her. "I'm jist jokin' Liz, yeah I'm done. Look if ya don' want me tah say dat, den I won't say dat. Jist don't turn all Godly on me or somethin'."

"Godly?!? Since when have I been all Godly?" Liz laughed.

"Well, I know where ya go when ya don' come tah Tibby's. Everybody knows where ya go."

"Well, I like tah try tah get stuff straight ya know. I mean I jist want someone tah talk to an' tah understand." Liz explained.

"Ya can always talk tah me, Liz." Snitch said, slipping his hand into hers.

"Snitch, what?" Liz tried to say.

"Look. I haven't been a very good friend. An' I'm sorry.." He said before Liz interrupted him.

"No. You've been my best friend. You'll always be my best friend."

"It ain't dat, Liz. I mean," he thought about what he was going to say as he let go of her hand "I know what ya did forah Specs. An' I thought dat it was real nice of ya tah do dat forah him. An' I was wonderin' if ya could help me out too."

"What do ya want me tah do?" Liz asked a little confused.

"Dere's dis goil, dat I knew for God knows how long."

"Do I know 'er?"

"Yeah, ya know 'er. Ya know 'er quite good actually." He laughed as he thought. "I wanna tell 'er how I feel, but I jist can't. I mean I don't wanna ruin our friendship an' stuff."

"Well, maybe ya should ask 'er da way dat she feels 'bout you. Maybe ya should ask 'er if she would evah consider ya in a way dat is more den jist friends." Liz tried to help out.

"Alright, but what if she don't feel da same way dat I do? What if she thinks dat I'm hideous or somethin'?" Snitch said, pacing back and forth.

"Maybe ya should jist ask her foist, tah find out."

Snitch stopped pacing and stood in place for a second, his hand up to his mouth, thinking. "Maybe you're right." He walked over to Liz and took her hand once again. Liz looked a bit confused.

"What I'm tryin' tah say is, Liz, you're my best friend. An' I love you so much, but dat ain't enough. I don' just wanna be your best friend. I wanna be more den dat. I wanna love you in da way dat I always dreamed 'bout. I wanna not only be dere forah you, but I wanna take care of you, more den what I have been doin'. I want you tah love me not as a friend, but as something more. I want dese dreams dat I've been havin' 'bout us tah be real, an' not in my head. But, most of all, Liz, I want you tah be my goil."

Liz was speechless; she had no words to describe what she was feeling. Snitch looked at her nervously and with a bit of confusion. "Ya said you when ya said dat ya wanna love me. Ya didn't say ya, ya said you." Liz said as her mouth was hanging wide open.

Snitch blushed, knowing how much Liz loved hearing the word 'you' instead of ya. (A/N: The 'ya' and 'you' thing was an idea that came from the awesome movie Something's Gotta Give. So if you didn't see it, go see it now!) "Yeah, that's right I did." He bit his bottom lip in nervousness as she stared into her brown eyes.

"I don't know what tah say, Snitch. Dat was beautiful an' I am completely speechless right now." Liz explained.

"Say dat, you'll let me kiss you."

Liz stalled for a second as she stumbled over her words. "I - I. I don't know how." She admitted.

Snitch inched closer to her and said "I'd love to teach you." Liz nodded as Snitch put his hands on her face and gently pulled her towards him, pressing his lips ever so slightly on hers. They kissed each other for a while, until Snitch let go for a breath. Liz still had her eyes closed when she slowly pulled away from him. Her mouth was still wide open with astonishment.

"So, was I a good teacher?" Snitch asked.

"Yeah, but I could use some more practice." Liz said back as she pulled him towards her kissing him more passionately. She put her hands around his shoulders and he put his hands around her waist, gently lifting her to her tip toes. They let go of each other's lips for a breath of air, but Snitch pulled Liz's back into his after he caught a quick breath. They both got really into the kiss and started into a full blown make-out session. Liz put her hands on his face while he put his hands in her hair. Snitch was really getting into it, before Liz knew it he darted his tongue into her mouth, she pulled back quickly. "Hey, hey! None'a dat." She warned him.

"Okay." He said as he bent forward kissing her again. She pulled back quickly again.

"I think we should stop for now." She said, knowing that they both would get too wrapped up in the kiss and end up making a big mistake.

"Okay." He said as he let go of her. "Ya know, you're pretty good forah a beginnah." He joked.

Liz blushed. "Thanks, I guess."

"Don't worry, it was a compliment." He said as he kissed her cheek. "So, 'bout you bein' my goil an' all?"

"Now you're just bein' stupid." Liz laughed as she put her hand in his. "C'mon. Let's go." She said as she started walking to Tibby's.

"You hungry? I could get you another hotdog or somethin'." Snitch joked.

Liz laughed, "it ain't da hotdog dat' I'm worried about, sweet cakes. It's you an' dat liquor." She said looking at him. "Now, what was dat story again?"

"Hey! C'mon, we don' need tah talk 'bout dat." Snitch said, trying to get her off the subject. "So, was dat your foist kiss?"

"Well, I guess it was if I had to ask you how to kiss." She slapped his arm with her other hand. "Why, was dat yours too?"

"Yeah, it was." He said honestly. "But, I'm glad dat it was with you." He said as he kissed her hand.

"Now, you're jist showin' off." Liz laughed.

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NEWSIES: Get that smile off of your face!

Oh, sorry. Ha! Wow, what a dream! Wow! I had so much fun writing the last part of this chapter, it was like a dream come true when I..ahem.Liz kissed Snitch. Well, it was the other way around sort of. But, Snitch has a few surprises up his sleeve I'll admit that. He is a very very very sweet talker! LOL.

Okay, R&R and I'll give you a special make-out session with your favorite Newsie! Go on, go on! You know you want to! If not I'll just give you a cookie or something.