"Morning, Tory!" Jenny said, oh-so-cheerfully, bounding down the stairs. I groaned, and opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep on the couch, sitting upright, so my back ached. I glanced down at my lap. Spot was still asleep, my hands buried in his hair. I grinned at Jenny, who was smirking down at me.

"Where's your boyfriend?" She made a face.

"Upstairs. I made the boys eggs. You want some?" I nodded. I prodded Spot, slightly.

"Spot...Spot, wake up. Spot, Jack just took over Brooklyn!" Spot sat up, eyes wide, alert. I grinned. "Just kidding. Breakfast is ready." He glared at me.

"Dat ain't funny, Bits." I rolled my eyes.

"You're just too overprotective," I replied. He growled at me, and I flashed him a grin before bounding upstairs, where the guys were enjoying Jenny's good cooking. I helped myself to some eggs, and sat down next to Dutchy.

"Hey, Duchter!" I greeted. He grinned at me around a mouthful of eggs. "Hey, Jen! I'm gonna fry up some bacon, m'kay? Not all of us are vegetarians!"

"Okay!" She hurried out of the room when the phone rang. I began frying bacon, singing to myself.

"In the heart of little old New York you'll find a thoroughfare. It's the part of little old New York that runs into Times Square..."

"TORY!" Jenny shrieked, running into the kitchen. I spun around.

"What?"

"Daniel's coming home! He's on his way! You have to get the guys out of here, or else I'll be busted!" I jumped into action, grabbing plates and throwing them in the dishwasher, ordering the boys to find every last article of clothing under penalty of death, and pulling on my jeans over my swimsuit. I hugged Jenny.

"Come over to my house later! Bye!" I ushered the guys out of the house, into the car.

"Alright, guys. Let's go home. I need a shower." I drove them back to my house, and saw Kelly walking down the street, heading for her house. She had apparently come to my house, and, finding me gone, she had returned home. "Kid, jump out of the car. Keep quiet. Run up to that girl over there and wrap your arm around her waist and say, 'Where have you been? I went to your house to pick you up for our date, but you weren't there!'" I laughed. Kid was obviously confused, but he shrugged and jumped out of the car.

I watched him put his arm around Kelly's waist. She spun and slapped him across the face, yelling. She froze. I hopped out.

"Kelly! What kind of way is that to treat your boyfriend?" I demanded, trying to confuse her. It worked.

"What?"

"You were supposed to wait for Louis! You were going on a date tonight!"

"I...was...?"

"Yes! Oh, you forgot, didn't you?"

"Forgot what?"

"Your short-term meory loss! You forgot you had a date with Louis! Aw. And you were doing so much better!" Kelly was barely listening. She was studying Kid Blink, inspecting him, wondering why on earth he looked so damn familiar...

It clicked.

"Damnit, Tory! You had me going there!" she shrieked, stomping her foot. "Who the hell is this, and why does he look like a seventeen year old Trey Parker?" I grinned.

"Kelly, this is Kid Blink."

"Yeah, right," she scoffed.

"Uh, no, Kelly. This is Kid Blink," I insisted. I swaggered over to the car and pulled open the door. The boys tumbled out of the car, onto the grass. "Kelly, meet the 1899 Manhattan newsboys, and the one and only Spot Conlon, prince of Brooklyn," I introduced, with a flourished bow.

Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she surveyed the dog pile. I grinned.

"T-Tory? Am I dreaming?" I laughed.

"Nope, Kell. You're awake. They showed up in my kitchen day before yesterday. Her expression changed.

"What?! They've been here for a whole day and a half, and you didn't TELL ME?!" Kelly demanded.

"You weren't home yesterday, remember? You were with Mary!" I snapped.

"Yeah, but...but...newsies! I would've so ditched!"

"Yeah, well, I hung out at Jenny's yesterday. We stayed the night, but we had to clear out 'cause her brother was coming home. So you get your day of fun today." She grinned, then took me aside.

"Which one do I get?" she whispered, licking her lips.

"Kelly, you're drooling." She wiped her mouth inconspicuously with her sleeve, then examined it.

"AM NOT!" she exclaimed, punching my arm. I laughed.

"You get Kid Blink." She stopped ranting.

"Okay. So..." She glanced over at the boys, who were watching us expectantly. "What do we do first?"

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Shoutouts!

ducks-go-quack-00: If I ever need a Race-lover, I'll call you!

Buttons14: Oh, sweet. I would love to see that onstage.

koodles4you: Sorry, babe, but I don't share. I'm very selfish.

The AngryPrincess13: Thanks! I'll update ASAP!

The Voices in Our Heads: Spot is a hottie. You ever need to talk to a newsie lover, just drop me a line!

Joker is Poker with a J: I know! All my friends despise newsies! Well, except for Jenny and Kelly, obviously.