A/N: Crap. I wrote a warning on the summary for language last chapter and I was idiot and I didn't save it! Stupid, Stupid! Also, this was going to be posted earlier, but my ass wipe of a computer blew-up on me and I had to re-write it! Plus, I was on vacation. The original was better. Stupid! Yeah and my goal is to get another chapter in this week. Like that's going to happen, but still you never know.

Shout Outs

Smiley Cad - Aww, your too sweet! Really you are! Yeah. Oscar is bad, but he wouldn't be Oscar if he wasn't, right? Or maybe that's what they want us to think.... Ahh! Creepy, paranoid moment.

Vacant Skies - Haha! Yeah I really like Zaine too! I had this odd feeling that I had to make the really hot one, a very quiet one. I don't know why, I just did. Oh! I think I got the idea from the Disney channel movie "Brink". Except, he isn't as good looking as my dear friend Zaine.

NadaZimri - Things will happen. I can't exactly say what, but things will happen. Oh and the link to a picture would be awesome too. You know what, I'm going to do it! It will be one of a picture because I'm too lazy to look for a song link. So here it

And if it doesn't work, it's a picture of our beloved boys when they are singing 'Carrying the Banner' on the street.

WannabeNewsie - Aww, another sweet one in the bunch. I'm sorry! I guess I had to leave you hangin' there. Here's more and I hope you like it.

Sassandra - Haha, thanks. Yeah the accent had gotten me confused as well. It also started to get on my nerves because iit would take me a little longer to understand. But I have to do it! I'm sorry! It just flows! Sometimes I even talk like the accent, that I see it so much. I just feel that's it right to use it.

Chapter 12

I awoke the next morning, feeling as though I was well rested and ready to start a new day. Then the thought of what Oscar had said came to my head. What's that suppose to mean, he's always cared for me? Cared for me my ass!

Even though I have been living at the Lodging House for about two weeks, I still haven't gotten used to the fact that the boys are so boisterous in the morning. Someone is always yelling. Whether it's Racetrack looking for his cigars or it's the fact that someone can't find a bar of soap. Either way, I still had to bare with it.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with one hand and held my clothes for the day in the other, all the while shuffling into the washroom. Right as I walked into the room, Race had yelled," Misfit! Think fast!" A second after he said those words a dirty rag was thrown directly at my face. Ew! I don't even know where this thing has been, and it was just clinging to my face like tape does on paper.

I ripped the rag off of my now fully awaken face. "Racetrack Higgins! I'm gonna kill ya!" He than ran for his life as I chased him around the washroom. Race had to dodge around the people who were coming out of stalls and standing near sinks. I did the same as I mimicked his every move. He ducked under Jack's raised arm , who was passing a towel to Crutchy. I attempted to do the same, but, unlucky for me, Jack was lowering his arm. I smacked right into it causing me to slip and fall. On my way down, I dropped my clothes on the wood floor.

Everyone's head turned to see what had made the loud thudding noise. When they realized it was me, the whole room erupted in laughter. The Manhattan leader looked down at me with chuckles escaping his lips and offered me his hand. I gladly accepted it and Jack pulled me up to a standing position.

"Stupid Race. Yer gonna pay," I muttered under my breath while wiping the dirt off my butt.

"I'se sorry, what was dat?" Jack questioned out of pure amusement and with a huge grin on his face. Why me? And why in the morning? They could always find someone else to pick on. I bent down to pick up my fallen clothes.

"Nevahmind," I replied harshly. Jack not being offended, chuckled even more. It's not funny! I rolled my eyes and stormed off towards the stalls. When I had reached the row of doors, I had stopped at the one, third from the left. Just in case, I knocked on the stall door. A few seconds passed by and no one notified me that they were occupying it.

So, I opened the door and left it ajar as I set my clothes on a stool that was placed inside the stall. I then shut the door and had gotten ready for the day in there.

After I had gotten dressed, I strolled to a near by sink and brushed my teeth.

"How's little ol' Spotty? I'se didn't hear ya come in las' night an' I'se thought dat ya stayed in Brooklyn or somethin'," Race stated, a playful grin plastered on his face, all the while coming up behind me.

"He's fine. An' foah ya information, I'se didn't stay dah night. I'se was just a little delayed. Dat's all." Before saying this I spat into the sink and rinsed off my toothbrush.

"Delayed wit' what?" the teen winked. I just rolled my eyes and wiped off my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. Getting a sudden jolt of energy, I frolicked to the bunkroom and over to my bed. Race followed me with an odd look upon his face.

"What was dat all 'bout?" Race pushed, still with the odd look upon his face while I just shrugged. He quickly shook off the mask and replaced it with a smirk adorning his Italian features. I plopped down on the floor and reached under my bunk, only to find my boots. Just what I was searching for! As quickly as I could possibly move in the morning, I slipped on my shoes and tied them with ease.

"Why so many questions?" I asked, stating the obvious all the while placing my hat on my head,

"'Cause," He then, with a swift motion stole the hat from my head and began to run down the staircase. He ran all the Distribution Office with me chasing after him the whole way there.

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It was about two thirty and I was strolling down the Brooklyn docks as if I had owned the place. I had finished lunch about an hour ago and instead of selling the next edition, I decided to visit Spot. It's surprising to see so many of the Brooklyn newsies not selling. I figured that they would be, and not out and about on the docks.

Some of the were jumping off of the sides and into the river water below. Others roamed the docks or chattered with one another on them. As I passed by, a few of the Brooklynites threw catcalls in my direction.

I was so glad that I hadn't gotten lost on the way here. Just by the looks of the borough's newsies, I could tell it was a rough place. And the newsies were most likely nicer than some other folks who lived here. Some are probably too vicious for words and those kind have probably been to jail once or twice.

As I walked further down the dock, I could see Spot talking to a younger kid. It seemed as though he was showing the kid how to do something. When I was a few feet away, I had stopped in my tracks. Now I had a clearer view of what they were doing. Spot was teaching the little lad how to use a slingshot. The younger boy had his back towards me and Spot was facing my way. I just had to smile to myself.

Wow! I didn't know Spot, the Brooklyn leader, could possibly be so soft and caring as to teach a younger of his kind, how to use a slingshot. And this is on his spare time! How cute!

The leader looked up at me and smiled. Whoa! He smiled! Spot Conlon actually smiled! Two things in one day, things I thought he couldn't possibly achieve.

"Hey," He said, breaking the silence between us. The kid was chattering up a storm to the elder, the whole time I had been standing there. After Spot had said his hello, the little boy had stopped his jabbering and turned around to face me.

"Hiya, an' who is dis cute little kid?" I asked Spot, gesturing toward the younger. But, before the teen could answer, the kid replied for him.

"I'se Gecko!" the boy interrupted. He couldn't have been older than the age of eight. His shaggy blonde hair clung to his face because of the precipitation in the air. His bright green eyes danced with happiness.

"Well, I'se Misfit. Nice tah meetcha," I stretched out my hand for him to shake. He did, then I finished what I was saying. "What are ya doin'?"

"Spot is teachin' me how tah use a slingshot!" Gecko said with much enthusiasm. I could tell that Gecko looked up to Spot in more than one way. Of course he looked up to him as a leader, but as an older brother as well.

"Isn't dat nice o' him?" I said after I had kneeled down in front of him so that are eyes were level.

"Yeah, Spot's dah best!" he said with a huge grin adorning his face. I smiled at his enthusiasm.

"Hey, Gecko? Why don't ya run along? I'se can teach ya later." Spot said looking down towards the kid.

"Ok," was his reply. He started to walk off, but then turned back around and ran towards us. "Here ya go, Spot." Gecko gave the slingshot over to Spot.

"Nah. Ya keep it." He said handing it back.

"Thanks!" And then Gecko ran off to some of the other newsies, showing off his new gift.

"Well, Mr. Spot Conlon. I'se didn't tink dat ya could do it," I commented all the while smirking at him. He started to smirk as well.

"Do what?" he asked with confusion.

"Bein' soft an' actually helpin' out a youngah kid."

I could tell that he was getting a little bit heated. "I'se not goin' soft, if dat's what yer tinkin'." I wonder how far I can take this.

"Are ya soah? 'Cause it looks like yer goin' soft tah me," I taunted. Spot was definetly losing his temper. His eyes had gotten so fired up with anger.

"He is one o' me newsies an' he doesn't know how tah use a slingshot. Brooklyn's trademark weapan! I'se was just teachin' him how tah defend himself!" Spot stated, defensively.

Alright, I'll stop. I think I've gone a little far. "Isn't it a nice afternoon?" I casually said all the while looking up at the sky. The sky was pure blue with a few clouds lingering in the sky. This was my attempt at trying to change the subject.

"Hey! Don't go an' change dah subject on me, Fit!" I looked back down at him. His tone changed and his eyes seemed to get softer. "I'se guess it's ok."

"What do ya mean 'ya guess it's -" but before I could finish my sentence he bent down and his lips were pressed against mine. It was a quick yet passionate. It was too soon to be over; I just had to get more. Wrapping my arms around his neck and closing my eyes, I pulled him closer and went in for another. He went in as well, his strong arms slowly snaking around my waist and pulling me closer. This kiss was still as passionate as the last, except longer and we were definitely more into it.

When we broke apart to take a breath, I smiled and starred into his eyes. It seemed as if there wasn't a care in the world and we were the only people that lived in it. It was magical.