A/N: Here's another chapter! Woot! Woot!

Shout Outs:

Joker is Poker with a J- I know, I know! :: looks away sheepishly:: ... I did better this time... right? My cousin asked the same thing, with the whole her telling Jack thing. I guess you'll just have to read and find out!

Jelly21- I love your pen name! It makes me hungry! Tehehe. Nope, it's not the end. Not yet anyway! When I first started this story my goal was, I think 15 chapters. Well, it's going to be longer than that!

Vacant Skies- Yes, Sunday nights are now no fun! And I dread them because the next day is Monday...which means SCHOOL! AHH! Not cool. Zaine, Zaine, Zaine we have to whip this boy into shape, now won't we?

Smiley Cad- Aww, thanks! I love it when I get comments like that! They make me smile! And I'm not going to say any more about the story because that would give it away! 8)

Chapter 14

When I had reached the bunkroom, it had looked the emptiest I had ever seen it. The only person that was in there was Jack Kelly, of course. He looked so peaceful, yet hurt at the same time. I felt a little bad for Jack, but I felt even worse for his newsies. They look up to him and he's been beaten. It's all my fault too, if I were to never leave then this wouldn't have happened. But, if I didn't come then, I would have never met Spot.

I smiled at this thought. Spot makes me happy, happier than the morning of Christmas! Not like I have a rich girl's Christmas morning, it's more like 'Good morning, now make the breakfast'. Spot just brought a smile to my face every time I saw him. I looked back down at Jack. Damn, I never thought it would be this bad.

Slowly, I tiptoed over to where Jack had been placed. Sitting down on his bunk, I let out a sigh. Things are starting to get a little crazy. Spot and I were a couple and now this? I didn't think living with a bunch of newsboys was going to change things so much.

"Jack?" I whispered quietly, hoping not to wake him and at the same time wishing he did. "I'se know ya can't here me an' all, but I'se need tah get somethin' out." I paused, thinking of how I could say this to the sleeping leader.

"When I'se got here, I'se wasn't complet-" I didn't even get to finish what I was saying when I heard someone coming up the stairs. As quick as lightening, I turned my head towards the door where I saw Mush coming through the doorway. But, Mush isn't who caught my eye, it was rather Spot who was reclined lazily on a bed closest to the door. How long had HE been there? Did he hear me talking to Jack?...Great.

Spot must not have noticed that I realized he was there because his eyes were closed. Maybe he's asleep? Oh God please let him be asleep. But I wasn't even up there seven minutes! He couldn't be. The Brooklyn leader did open his eyes when he heard Mush speak.

"Spot, theah's a pokah game downstairs. Ya wanna join?" The curly haired boy then glanced my way, not even waiting for spot to answer. "Hey, Misfit. Pokah?"

"No thanks. Maybe some othah time," I replied, still not really wanting to be down there.

"Oh, okay. Spot?"

"Latah," He answered casually. Mush nodded understandingly and headed back down the stairs where a supposed poker game was about to start. After he had left the room, Spot came over to where I was sitting and leaned against the pillar that held the top and bottom bunk together. "Ya weren't completely what?" he asked skeptically.

"It's none-wait a minute- what were ya doin' followin' me?" I questioned his actions also trying my best to change the subject. I didn't want to lie to him anymore that what I have already done and now just didn't feel like the right time to tell him the truth.

"I'se wanted tah see what ya were really doin' up here," he replied defensively. "Ya an' Jacky-boy aren't dah closest o' friends." He did have a point. Jack and I aren't really that close. Were friends- don't get me wrong- we just aren't the best of friends. It's more of a leader and newsie relationship instead of a friend and a friend relationship.

"I'se," I paused. He got me trapped! Just by what he said, so either way I have to tell him something. The leader must have noticed my hesitation because he had that infamous smirk plastered on his face. "What?"

"Nothin'. Continue," and he made a motion with his hand as he said that.

"I'se was just up here tah get away from everythin'. Too many people down there," I replied casually as if nothing was on my mind. But in all reality, my mind was flooded with thoughts. Thoughts of when to tell him and everyone else. Thoughts of how they're going to take it when they do find out. Even thoughts of Jack being okay. I really hope he will be. The guys wouldn't know what to do with out him.

I couldn't tell if Spot believed what I said or not. He had the most unreadable expression on his face and I don't know if I liked it. That expression then turned to his infamous smirk, yet again. What is going on? One minute he has a questionable look on his face and the next its some smirk. What is going on in that Brooklyn head of his?

"Really?" he asked, eyebrows raised and smirk still showing.

"Yeah, dat an' I'se tired. I'se was plannin' on takin' a nap," I hate lying, but I was tired and I did feel like taking a nap. So I guess it wasn't a total lie.

"Too tired foah dis?" he questioned coming over to me. When he finally stood in front of me he bent down and kissed me, passionately. That was unexpected! Gladly accepted, but unexpected. I returned the kiss just as passionately, wrapping my arms around his neck. This put Spot in a bad position. He was standing and I was sitting on the bunk Jack lay on. At any second he could loose his balance and fall, making us both land on the resting Jack.

So to make things easier, for the both of us, I stood up. As I stood up he pulled me closer by snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me towards him. It was a full-blown make out session! The Brooklyn leader decided that he didn't want to stand anymore, so he lulled me onto the bottom bunk of the bunk he had been leaning on. And things got a 'little' heated.

I woke up to the soft sound of Spot's breathing and smiled at how peaceful he looked when he slept. Wait a minute! Why am I lying in a bunk with Spot and why is it so cold? I glanced down. Oh God. But all I could do was smile. Everything had happened so fast. It was like a spur of the moment type thing, in the evening.

The room was darker than it was before. The sun must have already set. Looking around to make sure no one was in the bunkroom, I quickly got out from under Spot's arm that had been wrapped around my torso and got dressed. And when I say quickly, I mean I was up and dressed in 25 seconds flat, if even that. After I was dressed, my eyes went straight to Spot's sleeping form. He must have been a hard sleeper because he didn't even flinch when I moved his arm. I wonder how he got up so early and was able to lead a whole pack of boys.

But, then my eyes moved from Spot's sleeping form to Jack's moving one. He was turned on his side and facing the other way but I could tell that he was awake. "J- Jack?" I studdered. I was afraid he had seen something or even the whole thing. When this all happened, I was even thinking of how Jack was lying in the bed next to us! I was too caught up in the moment.

"Hmm..?" Was his reply. Shit, he was up! He didn't move from his position, so I decided to walk over to that side of his bunk with full hesitation.

"How are ya feelin'?" I asked hoping to get him to talking about something other than what happened. Maybe he just woke up.

"I'se been bettah," He paused and position himself to a sitting position, wincing the whole way up. "But, I'se see you'se are feelin' great." He said with a steady monotone voice, but still had a grin formed from his lips. I blushed. But, then that turned into worry. "What's wrong?"

"Did ya, well did ya-"

"See anythin'? No, I'se didn't," he said with a chuckle. "An' I'se glad dat I'se didn't."

"Should I'se take dat as a compliment or an insult?" I asked with a false expression of hurt on my face. He decided not to answer that. "HEY!" I basically shouted, playfully punching him in the shoulder. And with that action, he winced. "Oh! I'se sorry! I'se forgot, are ya ok?"

"Shh, don't wanna wake Spot. An' ya I'se fine. What time is it?"

I searched for a clock as quickly as I could. Finally, I found one across the room and it read 8:31. "8:31. Are ya hungry?" I questioned more in a whisper this time. He nodded a yes. "I'se will be right back! Da usual?" I half shouted as I started to sprint down the stairs and out the door to Tibby's. All the newsies were still there, well most anyway. But they would be leaving any minute, so I ran as fast as I could, hopefully to catch one on the way.