Chapter 3

A month went by and Kate was becoming a great newsie. She and Spot had become best friends. Everyday after selling all his morning papers, Spot would go to the lodging house where he and Kate would talk about things like politics. Then they would go and sell the afternoon edition. Everyday they fell further in love with each other but they wouldn't admit it to each other let alone themselves. Kate convinced herself that she was too young to be in love and she was too afraid of getting hurt. Spot had convinced himself that he wasn't in love. He was the great Spot Conlon and the great Spot Conlon did not fall in love. He also had a reputation to uphold. But whenever they saw the other talking to someone they would always feel a pang of jealousy. One day as Spot was walking to the lodging house, he decided he couldn't convince himself anymore that he didn't love her. He just didn't know how she felt about him or how to bring it up.

Kate sat on an extra bunk on the third floor waiting for Spot to come back. She thought about her few months as a newsie. Spot had been so kind to her. She had to admit that she had fallen head over heels in love with him despite what other's had told her. She just didn't know how he felt about her or even how to bring up the subject. She knew she should tell Spot her past but she just didn't know when the right time to tell him was. She was ripped from her thoughts when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. When Spot walked through the door, she couldn't help but stare at him. A couple of strands of hair fell in his crystal blue eyes as he turned his head toward her. He ran his fingers through his blonde brown hair. He is so adorable. She thought as she watched him walk over and sit down next to her. Neither of them could think of what to say.

"How are the headlines?" Kate asked thinking of nothing else to say.

"They were pretty good. How did you sleep last night?"

"Good."

"Have any nightmares lately?"

"No."

"That's good."

Kate started to think about what had happened that night but she decided to tell him about it later.

"Why won't you go to Manhattan?" Spot asked suddenly. It had been on Spot's mind for a while and he had decided to ask.

"It's a personal choice." Kate replied.

"Are you afraid of somethin' over there?"

"Why do you care?"

"Well, your family's probably really worried about ya. Did someone in your family hurt ya?"

"I told my family not to worry about me. I love them all very much. No one in my family hurt me. Something happened to me over there and I promised myself that I wouldn't go over there."

"What happened?"

"I don't wanna talk about it. We should go. As you said yourself the papes don't sell themselves."

"Fine have it your way. Let's go then."

After they had gotten their papers, they started to walk in the opposite direction than they normally took.

"Where are we going?" Kate asked confused.

"A different sellin' spot. Gotta change every now and then."

As they walked they talked about various things. Spot tried to keep her mind off of where they were going. Kate was so into the conversation that she didn't notice that they had walked over the Brooklyn Bridge and over into Manhattan.

AN: Well, here's chapter number 3. I hope you like the changes that I've made and don't forget to review.