This chapter might be lame, but I like it. Haha, I know I'm a loser but it's kinda fun.

Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been sick all weekend, but I'm better now! I know you are all cheering and running victory laps. Actually you are not but Ican pretend.

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"Youse look … amazing." Spot said. He couldn't get over it. He always knew Claire was pretty, but he'd never seen her like this. Some of her dark red hair was hidden beneath a red and white hat and the rest hung over her shoulders in soft curls. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and her smile was wide.

"So do you." She said. He really did look great. Somewhere and somehow he had managed to find a tuxedo. "We must be going somewhere really nice."

"Yeah, it's nice. Come one, I've got a carriage waiting out side." He told her and took her hand, leading her down the stairs.

"A carriage?" The last time she has been in a carriage was when her family was still in one piece.

"What can I say? Ise got connections." He said smoothly. Spot really had put a lot of effort into putting this night together. Claire's happiness was important to him, and he wasn't afraid to impress her. "Your coach, m'lady." He helped her up into the carriage, acting more like a knight than a newsie, which made Claire giggle.

They talked the whole ride to wherever they were going. Spot wrapped his arms around her waist. Thousands of butterflies seemed to take flight in Claire's stomach when he kissed her neck. It tickled and the only thing that kept her from laughing out loud was that his lips had made their way up to hers. The kiss was soft at first, but they deepened it gradually. It was perfect, passionate and romantic, exactly how a kiss should be.

The carriage lurched to a stop and Claire almost fell off the seat. "Youse alright?" Spot asked after catching her. They both laughed while Claire nodded her head.

"Oh my goodness, Spot!" Claire looked up at the sign above the restaurant. "Le Cirque?"

"Yeah, I know, I'm good." He said casually, holding the door for her. She was still smiling so he figured he was still being a good date. They walked into a brightly lit entry way wear a man with his nose held high in the air met them.

"Do you have a reservation?" He was so stuck up, Spot just wanted to hit him.

"Whadaya think? 'Course we got a reservation. Conlon, ya know, Spot Conlon." Unfortunately, his arrogance and volume was going to have a consequence. Someone, not so far away had heard him and looked up. That someone was very unhappy with what he saw because what he saw was the girl he was infatuated with in the arms of some street rat from Brooklyn. Someone went to stand up but, his mother wouldn't let him. Mrs. Pulitzer didn't want her son to disgrace himself.

It was also very unfortunate that Spot and Claire were seated at a table adjacent to the Pulitzers' where Joe would see everything that happened that evening and they would not notice him. In the dimmer dining room Claire and Spot enjoyed each others' company. Every time Claire laughed or the boy touched her hand, Pulitzer felt his being fueled more and more.

The night was going perfect. Spot knew one of the waiters who had been a newsie so everything was free. After the dinner that should have been and seemed perfect he and Claire went for a walk in Central Park. They still didn't know they were being followed. When they settled down on a bench by the pond, a wreathing Pulitzer sat in a bush watching them cuddle and kiss. He wanted to kill him, whoever he was. When the couple headed towards in the direction of the apartment the shop lady had told him about earlier that day, Pulitzer went home sulking and brooding about how to handle the situation at hand.

"Vvvvr." Claire shivered as snow started to fall. Spot wrapped his arms around her and they came to a stop about a block away from Claire's apartment. He held her close and she said, "I love snow."

"You love everything."

"Well maybe not everything," Pulitzer came to mind but she pushed his image away, not letting the thought of him ruin a perfect moment, "but if there is one thing I do love, it's you Spot Conlon."

"I love you too." was all he said before lifting her up off the ground and kissing her.