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Junie & Kim - what can I say to you two? Kim, thanks for writing a story and inspiring me to write one, too! June, you have been helping me get new ideas for my story and truely make it a whole lot better! haha, got some ideas during meaps! half pint! haha maybe a character for you? Love you both bunches!

The next morning I woke up rejuvenated and ready for the day. Jack wasn't in bed with me when I woke up so I didn't worry about waking him up. I saw him talking to Scott in hushed voices and decided to listen in.

"I jus hope dat dey don' do it soon. Dey's too young," Scott said and I saw Jack nod.

"Yer right. I hope dat dey don' eidda," Jack said and then sighed.

"Ah ya alright, Jack? Ya seem kinda down," Scott placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, Bai and I were kinda talking bout Sarah las night."

"An'?"

"An' I shouldn't ah started ta talk bout it! I thought she wanted ta, but she didn't. I'ma idiot cause I mighta jus ruined da best relationship I eva had."

"Ye didn't ruin nothin', Jack," I said coming into the room. They both jumped up from the bunkbed.

"How much did ya hea, Bai?" scott asked.

"Enough," I replied shortly, before going up to Jack. "Youse were right when ya wanted ta talk bout it. Id was jus weird, ya know?"

"Yea," he said, unsure. "Ah ya shoah dat ya ain't still mad at me?"

I put on a fake smile. "I'se shoah, Jack." Of course I was still mad! Who wants to know about there boyfriend's ex!

He pulled me into a hug and I returned it. I remembered that I hadn't asked what they were talking about before so I decided to try something to get it out of Scott... "Hey, Scott?"

"Yea?"

"You gave Spot permission to ask Ang, right?"

"Yea, ya know I did. I am da- wait a second! You lil vixen! Youse have been listenin' fer a while! Youse ah terrible!"

"I knew that's what it was! I can't wait ta talk wid Ang!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, no ya don't! She don't know dat ya know so ya can't tell her ya know, ya know?"

"Oh, she dont' gotta know dat I know until I tell her you know dat I know, 'kay?"

"I'se just so confused right now," Jack said and I giggled.

"Don' worry bout it, Jackey boy. An' Scott, she's me sista and she'd tell me anyway, so don' worry bout it."

"Fine, I'se going back inside. See ya," Scott said.

"Listen, Bai. I wanna talk wid Spot, so kin you take Ang ahead wid you and let us talk alone?" Jack asked and I nodded. Angel and Spot came out of the lodging house minutes later. "Whudd took ye so long?" Jack ordered when they came outside.

"Sorry, Spot had a hard time getttin up," Angel smirked.

"We'd betta get goin er else we ain't gonna get any papes," I turned walking away.

"Wait up!" I heard Angel yell and she ran after me. "Whudd's wrong wit youse?"

"Nuttin, Jack wanned te talk te Spot alone so I figurahed you'd follow me if I ran off," I explained and smirked.

"Do ya know whudd dey ah talkin bout?" she asked, practically bouncing.

"Bout youse two gettin hitched," I joked and she blushed. "So it is true! I had me doubts gettin' da info from Scott."

"Well yer not supposed te know. No one is, 'cept fer me, Spot, and Scott."

"Well I kinda found out cuz I dragged it outta Scott," I confessed. "When is it?"

"We ain't surre but we ain't doin it till afta oua fatha leaves. We ain't planning on telling no one till he leaves eida. We really haven't talked bout when it's gonna be cept its not anytime soon."

"He can't afford te get ye a ring so is he gonna wait till he can afford one?"

"I don need a ring." she said confidently.

"Whudd!" Spot yelled and we both turned to face him.

"Whudds wrong Spot?" Angel had concern in her eyes.

"Nuttin, it's nuttin important," he answered shortly.

"Ye surre?" she pressed.

"Yea it's ok. Don't worry bout it."

"Listen te im. C'mon, let's let em talk. I think I gots an idea bout whudd derre talking bout," I saw the far off look in Spot's eyes and decided to help him out.

"Whudd dye think derre talking bout?" she asked and I gave her a look before answering.

"Hello! Think! Whudd have ye been talking bout fer de last few days?"

"You mean just de thing me an Spot was talkin bout since last night," she corrected.

I laughed. "Dat too."

"I don' think we should be talkin' bout it. Me an Spot should talk bout it foist."

"Well, it's just me! An' anyways, I think derre talkin bout it! Youse ah allowed te talk bout it, too," I pushed.

"But I dunno if I wanna talk bout it. When eva I think bout it I get noives," she said, turning slightly pale.

"Oh well why didn't ye just say so. Besides I think I would be noives too gettin married so soon!" I said and she was getting even more pale.

"I really don't wanna hea dat right now."

"Chill, yer gonna be fine. Ye really love im right? If ye do, you'll be fine. He won't let anything happen te you," I put an arm around her shoulder.

"I know dat! I just can't help but think mebe its just dat I ain't ready te get hitched."

"It'll be ok. Yer gonna be fine. C'mon lets just get our papes," I pulled her into the distrubution center and into line, right behind Sketch.

"Whudds new?" Sketch asked.

"Nuttin really, how bout you?" Ang asked.

"I got meself a goil," he stated with a stupid grin.

I scoffed lightly to myself. "Really? Who?" I asked and whispered to Ang, "I think he's lyin."

"Ye don know her. She's a newsie from de Bronx." he smiled.

"Really?" Angel raised an eyebrow.

"Well I gotta get goin. We're supposed te meet tageda lata."

"Where?" I asked him suspiciously.

"I ain't tellin!" he laughed and walked off to sell his papes.

"Typical!" Angel sighed and we got our papes, heading off to sell.

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