Author note: -Ahem- I appreciate your curious question about my story, but I will not answer them. Why? You ask. Well, because my story shall remain a mystery, and you must find out.

Anyways, here's this chapter. Thanks for reviewing!

Spot and I sat in the Brooklyn Lodging House, listening to the sound of fussing newsies.

"So," I started, shuffling the cards that lay on the table. "What's up with you?" Spot gave me a confused glance as I dealed some cards.

"What do youse mean?" he asked, picking up his cards and examining them. He sat across from me, smirking down at his hand.

"Why have you been acting so strange?"

"Dat doesn't concoin youse!" I sent him a glare and laid one of my cards down on the table.

"Are you sure about that?" Spot laid one of his cards down to reveal a king. He took his king and my ten and placed it beside him on the table.

"Well, youse have nothin to do with me life, so yeah, I'm sure." I rolled my eyes and laid down a queen. Spot sighed and put down a jack, and I happily took them.

"Youse do know we is playin dis wrong, right?" I smiled and nodded.

"If we played by the rules then you'd lose," I told him, giving him a grin. Spot sent me a challenging stare.

"Okay, if youse win den I'll tell youse da truth-"

"And if you win then I won't bug you about it anymore," I interrupted; afraid of what he's come up with if I lost. Spot smirked and outstretched his arm to me. I took his hand in mine, and the deal was made.

I redealed the cards and explained the rules for no reason. Spot stared down at his cards, and sent me a strange look. The two of us instantly slapped our cards face down on the table and then turned them over to see who had the stronger card. I revealed a one and Spot turned over a nine.

I smiled to myself, proud that Spot didn't instantly see my trick. I was surprised actually; the great Spot Conlon has a weakness with playing cards.

The game was inches away from ending, and Spot was losing terribly. He finally realized my little trick, but it was too late.

"Yes!" I cheered, grinning over at Spot. "I won, now you have to tell me your secret!" Spot rolled his eyes as I gathered up the cards and placed them in a neat pile.

"Youse know I could jus' lie," Spot said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, I know. But I trust you to keep a deal." Spot nodded and rose from his chair, taking a seat beside me.

"Youse have to promise me dat youse won't tell anyone…"

"I promise," I said, holding up my hands to show that my fingers weren't crossed. Spot glanced nervously around the room, and then leaned closer to me.

"It's 'bout Scout," he started. "She's not my cousin…" I stared oddly at the Brooklyn leader.

"She's me sistah." My eyes grew wide as I leaned away from him, placing a hand over my mouth.

"What?" I said, trying to read his eyes for any sign of lying. I could see that he was telling the truth.

"Why don't you tell her?" I asked, wondering if she already knew.

"I can't tell 'er! Dat would put 'er in too much danger if everyone found out she was my sistah! It's bad enough dey think she's me cousin…an' I don' want ta scare 'er."

"But-"

"No! Promise me once more dat youse won't tell!"

"Spot, I-"

"Promise me!" I looked away from his eyes,

"Alright, I promise…" Spot sighed and nodded, looking down at the deck of cards.

"Good," he said.

"Hey, everyone!" came Tick's voice. He said something to the other newsies, and then ran into the room Spot and I were in. The two of us turned to the newsy.

"Great news!" Tick said, grinning wildly at us. "Medda jus' announced a dance at 'er place tomorrow night!" Spot shook his head and sighed in frustration.

"Really?" I said, a little too girly.

"Yeah! Isn't it great?" I smiled and glanced over at Spot who was looking down at the floor. Tick turned on his heel and sprinted away, leaving an awkward feeling between Spot and I.

"So, can we go?" I asked. Spot cocked an eyebrow.

"Doesn't matter ta me. I'm goin, so I'm pretty sure everyone else will." I nodded, and opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by a voice.

"Miss Matthews." A flower instantly appeared in front of my face, and I took it.

"Hello, Art," I said, smiling up at him. Art bowed,

"I would be honored ta take youse to da dance," he said, blushing slightly. I glanced over at Spot to see had a look of irritation.

"Sure," I said, shrugging my shoulders. Art grinned and gently pecked my cheek, making the both of us blush.

"Get a room!" Spot said, walking out of the room and stomping upstairs. Art chuckled as I shook my head in annoyance.

"Well, I guess I'll see youse later," he said, walking backwards. I smiled and nodded,

"You will."

Manhattan Lodging House

Scout was looking over Jack's shoulder at his deck of cards.

"Full house," Scout muttered in his ear, causing him to jump. Jack studied his cards and grinned widely.

"Full house, fellas! Cough up da dough!" Scout slapped her forehead with her palm.

"Dey is called chips, idiot!"

"I knew dat," Jack said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Heya Scout," came a voice from across the room.

"Hey, Race," Scout replied, waving slightly. Race approached her with a grin.

"So, youse got someone ta go with to da dance?" he asked her, glancing around the room.

"No," Scout said, raising her eyebrows.

"So, how 'bout youse go with me?" Scout smiled,

"Sure." Racetrack grinned and began to walk away backwards.

"Okay, I'll see youse later." He then turned around and walked away, dancing slightly.

Jack glared at Race's back and turned to Scout.

"Uh, youse coulda done better den him," he said. Scout shrugged her shoulders,

"Nah, I like Race. He's sweet." Jack's eyes flashed with anger as he turned away and continued to play poker with the boys. Scout smiled to herself and walked away, whistling a tune.

Normal P.O.V

I stood in the girl's bunk room and examined the dresses that hung in the closet. There wasn't much to choose from, since there were barely any formal outfits. I pushed some dresses aside and stared at the beautiful, white silky dress before me. I pulled it out gently and carried it to the washroom.

It fit perfect, but it hid my feet completely. It reminded me so much of a wedding dress. Actually, it looked a lot like my mother's wedding dress. I examined myself in front of the full length mirror, and notice that if I did a few things with my hair then I could pass as my mother with blonde hair.

The dress squeezed my hips, but instead of keeping its narrow feature it opened out as it went down. I've never really seen a dress like this, even if it did look a little like my mother's, it wasn't exactly the same. The straps were thin and hung on my shoulders.

I pulled the dress up slightly and peered down at my bare feet. I didn't have any nice shoes to wear. The beautiful dress wouldn't match my black shoes, and I wasn't about to ruin the beauty of it just because I didn't have a decent pair of shoes.

I walked back into my room and searched the closet. I bent down and the dress flowed over my knees, and I could actually see my feet a little. I laughed to myself and pulled out a pair of shoes that looked as if they would match. And match they did. I walked around the room to see if I could walk like this all night tomorrow, and it didn't seem too bad.

The skirt part of my dress was heavy, and I had to hold it up so it wouldn't drag on the floor and get dirty. I felt like a princess; all I needed was a tiara. I returned the dress to the closet and put the shoes back, keeping them safe until tomorrow night.

I heard a soft knock at the door, and opened it slightly, peering out.

"Oh, hey Splinter," I said, flashing him a genuine smile. Splinter returned the kindness with his own smile.

"Hey, Sage, I was jus' wonderin if youse had someone to goes with to tha dance…"

"Oh…I'm sorry, Art asked me right after I heard the news and I said yes," I told him, feeling a bit bad.

"Oh, well I guess I can't argue with dat," he said with a fake laugh. "I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if anudder boy asked youse to da dance." He rubbed the back of his head.

"Sorry, Splinter. I would've loved to go with you, but Art did ask first."

"I understand." He smiled one last time and walked down the hall, muttering random words to himself. I laughed and shut the door, collapsing on my bed. My eyes danced around the room, excitement about the dance coursing through my veins. I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I turned over on my side and stared at the wall. I was nearly asleep until I heard a loud knock on the door.

"Hey Sage, youse dead in there or what?" I heard Scout's voice. I immediately jolted out of bed and swung open the door.

"Heya Scout!" I said, hugging her tightly.

"Whoa, what's got youse so chipper?" she asked, pulling out of my hug.

"Well, I'm going to the dance with one of Brooklyn's most handsome newsies," I said, pulling her into the room and shutting the door.

"Well, I ain't gonna guess who it is, so spit it out!" I grinned widely,

"Art," I said. Scout nodded in approval,

"What 'bout Spot?" she asked. I raised my eyebrow,

"What about him?"

"He didn't ask youse?" Scout asked.

"No, why would he?" Scout shrugged her shoulders and sat on one of the beds,

"I dunno, I thought youse two would make a good couple." I sent her a glare and leaned against the door, crossing my arms over my chest.

"So who are you going with?" Scout grinned and laid back on the bed, pulling an apple out of her pocket and throwing it up and down.

"Racetrack."

"Really? Wow. He's kind of attractive," I said, trying to remember what the hell he looked like.

"He's da short one who plays poker too much," Scout said, reading my thoughts.

"Oh," I said, laughing slightly.

"Jack didn't ask you?" Scout sent me an odd glance and bit into the apple.

"No. Was he supposed to?" I shrugged my shoulders, and pushed some strands of my hair behind my ear.

"I thought you two would make a good couple." Scout laughed and threw her apple back up into the air and catching it in one hand.

"Nah, Jack and I aren't a match made in heaven," she said.

"So?"

"So we's don't belong together." I frowned and looked down at my feet.

"So, youse comin ta Manhattan tomorrow before da dance, right?" Scout asked, looking over at me.

"Definitely," I said. The door behind me then swung open and I went flying to the floor with a loud "oof!"

"Holy hell!" Scout said, jumping to her feet and running over to me. Spot stood in the doorway and laughed.

"You idiot!" I hissed. Scout pulled me to my feet and glared at Spot.

"Well youse shouldn't be leanin against da door," Spot said, staring at me oddly.

"What do you want?" I asked rudely.

"Jus' comin ta see if youse were hungry," Spot said, irritation in his voice.

"Yes!" I said, not remembering the last time I ate. Scout and Spot both laughed as the three of us headed downstairs, an awkward silence overcoming us.

Next Chapter: The dance has everybody in a frenzy. Boys without dates, girls without proper dresses. What is happening? Sage decides to head over to Manhattan to get ready with Scout. Whoa, Scout wearing a dress?

Art is the proper and romantic guy, but why does Sage feel so sorry for Splinter? What happens when Jack admits his feelings to Scout? And whoa, what is this? Is Spot actually getting ready to kiss Sage?...

Author note: Blah blah blah, this would've been out earlier but I couldn't get on the computer. So…yeah.