It's been around a week since I last updated, uh, I think! Sorry guys! Here's another chap.for you, that hopefully starts to fit some of the puzzle of this story together for everyone!

Chap. 6

"I haven't sold 1 pape," I whined to Jack, while he was giving another paper to a businessman. "and you still haven't told me what that boy's name is."

He sighed, wiped his brow, and said, "Alright, let's take a break."

"You're avoiding what I'm saying, again!" I griped.

Jack held up his hands, "Hey, don't start wit me." Then he started to walk toward the place where we had eaten the night before, Tibby's.

"Fine," I said, deciding to give up for now, "just tell me how you can sell so many papes?" Even if I didn't know how long I was going to be staying in New York, I did want to know how to sell papers.

"All ya got ta do is lie." He said nonchalantly.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "Lie? I've never had to lie before!" Jack gave me a disbelieving look, "Ok, that I can remember at least."

"Now ya startin' ta sound like da walkin' mouth."

"The what?"

"Ah right, ya haven't met Davey yet. He wasn't at da restaurant yesterday, was he? Anyway, David said dat same thing when he started sellin' papes."

We stepped into the restaurant that was already full of newsies. Most of them were gathered around tables, but some were acting wild in the booths. Racetrack was the first one to spot us walk through the doors.

"Look who's here!" He flailed his arms in the air to try and get our attention, as if we couldn't hear or see him above everyone else.

"Hiya Race." Jack said, as he settled down at their table.

I awkwardly stood there, trying to decide if I should sit with Jack, or leave him alone. I chose the latter, because Jack seemed like he was annoyed at me, though I had done nothing wrong whatsoever. That I could tell of, at least. I searched for somewhere to sit away from Jack and some of the others, and saw an open booth. I quickly slid into it and noticed that Mush was sitting across from me. There were two other boys, one with curly brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes sitting next to me, and the other with an eye patch over one eye and sandy blonde hair across from me. Mush looked up from his food and seemed surprised to see me.

"I thought dat you would be…uh…not here dis afternoon."

"And why wouldn't I be?" I said suspiciously, trying to piece together why he would think that I wouldn't be back this afternoon.

After a long pause, the boy with curly hair said, "I think he just thought that you would be busy selling you papers. With this being your first day and all."

Considering how he butted in the conversation without even introducing himself, I thought I would take a wild guess. "Let's see, you must be the walking mouth."

He looked appalled that someone, let alone a girl, would say something like that to him. The glanced over to the boy with the eye patch to see what he was doing, and he seemed to be finding something very interesting in his food.

"I'm not a walking mouth. Right? Right?" the boy said looking around for reassurance.

"Well, ya kinda are, Davey." Mush said, looked amused at the conversation.

"You aren't that bad of a walking mouth, don't worry." I looked sidways at David and we grinned at each other. I then said, "Nice to meet you, David. I'm Jessie."

At that, the boy with the eye patch looked up in surprise. There was something about him that I just couldn't place. We must've been staring at each other, because David waved his hand in front of my face and glanced from me to the eye patch boy.

"Dis is Kid Blink, but we sometimes just call him Blink."

"Pleasure to meet you, Blink." That's when realization hit me. This was the same Blink that the others had been talking about earlier today. He must've gotten back from Brooklyn and came here.

He kept staring at me, as if in disbelief about something or other. I stuck out my hand for him to shake, which seemed to make him mad. He stood up and stormed out of the restaurant. When I stood up to go after him, Mush grabbed a hold of my arm.

"Just let him cool off a little." David said.

"Are you sure that he's not related to Skittery? Geez!" We all laughed and continued on with our lunch. I slouched down into my seat, still a little disappointed at how lunch had gone.

Yea, yea, kinda cheesy last line, but I felt that a tinsy bit of comic relief was needed. Hope you all got it...

Today I was sick w/ stomach flu, which is always just so much fun (get the sarcasm?) ugh... reviews always cheer me up, though!

-Sweets