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After a few more hours of chatting with Scout and Jack, Spot and I departed for Brooklyn. It was good to have Spot and Scout talking again, I mean, they are siblings.

I wish I had a sibling; well, I did…but…

I tore my thoughts away from Sam as we made our way back to Wades'. Many of the boys were done now, and were sitting around the house, finding their own entertainment.

One of the younger boys begged for the older ones to let him play a game of poker, but they wouldn't let him.

"It's okay Owl," I said, smiling at his nickname. "You and I can play a game of cards later on tonight." The young nine-year-old grinned and blushed.

"Okay," he nodded. The boys named him Owl because of his big, brown eyes; they were gorgeous! I then watched Spot walk up the stairs and into his room, not even sparing anyone a glance.

I raised my eyebrows and decided to follow him. I walked up the stairs and to Spot's room. I didn't feel like knocking, so I just opened the door.

"Spot?" I said, walking in. Spot turned around from the window and gave me a questioning look. Okay, something was wrong.

"What's bothering you?" I asked, sitting on his bed. Spot resumed looking out the window.

"Nothin," he said carelessly. I pushed the hair out of my eyes and picked up the book on his nightstand. I opened it and flipped through the pages. I then shrugged and set it back down onto the nightstand and picked up Spot's slingshot.

"Teach me," I said out of the blue. Spot turned around and leaned against the windowsill.

"Teach ya what?" he asked. I held up the slingshot,

"How to use one of these things." Spot smirked and shoved his hands into is pockets.

"Alright," he said, "but ya gotta have good aim." I smiled and pulled on the rubber band part of the slingshot. I then let it go and it snapped in the air. I shrugged and laid it back down on the nightstand.

"When can I learn?" I asked, lying down on his bed and closing my eyes.

"Soon," Spot replied before I fell asleep.

A small, two year old boy crawled through the house, the little curly haired girl following him. The baby bumped its bald head against the table and began to cry.

"Uh-oh, Daddy!" the little girl called. "Daddy, mommy, come quick!" The handsome man ran into the room and scooped the baby up into his arms, trying to sooth his baby. A blonde woman then entered the room, wiping her hands on a towel.

"Aw, what happened?" she asked, taking the boy and slightly bouncing him up and down.

"He hit his head," the little girl said, wrapping her arms around her father's leg. The mother kissed her son's head and smiled down at him. "Daddy, I wanna go outside to watch the newsies!"

"Not right now, go wash up," the little girl's father said. The little girl sighed and walked off.

The woman looked so familiar...who could she be? She turned around and walked back into the kitchen, carrying her son with her.

Audience P.O.V

Spot walked downstairs after Sage fell asleep, wanting to leave her alone. He found a couple of his newsies playing poker, and soon joined in.

Spot could feel someone's eyes on him, and looked over near the corner of the room to see Art, sending him dirty looks.

Spot raised his eyebrows and laid down his cards.

"Somethin wrong, Gregory?" he asked Art. Art made a face at hearing his first name.

"As a matter of face there is, Brandon," Art shot back. Spot got to his feet, eyes blazing with fire. He stormed over to Art.

"Well, den what's wrong?" he asked in a vicious voice. Art turned around and walked into the foyer, leaving Spot. "Hey, I'm talkin ta youse!" Spot ran after Art and grabbed his arm firmly, pulling him around. Art took this chance and shoved Spot away from him.

"Youse is a backstabber!" he screamed. Spot growled,

"What in da hell is youse talkin 'bout?"

"Youse knew I liked Sage!"

"Yeah, and it didn't woik out!" Spot shouted, keeping his voice low enough so he didn't wake his girl.

"Youse only wanna be with 'er 'cause she's innocent! Youse always have ta take what we want! She deserves better den you!" Spot narrowed his eyes.

"Apparently youse know nothin of Sage, 'cause if youse did den you'll know dat we is close."

"Well youse got too close, Conlon!" Spot shook his head and turned around to leave, but Art turned him back around and brought his fist to Spot's jaw. Spot stumbled backwards into the wall. Without warning he threw his own punch at Art, and in no time a fight broke loose.

"Youse'll only hoit 'er!" Art said, trying to dodge Spot's punch.

"I ain't ever hoit 'er on purpose!" Spot yelled back, catching Art's fist.

"Youse knew I loved 'er!" Spot growled,

"Youse don't know what love is!"

"No, youse don't know what it is!" Art yelled.

"Yeah I do, love is asleep in my room right now!" Spot yelled back. Art flinched at his words, but soon got over it and tried to kick Spot.

"All youse wanna do is sleep with 'er, and den you'll act like she didn't exist!"

"She exist to me more den you'll ever know!" Now most of the newsies were watching the fight with interest, cheering.

"Youse stole 'er from me!"

"She didn't want youse!"

Normal P.O.V

I opened my eyes as the screaming outside of Spot's room increased. I blinked my eyes a few times before rising from the bed. Spot wasn't in the room, so I figured he was probably downstairs.

I walked out of the room and stopped as I heard cheering and screaming. I walked to the stairs, and stared down at the two fighting newsies.

One was Art and the other was…Spot?

"Oh my God!" I said, running down the steps and pushing the newsies out of my way.

"Stop it, stop it right now!" I shouted, holding onto Spot's arm before he had the chance to punch Art. Spot looked down at me with surprise, but lowered his arm.

"Sage," Art and Spot said in unison.

"What in the hell is going on here?" I asked, stepping in between the two. All of the newsies gave each other glances as Spot and Art stayed silent. "Well?"

"Jus' a disagreement," Spot said.

"No, I want the truth!" I demanded.

"Youse pick," Art said suddenly.

"Pick what?" I asked in annoyance.

"Youse pick which one of us youse wanna be with?" he asked. I looked at Art as if he had lost his mind. I looked from Art to Spot, who was also looking at Art weirdly.

"Wait, you want me to pick whose girl I want to be?" I asked. Art nodded, and Spot sighed in frustration.

"Dumbass," he said under his breath. Wow, they're fighting over me. I laughed slightly, making everyone give me odd looks.

"Art, I already told you no," I said. "And…I told Spot yes. So chances are I'm going to pick him," I said. Spot smirked in triumph.

"B-but…why would youse choose him? He ain't gonna treat ya right." I glanced up at Spot who crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Art.

"There are just some things that you wouldn't understand." I then turned around and grabbed Spot's hand, dragging him upstairs. The boys began to talk amongst themselves as I made Spot sit on his bed. I dabbed at the blood on the side of his lip with a cloth. Spot relaxed at my touch.

"Fighting won't solve anything," I said, cleaning his other scratches. Spot shrugged,

"Told ya I can't hold in my anger." I laughed as I threw the cloth away and kissed Spot's cheek.

"You and Scout are so much alike," I said, standing up and staring down at him.

"Yeah, I guess we are," Spot said. He stretched out on his bed and put his arms behind his head. It was dark outside, and I figured it was getting late.

"Well, I guess I better go to sleep," I said, standing up to leave.

"No," Spot said, sitting up. "Stay in here with me." I laughed,

"What, scared of the dark?"

"Oh yeah, its very frightening." I laughed once more,

"Sorry, you have to face your fears," I said, smiling. Spot gave a defeated sigh and pushed his bangs out of his eyes.

"Okay, but da monsters are gonna eat me." I shrugged,

"Too bad for you." I walked for the door and said goodnight before leaving. Once my head hit the pillow I was asleep.

"Aw, daddy do I have to?" the little girl asked staring up at the school building.

"Yeah, you do. C'mon sweetheart." Her father escorted her inside and said his goodbyes before returning back to his house where his wife and child wait.

"Your brother-in-law just came by," his wife said as she lifted up a few boxes and sat them on the table. The man wrinkled his eyebrows,

"What for?" His wife picked up an envelope from table and held it out to him.

"He brought this by." The man took the envelope and opened it, scanning over the leader.

"It's a letter from my sistah."

"Really? Why doesn't she just walk over here and talk to you?" the woman asked, walking over to her husband and peering over his shoulder at the letter.

"Dunno," he said, glancing at her. "It doesn't say much, jus' a few things here and there." He folded the letter back up and placed it back down onto the table. He turned to his wife and gave her a sweet kiss.

"C'mon, Sage," he said, taking her hand and escorting her out the door.

Next Chapter: Scout brings over a new newsy to the Brooklyn Lodging House.

Author note: Hope you guys liked it! LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE!