Disclaimer: I do not own newsies. Busy Body, Books, Chattah, and Martini belong to themselves. I own Bookie, Wheeler, and Saphire.

            They were all on the lake relaxing in their boats, when Busy came up with an idea.

            "Hey everyone," Busy cried. " Why don't we have a race?"

            "Good idea!" Dutchy replied.

            Soon everyone was lined up, and Spot was about to count down to start the race.

            "5, 4, 3, 2," he paused for a moment. "1!"

            The race was quick but challenging. It all came down to Chattah and Spot, and Blink and Martini. In the end, Spot and Chattah won with Blink and Martini in a close second, Busy and Jack in third, Books and Dutchy in fourth, and Bookie and Racetrack in dead last.

            "Oh well," Bookie said with a sigh. "Better luck next time."

            Racetrack wanted her to feel better, so he decided to ask her out. He stood up a little as he did it.

            "Bookie my dear, will you go out with me?" he said as the boat was shaking violently.

            "I would love…" But Bookie was cut off because the boat had tipped over.

            Nobody had been paying attention to Racetrack and Bookie, but when they heard the huge splash, they all turned around.

            "What happened?" Books asked as Bookie and Racetrack surfaced.

            "Well you see," Bookie started. "This fine young gentleman was asking me out, but then the boat tipped over."

            "Anyone care for a swim?" Racetrack asked.

            "I shouldn't," Martini said. "This dress is brand new, and Aunt Medda would kill me if I ruined it."

            "Then take it off!" Bookie exclaimed.

            While Martini had been talking, Bookie had taken off her dress and put it in the boat, revealing her corset. Chattah decided to join them, so she did the same as Bookie, and jumped in. Spot jumped in quickly after. Soon everyone but Martini was in the water. Busy decided that enough was enough, and that she was going to get Martini in the water, one way or another.

            "Oh Martini," Busy said after she had swum over to her boat. "Could you give me a hand?"

            Martini looked a little unsure of the whole idea, but she held out her hand to Busy anyway. Busy grabbed it, but instead of pulling herself up, she pulled Martini into the water. When Martini resurfaced, she looked like she could kill someone, but seconds later, she was laughing hysterically.

            "What's so funny?" Dutchy asked. "You'd think that she'd be mad, not happy, that she was pulled into the water."

            Martini took off her dress, and joined the others in the swim.

            "I feel like a slut in just my corset and underwear." Books said. "But I kinda like it."

            "Oh, speaking of sluts, we kinda have one at the LH," said Chattah. "Her name is Wheeler. She's slept with half the guys in town I bet."

            "She keeps trying to get with me, but she doesn't seem to get the message that I want to have nothing to do with her." Blink said.

            "She had a best friend called Saphire. She tends to steal anything she can get her hands on." Racetrack added.

            "They sound awful," said Martini. "Can't you do anything about it? Why do you let them stay there?"

            "As long as they pay their daily fee, we can't do anything about it." Jack sighed. "So for the moment, they're staying put."

            "Oh well," Bookie said with a smirk. "Tag! You're it Spot!" and she swam away laughing.

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            Wheeler and Saphire were walking through Central Park, going over their plan to leave New York.

            "So," Wheeler asked. "What are we going to do next?"

            To tell the truth, Saphire was the brains behind the operation. Wheeler just went along with her because Saphire was her only friend.

            "Well, tomorrow morning, I'm going to go to the train station and buy our tickets." Saphire replied. "It's easier to hide two tickets instead of a bunch of cash."

            Wheeler lowered her head at that comment. While everyone was sleeping last night, including Saphire, she had taken some of the money the two girls had stolen from Kloppman back. She had felt really bad about stealing it, so once some of it was back, she had felt much better.

            "Hello, are you there?" asked Saphire. "I've been talking to you. Have you heard anything I've said?"

            "I was just thinking," replied Wheeler. "What were you saying?"

            "Well I was just thinking that maybe we should leave earlier than we had planned. I was reading a brochure today, and we could be on a train to Santa Fe in a week. I think that would be much better for us. What do you think?"

            "Well, it seems to me that you have your mind made up." Wheeler sighed. "We leave in a week."

            Once the words were out of Wheeler's mouth, she wished she could take them back. She didn't want to leave New York. It had become her home. Sure Saphire had some sort of relation in Santa Fe, but Wheeler didn't want to go somewhere she didn't know anyone.

            While Wheeler was thinking, Saphire was having some thoughts of her own. Maybe Wheeler wasn't as good of a friend as Saphire thought. Suddenly, or rather someone, caught her eye.

            "Wheeler, do you see who I see?" Saphire asked. "It's Jacky-boy and his little friends. Looks like there's two new girls. Come on, let's go make some mayhem!"

            Wheeler just nodded her head and followed Saphire, who was already walking over to the group.