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The next day, Mush and Blink were planning on going back to visit Nicky and Camille. They made their way to the distribution center. Jack wasn't there yet, so Blink strolled casually up to the window and asked for a hundred papes.

Weasel looked at him and smirked. "That'd be sixty cents, now."

Mush joined Blink at the window and stared at Weasel incredulously. "Are youse serious?"

"Mr. Pulitzer thought you lousy kids wouldn't mind," Weasel said, sneering.

Mush and Blink looked at each, dumbfounded. Mush was devastated. How was he supposed to eat now? He barely made enough money to survive, and now he would make even less.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna buy your papers?" Weasel barked at them, glaring.

Mush turned around and trudged away. Just then, Jack strutted into the distribution center. Blink immediately started to complain to him. Somehow, Jack managed to convince them all to strike against The World. They were all caught up in the fervor and excitement. They were going to show Pulitzer and Hearst that they didn't own the newsboys. Jack's new friend David was reluctant to join in, but Jack persuaded him to help him lead the strike. While Jack went to confront Pulitzer, Mush went to the bowery to alert the newsies there about the strike, all the while thinking of Nicky. She was probably waiting for him, he thought as a clock struck noon. He missed her. He barely knew her, and he still felt badly for breaking an engagement that wasn't even official.

Because the strike started on a Monday, the newsies could stay in the lodging house for six more nights. Kloppman collected rent at the beginning of each week, so all the boys had already paid their money. Mush laid awake and thought of Nicky. Above Race, Blink was muttering in his sleep. Mush smirked as he heard the word "Camille." Finally, Mush fell asleep.

In the morning, Blink and Mush headed out early to find odd jobs that they could do to support the strike. They found work right across the street from the distribution center. Blink didn't seem too reluctant to find a job in that area.

They had just finished moving heavy boxes and equipment for an old man who ran an antiques shop when the clock chimed noon and girls began filtering out the doors of the school building. The man paid them for their work and sent them on their way.

From their vantage point across the street, Mush could see Nicky and Camille standing, facing the distribution center. Mush grabbed Blink and the two boys started to quietly sneak over to where they were. When Mush was right behind Nicky and Blink was behind Camille, Mush and Blink grinned at each other.

"What's two pretty goils doing around here?" Mush asked, lowering his voice dramatically.

"I dunno. Don't you think that's a bit dangerous?" Blink answered, grinning.

Nicky and Camille whirled around, glaring. "What do you wa—Oh! It's just you two," Nicky said, sighing with relief.

Camille grinned cheekily, winking at Blink. "I don't know about you, Nicky, but I thought they were big, bad men coming to ravage us in a dark alley."

"Maybe dat is what we's gonna do," Mush said, laughing.

Nicky smiled at him flirtatiously, "What are you waiting for, then?"

At that moment, the bell rang for the evening edition, and different newsies could be seen buying papes. Jack and the other newsies, sans Mush and Blink, walked up to them deliberately, scowling.

"Uh oh," Blink sighed. "Looks like trouble."

"Yeah," Mush agreed. "You goils better get outta here. There's prolly gonna be a fight. We's gonna hafta soak da scabs."

Camille looked confused. "Why is there going to be a fight? And what are 'scabs'?"

"Scabs is the people we's up against," Blink said. "And, uhh, we'll tell you goils why we'se fightin' dem later." He looked at Mush nervously as the brawl began to swell in vigor and fervor. "I mean…without Spot…" He trailed off.

Mush grabbed Nicky's hand. "You two betta cheese it, okay? I don't want youse getting hurt."

Nicky chewed her lip anxiously. "Do you think you'll be okay?" She asked Mush.

"If you promise to go to dinner with me tomorra, den I think Ise'll be okay."

She blushed. "I'd love to."

"Hey," Blink grinned down at Camille. "Would dat stupid line ever work on you?"

Camille snorted. "Are you kidding me? That has to be the cheesiest thing in the world!" She looked at him uneasily. "If you want me to come, you'll have to say something a little more original."

Blink grinned. "So, Camille, would ya like to accompany me ta dinner tomorra?"

"Sure!" Camille said, smiling flirtatiously.

Nicky glared at her. "You know that was the most uncreative line ever, right?"

Camille just shrugged. "It was better than what you got!"

Mush and Blink grinned at each other sheepishly. "Well, it woiked, didn't it?" Mush offered up unconvinvingly.

A/N Okay, the former title kinda sucked, so I changed it. And the summary. Hope you liked the new chapter! Read and Review!