Yay! Second chapter! Apparently, you all liked the first one enough to review! Thank you so much, by the way.

Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. I am trying desperately to buy Spot, but the Disney people are very greedy. If anyone wants to donate money, I'll share!... Maybe.

Chapter Two

As it turns out, Midnight didn't have any more luck with the scab than Angie did. They had come back to the apartment deflated, so Angie didn't press for details. They kept themselves amused by playing cards and any other game they could think of. Suprisingly, it kept them busy until night. Angie was pretty sure it had something to do with how many arguments they had started in the few games they played. They could normally get along, but when it came to winning, everyone was competitive, so everyone fought. Though the fights never ended in someone getting hurt, and they did resolve themselves eventually, despite the guilty parties not talking to each other for about an hour, they took up a lot of time, which Angie was glad for.

It was dark now, and Angie was the only one still awake. Sitting on the fire escape, she enjoyed the breeze and silence, especially after the day she'd had. Looking behind her, she could see her friends sleeping through the window. It was amazing that they could all fit in that tiny apartment. They managed, sort of like all the circus clowns fitting into the tiny car. But it was alright. It was the same, if not better, than the sleeping arrangements at the orphanage. Thinking back to the wretched place, Angie got a bad taste in her mouth.

She turned around and went back to staring at the city. Even if the girls didn't like it, they would have to suck it up. With the little money they had saved, this was all they could afford. The thought of money in her head made her let out a groan. They would have to find some way to earn money soon, or they wouldn't be able to afford even this dinky place. Tomorrow's another day, she thought as she got up and went to get some sleep.

Sadly, tomorrow turned out to be a lot like yesterday. Besides Angie punching someone, which didn't happen since the jerk that was here before was gone and all the other guys were more than a little afraid of her, nothing changed. The scabber behind the bars still didn't give them papes, though he told them that from a further distance now. None of the other girls were successful in convincing him, so all they could do was leave, but not quietly. They pushed their way out, some muttering under their breath, even more yelling.

Instead of going back to the apartment for another fun filled night of arguing, Angie decided they could all use a little pick me up. So, she she led them across the bridge.

The Manhattan newsies had always been their favorite. They were the only ones not pig-headed enough to accept them. Many of the younger girls wondered why they didn't just stay in Manhattan, but Angie knew that there were already enough newsies there, on account of Jack being so nice. Manhattan couldn't handle anymore.

Walking into Tibby's, Angie took in the comforting sight of friends.

"Well, well, well. If it ain't da newsettes." She heard Jack's voice over the crowd, and looked around for him. As usual, he was in the back waving at them. She was the only one to walk over, as the rest of the group had fanned out. Midnight, Betty, Maggie, and a few others had gone to find Racetrack to see if they could finally beat him in a game of cards. The younger ones, including Red, had gone to find Crutchy. For some reason, Crutchy had made it his hobby to tell the young girls outrageous stories that he had either made up, or heard only bits and peices of and filled in the blanks himself.

As Angie crossed the resteraunt, she saw unfamiliar faces, but chalked it up to her being absent for a while. Jack met her halfway, with a grin on his face. After doing the normal spit-shake, Jack started the conversation. "It ain't like yah to stay away for so long. Where've yah been all dis time?" he inquired.

"You've never cared before, why the sudden change of heart?" Angie smiled back. It was nice to see Jack again. He had always been like an older brother to her.

"Maybe I'm just worried about da head newsette. Yah've been known to get into your fair share of trouble. The busted lip proves my point." They both laughed at the remembered thought of Angie being as prone to fighting as Red was now. "Come on. I trust yah remember where da table is."

He was right. She had been here enough to know where he usually sat. When she got close, she could see another person sitting. He had his head down and was looking at the table, but his hat seemed oddly familiar.

"Angie, Spot. Spot, Angie." Jack lazily introduced him. When he heard them approach, he looked up.

No fuckin way, she thought, frowning.

Under the hat was the same face that had met with Angie's fist just yesterday, and she wasn't the only one to realize it. The look on Spot's face told her that he hadn't forgotten, either. He stood up abruptly and removed a gold tipped cane from his belt loop. Angie prepared herself for another fight. Fortunately, Jack also saw it and stood in the way. "Both of youse, sit down!"

Angie pulled out her chair and sat, still glaring. Spot was slower, but eventually followed when Jack motioned to the chair.

"Now, what was dat about?" Jack asked, looking to both of them.

Angie was the one to answer. "Let's just say we met before."

"Hold on," Jack said, turning to Spot. Understanding had crossed his face, and Angie guessed that Spot had already told Jack about their encounter. "Angie is da 'crazy goil' who gave yah dat shiner?" She was right.

Angie looked up to see that it was true. His right eye was a mixed color of blue and black. She mentally smirked. When Spot finally answered with an annoyed 'yeah', Jack actually started to laugh. Spot turned to glare at him, but Jack was already looking at Angie. "And the busted lip was Spot?"

Angie just nodded while Jack laughed more. Seeming even mored annoyed, Spot reached up and took off his hat, tossing it onto the table. Angie nearly stopped breathing. What the hat hid was the most beautiful head of hair she had ever seen in her life. It was a dirty blonde, and it made his face even more heavenly. Angie caught herself staring and looked down to the table, chiding her eyes for disobeying.

It took several minutes before Jack's laugh died down. Though, when he spoke next, he still had a grin on his face. "Well, dat's a strange turn of events. I was expectin you two to be real close."

Angie's look of shock mirrored Spot's. "Why the hell would you think that!" they asked, almost simultaneously, accompanied by glares at each other.

"Dat's why. Maybe youse can't see how alike you both are, but everyone else can. You two are like twins seperated at birth." Jack explained. Angie was starting to see his point, especially when both she and Spot folded their arms over their chest and looked away. But she still wasn't inclined to admit it.

"Look, da fact still remains dat both of you are in Brooklyn. I know Spot's not gonna leave, and neither will Angie, especially if someone don't want her there. So, why don't you try gettin along? I don't think it would hurt." When neither person said anything, Jack went on. He wasn't usually this persistent, and Angie wondered what could make him this interested.

"Spot," he leaned forward and put both his elbows on the table as Spot turned to look at him. "You were just tellin me dat some of da scabs had gotten cocky and picked a couple fights with your guys. Angie and her girls could help."

"We got enough help." was his response, and anyone with half a brain could recognize the venom in his voice.

"You know dat's a lie. Da bulls have been comin down on you hard lately, and more than half your guys are in jail." Angie was quietly sitting back in her seat, waiting to see what else would come up in this strange conversation. She was slightly enjoying watching the strange show.

"What makes you think she would even fight a scab? How do you know she won't start workin for 'em?" Spot finally said, leaning forward also.

"She fought you, didn't she?" Jack pointed out with a smirk. "And you'll never have to worry about dat. Angie is as loyal to a scab as a cat is loyal to a mouse."

At that, she had to agree. She would rather chew off her own skin than be forced to work with a scabber. But Angie had been silent long enough. "What makes you think I would even want to help him?"

They looked a little surprised at the sound of her voice. Most likely, they had forgotten she was here. Typical, she thought, but kept looking at Jack who she had directed the question to.

Jack just sighed and shook his head. "I don't know what is wrong with you both. So you got in a little fight. Big deal. Why do you hate each other?" He leaned back and looked at them, waiting for a response. Several reasons went through Angie's head, but none of them seemed good enough to satisfy Jack. After an awkward moment which consisted of Jack staring at them the entire time, Spot grabbed his hat off the table and stood up.

"I got bettah things to do." he mumbled, and started for the door. Out of the corner of her eye, Angie saw two other boys stand up and follow him. Realizing that he wasn't going to get an answer, at least not today, Jack gave up and started small talk with Angie.

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I would like to take this time to warn my readers that in the later chapters, I will be talking about Spot's hair a lot more. I just love that great mop of hair too much to ignore it. I hope this chapter didn't go to quickly, as I was trying my best to steer away from that. If it did, please tell me and I will try to do better on the next one. Hopefully, I will be updating again within a week, so keep an eye out! You know the drill. Click the little button that says review. It will make me very happy.