Here we go! I think I'm getting out of my post-Stubborn depression; this chapter is a little more fun. Next chapter should be even better.

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"My turn? Okay. What's the best part about being a newsie, and what's the worst part?" Elmer asked.

"Dumb question," Race said immediately.

"No it ain't!" Elmer protested. "You think everything I say is dumb."

"Well, a lot of it is..." Race said.

"Settle down," Jack said. "Mush. Answer."

"Best would be...going wherever you want every day-"

"As long as you don't go into someone else's selling spot," Les said knowingly.

"-and worst would be Weasel."

"True, true," Davey said. "Okay, next?"

Romeo grinned. "Best is all the ladies, of course..."

"Of course," Jack said, rolling his eyes with a smirk.

"And worst is the Delanceys," Romeo finished.

"Good. Albert?"

"Best is being able to be with my brothers," Albert said.

"That's the mushiest thing you could've said," Jack groaned.

"I could've said worse." Albert assumed a high-pitched baby voice. "I wuv you so much, Jackie, I just wuv everyone here, you know?"

A couple other newsies joined in. Their mocking voices filled the Lodging House. "We wuv Jackie so much, don't you wuv your wittle newsies, Jackie? Jackie, you'se so wuvey..."

"Alright, that's enough!" Jack bellowed, trying unsuccessfully not to laugh. "You guys are so stupid...I stand corrected, Albert. You could've said worse."

"Exactly," Albert said smugly. "Anyways, the worst thing about being a newsie is the same as the best thing. Being with my brothers."

"That's dumb," Race said.

"Race, shut up," Davey commanded, pointing a stern finger at him. "You're really unreasonable when you're tired, you know that?"

"Maybe. If I knew what that even meant."

"How do you not know what unreasonable means?" Buttons said disdainfully.

"All right!" Davey shouted as Race leapt to his feet with a growl. "There's boys trying to sleep upstairs. Race, sit down, or you're going up there with them."

"I don't gotta listen to you!" Race snarled. "I listen to Jack, and that's it!"

Everyone turned to Jack, who crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow expectantly at Davey. Davey frowned. Apparently Jack wasn't going to be any help.

"Race, sit down," Davey said in a low voice.

"Make me!"

"Race. Sit down."

"What're you gonna do if I don't?" Race challenged.

There was a pause. Then Les got to his feet. "I dunno about Davey, but I'm gonna soak you!" the younger boy threatened.

"Les, sit down," Davey said exasperatedly.

"Not til Race does!"

"No. Now." Davey reached over and pushed down firmly on Les's shoulders. Les sank to the ground, looking offended.

"It's still my turn," Albert reminded everyone.

"Race needs to shape up first," Davey said.

"You ain't my boss!"

"Race."

"What?"

Finally Jack had had enough. "Race. Sit down."

Race gaped at him, then checked himself and sat down.

"You gonna make everyone else miserable when you'se tired, I'll make you go to bed right now so you don't gotta be so tired. And don't ask how."

Race stared stonily at the floor. "Okay, okay. Don't gotta gang up on me."

"Davey tells you to sit down, you sit down, got it?" Jack had raised his voice.

"Yeah. Fine. Got it."

After that Race was quite well-behaved. He didn't interrupt-much-and was altogether more polite, to everyone's relief.

Finch answered next. "Best thing is getting enough money to eat pretty good. Worst is when you don't have enough to eat."

"Hungry, Finch?" They all laughed.

Specs was out of his melancholy mood from the last question. "Well, the best part is being part of stuff like the strike. Worst is that you still gotta work, rain or snow or sun. Don't matter. You can't change with the weather."

"Yeah, I'm not too fond of that either," Davey agreed. "Henry?"

"Davey, it's my question," Elmer said. "I know how to keep it moving."

Davey shrugged. "All right. You just keep getting distracted, so I've been doing it for you."

"Have not!"

"Like now. Unnecessary argument. Henry! Answer!" Davey called over Elmer's protests.

"The best thing is having you guys to watch my back. The worst thing is that I sometimes gotta watch your backs too."

That answer got some laughs.

"Les? You're next." Elmer seemed eager to prove he wasn't too distracted.

"The best part about being a newsie is not having to go to school and having friends like you guys," he said with a grin.

"That's two best things," Romeo said.

"So what? And the worst part is...um...oh, I know. The worst part is having to always be looking over your shoulder for the Delanceys."

"Davey's turn," Elmer said promptly, before anybody had a chance to say anything.

Davey smirked at him before answering. "The best thing is being with friends and brothers all day, of course, but also it's nice to be able to read the newspaper each day without having to buy it for myself. You know, just to keep up on the latest-"

"Oh, I knew it'd be something brainy like that!" Jack groaned. Everyone else burst into conversation, clearly agreeing with Jack.

"Choose something good, Davey," Les said, looking disgusted.

"It's my choice," Davey said stubbornly. "And it's still my turn. Quiet down." After a moment, it got quiet again. "The worst part is, sometimes, having to keep all you guys in order."

"That's Jack's job anyway," Race muttered. Davey ignored him, but Jack gave him a stern look.

"Jack's turn!" Davey said. Elmer had just opened his mouth to move the question along, and he closed it in frustration. Davey grinned.

"Best part is being with you guys. Worst part is that I'm always taking care of somebody or breaking up a fight or something. Don't get me wrong, I know what I signed up for. It's just that I don't like seeing any of my brothers sick or hurt."

"Fair enough," Davey said. "Understandable. Race?"

"Alright. Best is having the best selling spot in New York!" There were some appreciative whoops at this. "And worst is having to get up so early. You all know I hate it."

"Crutchie! Answer!" Elmer said quickly.

"Best thing is knowing I've always got you guys looking out for me, of course. Worst would be trying to look like I'm not faking a limp."

"And you do it well," Jack said approvingly.

"Elmer? We're back to you."

"Okay...the best part is being free as a bird throughout the day."

"And?"

"The worst part is being poor as dirt."

"Least we got enough to eat and sleep somewhere," Crutchie said softly.

"Yeah. I guess."

Davey let the silence drag out for a moment before clasping his hands together. "Well! We're on to the next question! Mush, you're on."

So there you have it! Reviews and question suggestions are appreciated!

-Sis21K