I woke up the next morning in a familiar atmosphere. Rustles and boys talking everywhere. "Did you see what happened last night?" i kept my eyes clammed shut as i heard Racetrack and one of the Brooklyn boys whispering their New York accents.

"With Spot and.." there was a silent pause in their conversation and i immediately knew they were talking about me. "Yeah!" Racetrack replied a little too loudly. They stopped whispering again as if to check if Spot heard.

Racetrack then whispered a little more quietly "Were you'se der?" a short pause. "I.." another pause and rustling. "I'se saw wit me own eyes dat dey.."

"Mornin' fellas!" Spot's voice chimed in. I started to open my eyes, one by one and decided to sit up. "What's with all the noise?!" i yelled as my head pounded.

After the whole big thing last night, Spot decided to take me back to the lodging house and we stayed up until the boys got back, just drinking and laughing about things i totally forgot about. I ended up sleeping in one of the bunks with the boys because it was too much work carrying me to Spot's room.

Dead silence. Everyone in the whole entire room dropped everything they were doing and just stared from me to Spot. "What?! Yeah, Spot and i fucking kissed. Get the fuck over it."

I looked toward Spot who looked kind of confused for a split second and gave him a look to back me up. "Yeah, ain't ya guys supposed to be sellin' by now?!" Spot yelled at all of his newsies and pounded that noisy cane of his on the ground.

"Don't make so much fucking noise!" i yelled at all of them, mostly Spot. Looks like we were back to normal now. "Getcha ass up if ya don't wanna miss da mornin' pape."

He playfully smacked me in the head. I didn't take it the 'playful' way though and got up, mumbled "fuck off" to Spot and made my way to the bathroom to wash my face mumbling the whole way of "fucking Conlon"

By the time i was done, everyone was already outside lining up for the morning paper. I strolled down the stairs, but not before being bothered by Spot. He stood casually at the end of the stair case, taunting me with every step i took.

"Get the fuck out of my way, Conlon." He shook his head and gave me his all too famous smirk. "Fine." i moved to the side and started walking, but bumped into Spot at the last second because he moved to the same side i did.

"Conlon, you're getting on my fucking nerves. What the fuck do you want." I stood there with my arms crossed and face huffed. He tucked his hands into his pockets. "I'se knows dat kiss meant a lot ta ya."

His bluntness probably shouldn't have shocked me, but it did, i mean why all of a sudden did he tell me all out of the blue? "Wow.." i chuckled. "You really think of yourself as all 'high and might' don't you? Well, here's a news flash, from what i can remember, Brandon kisses better then you."

He looked quite stunned, which made me laugh, of course on the inside. I pushed him aside, and he gave in, letting my words sink in. I proudly walked out of that smelly lodging house and into the sad, humid, and rainy morning.

I looked toward the news stand and gasped. "Shit." i said as i held my hat to my head and ran. "Wait, wait!" I yelled at Mr. Brimmingstone. He was the middle aged man who sold the papers to us. It was stupid to argue with him because he was a precise man and very stubborn.

"No, come on Mr. B! Spare me a few papers? Please, for little ol' me?" i gave him a sweet puppy dog look. But he looked me straight in the eye and said "No."

"Oh, come on! I'm your favorite girl newsie!" he kept walking and replied "Your the only girl newsie, in Brooklyn that is." when he turned around i gave him a sassy face and when he turned to reply to me, i smiled sweetly.

"Now, go away. I'm a busy man." i rolled my eyes and walked away, both frustrated and angry. "UGH! That god damn Conlon. He HAD to get in my fucking way." i started walking, cursing at the ground, and eventually bumped into a guy, in which i replied "Ugh! Watch yourself."

I started to bend down to help with whatever he dropped when i realized i had bumped into Brandon. "Oh." i shortly answered. We stood up at the same time, staring into each others eyes.

"I-uh.. Have to go." i started down the street, but he followed me. "But- Evelyn, wait!" i walked faster, but he caught up and grabbed my shoulder. I stopped abrubtly, turning around and giving him a death glare. He then flinched, and pulled his hand away, putting it through his messy blonde hair.

"Ugh! Don't you get that i don't wanna talk to you? We're done. We broke up. I hate you.." i could feel my throat start to close up on me but i kept talking, knowing if no one stopped me, i could go on for hours, or start crying.

Good thing Brandon had stopped me, because i felt tears start to form on the rims of my eyes. He put the newspapers that i realized he was holding onto my hands. "I just- wanted to give these to you. I didn't see you this morning, so i thought maybe.."

"No. I don't want your papers. I don't want the money you spent on me. You need to leave, Brandon." he looked into my eyes for the longest time ever and i started to feel my cheeks grow hot. "Man, how i missed your eyes."

I could hear my heart beat and my face was heated. I swallowed, gave his newspapers back, and left him standing there. I couldn't deal with him right now. He can't just come into my life again and pretend nothing happened. I don't like it and i'm not about to act like i do.

I ran back to the lodging house, knowing it was the only way i could be alone. I pushed the door open, looking back to see Brandon turn around at the exact moment i plunged myself into the one and only, Spot Conlon.

We lay there, Spot motionless, and me pissed the fuck off. "What the fuck!" my eyes finally met his, and my whole body felt a weird tingle. It was weird, like i had a stomach ache or something, i didn't know what was happening.

"Are ya gonna get off me'se?" Spot huffed under my weight. I quickly staggered up and dusted the dirt that had found itself on my clothing. Wait, why am i feeling like he's got the upper hand? I sighed, putting a hand through my hair, before i started with my angry facade.

"Watch where your going, Conlon." he gave me a low chuckle. "Ya didn't catch da mornin' pape, eh?" he started laughing, fully now, like it was the funniest thing in the world. "Yeah. It's because of you, fuck face." i retorted and he finally cracked.

His hand moved toward my face, but before it could meet it, i ducked, tripping him. "Oh, now, you wouldn't hit a little ol' 'goil' like me, would you?" i mocked his Brooklyn accent with quotation marks on the word 'goil'.

He elbowed me behind my knee, which made me buckle and i fell, butt first on the hard wooden floor. My face hardened and i pounced on him, which he quickly dodged, by moving to the side, luring me all the way inside the lodging house.

"UGH! FIRST BRANDON AND NOW YOU?!" that surely got his attention, and i kept going on. "Well, isn't this just a peachy morning for me." i started through worthless punches at his face, which he dodged quite frequently and fluently.

In between punches, he stopped me from going on with his own annoying voice. "Wait, what'd dat doofus do ta ya?" i kept punching and moving forward, while he moved backward. Soon, his back met the wall and i stopped punching, just breathing hard, our bodies meeting, my head laying heavily on his shoulder.

After a second of hesitation in Spot's voice, he asked sternly, enunciating every single word, "Did Brandon hurt you'se?" i let out a quiet sigh when the newsies began filing in again and i hadn't realized that it was already time for lunch at Tibby's with the Manhattaner's today.

My body left his, making my body feel sad and cold. I looked him dead in the eyes and said "We'll talk about this later." i turned around and walked away greeting some of the newsies with a warm smile and some playful punching.

"Heya doll!" Racetrack yelled from across the room. "Heya Racetrack!" i mimicked his words. "I'se din't see ya sellin' dis mornin', where was ya?" i laughed a little, remembering how Spot had held me back from getting any newspapers.

"Oh, ya know the usual, Spot was being a little fuck face, and i didn't get the newspapers in time." i gave him a smile paired with my angry eyes. But then i just shrugged it off and said "Anyways, how much did you make today?"

We walked out and followed the rest of the crowd who headed toward Tibby's in Manhattan. When i looked behind me, i saw Spot at the very back of the crowd, walking by himself, staring at me intensely.

It honestly made me a bit uncomfortable and Racetrack could tell. "Hey.. Uh.. So last night, i'se saw Spot kissed ya?" for a split second my heard skipped a bit, thinking of the night before.

I looked back once more at his intense eyes and said "Yeah." i shrugged nonchalantly. "But he didn't kiss me, i kissed him." he gave me a surprised look at how calm i was being about the whole situation.

"Why? What's wrong?" i laughed at Racetrack's expression. "Well... Nuttin, it's just dat.. Goils usually don't openly admit tings like dat. More ova, they get all blushy and giggle and whateva.. You'se somethin' else, ya know dat, doll?"

I laughed before replying "Really? The fact that you tell me a girl blushes over that shit head.." i started giggling to myself. "Oh, too funny!" i slapped my knee. Racetrack lightened up a bit and laughed along with me "But it's true! Ask any goil in Tibby's about their experience with da one and only, and they's get all blushy and giggle."

I smirked at him, "You know what Racetrack? Maybe i will."