I am going to attempt to write a bit in Spot's POV again, so please be nice begs and giggles Enjoy and please review!! Always, Meg

Spot's POV

Way da go Marty! I cheered inwardly as I saw her picture on the front page. She was smiling, she looked the same as usual, as if everything awful she was going through was just a small, everyday frustration. Dat's just like her dough. I missed her happiness and carefree deposition, and although I hate to admit it, ever since she left Brooklyn something seemed to be missing.

"I love you," she said. I couldn't describe how I felt at that moment, at least not without sounding wimpy, but it felt right, and it took everything in me not to say it back. I wasn't about to ruin everything I had built; my reputation, my freedom, and my life. But when she left I reassessed my feelings toward her, and realized that maybe I would be willing to sacrifice it all, and that thought alone scared me to death. I've always been a guy afraid of commitment, until she came along.

I was still bitter about how she disobeyed me and left for the party anyway, and then it came back to kick her in the backside. I stopped myself, as if anybody could tell Marty what to do. She definitely had a mind of her own, and nothing annoyed me, or attracted me more. I groaned, what was this girl doing to me?

"Marty?" I whispered into the bunkroom. I decided to give her about an hour to cool down, plus I didn't want the boys to know I couldn't stand her being mad at me. I pulled the string to turn on the lights and couldn't believe what I saw- an empty cot. I clenched my fists and slammed one of them into the wall. I should have known she would pull something like this.

I shook myself out of my thoughts and focused on the article printed beneath her picture. It was long, longer than anything I ever thought I would read in my life, but it captured my attention. I had no idea what Marty went through when she was a kid. She didn't deserve any of it. I sighed, and she doesn't deserve what I am putting her through.

"Hey boys, sell as many of dese papes as ya can!" I ordered. Even if I wasn't there for her during this, I am going to help out as much as I can.

Marty's POV

"Denton, it's wonderful!" I exclaimed after reading the newly published article. Denton smiled and beamed from the sofa. I was sprawled out on the rug that decorated the floor of Drew and Mary's living room with the paper spread out in front of me.

"I am glad you like it, I dare say it's my best work yet," he declared. Sure he may be just a tad bit cocky but he was a nice man. "Well, now that I know I have your approval, I better get going. Now that this story is over I have to go find myself another one." I got up to show him to the door.

"Thank you very much good sir," I said holding out my hand for a handshake. He grabbed hold of my outstretched hand.

"Anytime, good day to you young lady."

I laughed at our mock formality. Ever since the interview Denton and I have become good friends. Guess that's what happens when you bear your soul to some stranger that comes knocking with a pad and paper.

I curled up in the armchair that has been deemed "mine" with a new book. I just started this one today, a brand new adventure. At least until we go to court the day after next. Only two more days, I thought to myself. It seems like only yesterday that I came to live with Drew and Mary. Okay, so that's a lie, the time went by extraordinarily slow. Not that I haven't enjoyed my time here, because I really have, it's just that I miss my old life. Where I would actually sell the papers instead of count down the minutes until Drew, or sometimes Mush, Race, or another newsie brought one by.

I jumped at the sound of somebody knocking on the door.

"Don't worry, I'll get it," I said as I hoped out of my position and hustled to the door. "Jack!" I jumped into his arms for a hug. He hugged me back and carried me into the apartment.

"I just ran into Drew and he said dat youse was lonely," he informed me as he set me down. "Said you was so lonely dat you was takin up readin', I said I had ta see dat for myself." He teased ruffling my loose hair. He greeted Mary, who was looking awfully uncomfortable under the weight of the baby, who didn't seem to be too anxious to come meet us anytime soon. I offered her a smile, I felt terrible for her because she looked so tired.

Jack and I sat down at the kitchen table to visit.

"You getting anxious for your wedding?" I asked. "Less than a month until the big day, am I right?" Jack nodded.

"To tell ya da truth I'm more noivous about your case dan anyting else."

"But Jack, you should be concentrating on your wedding, not me. That's more important." Jack smiled and rolled his eyes.

"I'm not noivous about da wedding, but I guess dat I am bout bein married. Like supportin her and keepin a roof ovah our heads and stuff," he admitted. I patted his hand.

"You're going to be a great husband. By the way, I still haven't met your bride," I reminded him.

"You will, at da wedding. As da best friend of da groom you bettah be dere," he said in a joking way, but I knew how serious he really was. My life was at stake if I didn't attend. I assured him I would be there, even if I had to run away from wherever I was to be there. He suddenly got serious. "I'm seein' marriage as an adventure, ya know, instead of da end of sometin'."

I nodded, unsure of where he was getting at. But I smiled at him anyway, not wanting to seem ignorant. We talked for a little while longer, about his new job and the apartment they were renting, until the grandfather clock interrupted us.

"I bettah go, I promised Sarah I would have suppa wid her family t'night," He got up to leave. "I will see ya da day afta t'morra." He ruffled my hair again and let himself out with a farewell greeting to Mary.

I returned to my armchair and rested my chin in my hand, I couldn't help but think about what Jack said. "I'm seein' marriage as an adventure, ya know, instead of da end of sometin'." I had a strange feeling that he was aiming that toward me, but I had to wonder, why?