Disclaimer: I'm sure you guys know how this goes by now... I don't own any of the characters in this story besides Chaos and the others you don't recognize from the movie "Newsies", blah blah blah and here we go.

Alright. So I wasn't planning on posting a chapter at all today, since school is the devil (GGGRRRRR) and I've been to busy to write lately. That's why this chapter is really short. But better short than non-existent, right? Ignore that growl. Had a second of rage there.

Maybe I can keep them coming really often if I chop the chapters down a little... However, if you guys would rather, I'll post a long one roughly every three days? I dunno. Give me your views on the topic and I'll figure out what I'm gonna do.

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Dis sellin' spot is dead." Spot commented, getting somewhat discouraged. "Git up, Chaos. We'se movin' again." He told me. I groaned, but didn't move from my place on the cool grass. I had been sitting there for the last half an hour, watching the clouds pass through the breaks between the leaves and branches of a tree.

"Again?! Why can't we jus' stay in one place?!" I complained. Spot inhaled slowly, trying desperately hard not to lose his temper. "Because, Chaos." He muttered through gritted teeth. "Dere is no point in sellin' where dere ain't no people. Customers don't stay in one place, so neitha' do we." He explained.

When I didn't reply, Spot continued. "Besides. I dunno what you'se complaining 'bout, because last time I checked you'se been sittin' on yer ass while I'se been doin' all da sellin'. Now git up."

"I think you'll learn, Spot Conlon, dat if you'se nicer to people, you'll get a better response." Using a sweet sarcastic tone of voice, I plastered a smile on my face. He didn't look amused. Instead, he looked like he was going to beat the ever loving tar out of the next person who looked at him the wrong way.

He stomped over to me and picked up my pile of papers, which, by the way, hadn't decreased the least bit since I got them. Spot combined my pile with his and rested the papers on his shoulder, supporting them with his arm.

Then in one swift movement, he scooped me up from the ground and threw me over his other shoulder. "Hey! Put me down!" I yelled. He ignored me and kept walking towards the street. I yelled and screamed and kicked and furiously pounded on his back with my fists. "Put... Me... Down!" I repeated. Spot didn't stop, though. He continued carrying me effortlessly and steadily, paying no attention to my protests.

When we reached the sidewalk, people walking down the street turned and gave us strange looks as we passed them. "Pipe down, Chaos." He mumbled angrily. In response, I just screamed louder.

Deciding he wasn't in the mood to be arrested for kidnapping, he growled in frustration and dropped me onto my feet. Then he hastily pushed me up against the nearest building. Dropping the papers to the ground, he put one hand on either side of my body against the wall to block me in. Spot brought his face dangerously close to mine. So close that I stopped myself from breathing.

Despite how pissed off he looked, I found myself thinking something unexpected. Woah... He's real cute...

I gulped and pressed myself as far back against the wall as I could. As I stared into his grey-blue eyes, I was afraid to keep eye contact but at the same time afraid to look away.

It was intimidating when he yelled, but he frightened me more when he was silent. "What is wrong wit you?" He whispered slowly, finally breaking the silence. He narrowed his eyes at me, but the flash of anger disappeared for a few seconds. For once Spot looked at me in a curious way, instead of a glare.

I suddenly forgot about his attractiveness as anger surged through my body and I regained my nerve. I pushed him away from me, freeing myself from his trap. "Me!? What's wrong wit me?!" I asked in disbelief. "You are da most cocky self-centered puny egotistical jackass I ever met!" I yelled back at him. "And ya wonder what's wrong wit me!?"

I could have sworn I saw a gleam of hurt in his eyes for a split second, but it was gone when I looked for it again. His mouth twisted into a smirk. "Yeah, so I'se been told."

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I was in no way, shape, or form cut out for selling newspapers. As you probably noticed by now, I wasn't much of a people-person. I wasn't patient or calm with customers. Instead, I was hot-tempered and discouraged easily. The ruthless summer sun beat down on my shoulders, not making my job any easier. But the part I hated most about selling papes?

Spot Conlon. He was better than me at it. So much better. It gave him a reason to make his ego even bigger, if that was possible. He knew exactly what article to use to attract a certain group of people. His distinct selling cry put any other newsies' to shame, and he could charm girls that were passing by into purchasing a newspaper, simply by shooting them his famous smirk.
By mid afternoon, Spot was almost done selling every single one of his papers. I looked at the stack of papes under my arm, becoming disheartened. The grand total of 7 papers that I sold didn't really make a difference to the height of the pile.

I went over and collapsed on a bench on the sidewalk, facing the cobblestone street. I tossed the papers down beside me and let my head fall backwards, making a faint clunk sound as it hit the backrest of the metal bench.

"Dis is miserable... What am I still doin' heah?" I asked myself, muttering under my breath. I slowly picked my head up again and snuck a glance at Spot. He took off his hat for a split second, running his fingers quickly through his golden-brown hair. I could feel my heart starting to beat faster as I watched him. Then the hat was back on his head, and he was back to shouting headlines.

I looked away and shook my head violently to get rid of the thought. No. I hate him. He's a complete jerk. I told myself. I searched my mind, looking for other reasons why I was still in Brooklyn when I didn't want to be. Reasons that were actually logical.

I'm here because Jack told me to be.

I'm here because I need a place to hide from the bulls.

I'm here because I'm tired of living on the streets.

I'm here because I need a job.

But my mind returned to the first reason. I cautiously looked up and my eyes found Spot again. Selling his last paper, he turned and saw me staring at him. His well-known smirk spread across his face as he walked towards me.

"I know I'se extremely good-lookin', Chaos. But shouldn't ya be sellin' yer papes instead of gawkin' at me?" He announced in an overly- smug tone. I snorted at him and crossed my arms. "Yeah, right. You wish. Dat'd be da day..." I replied.

He crossed his arms also and shifted his weight. The smirk on his lips widened, telling me that he wasn't convinced. "I wasn't "gawkin." I was simply plottin' how to kill ya... I'm still decidin' between stabbin' ya or pushin' ya off a buildin'." I sneered.

Spot grinned and raised his eyebrow, and I tried not to blush as he stared down at me. "Dat's bull, Chaos." He said finally. Spot went around the side of the bench and picked up half my newspapers. As he walked behind me, he leaned in extremely close to the side of my face.

"You was practically droolin'." He whispered into my ear, causing me to get goose bumps down my neck. I attempted to suppress the shiver so it wasn't obvious that he had given me the chills despite the summer heat.

I snapped out of the daze and picked up the rest of my papers that Spot had left behind, running after him. "Hey! What're you doin' wit me papes?" I asked, jogging to catch up with his rapid strides. "Helpin' ya. At dis rate, you'll never be done." He told me, keeping his gaze ahead of him.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Woah... Did he jus' offer to do somethin' civil for me?

It's official. The world is coming to an end.

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::BOOM::. Yep. That was the sound of the earth exploding. Dear me.

Anyway, Thanks for reading, guys. Please review if you get the chance... Oh, and one more thing.

Option number one: Maria should post a chapter as often as possible, even if they are extremely short.

Option number two: Maria should post a chapter every couple of days, but it'll be a long chapter.

Option number three: It doesn't matter what Maria posts, just as long as she stops talking in the third person because it's creeping everyone out.