Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Disney movie "Newsies."

AHH I'm so sorry I didn't get a chapter out yesterday, guys. My internet was driving me crazy, and by the time it was working I was exhausted. However, I did do a whole lot of writing, so maybe I'll get two chapters posted today :)

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In roughly 10 minutes, Spot came back with a glass bottle filled with water and a piece of cloth. I rolled up my pants so that the deep cut on my thigh was visible. Spot kneeled and poured some of the water onto it, cleaning it out. I winced and he looked up to meet my eyes. "Oh, jus' suck it up and wrap it." He told me, tossing the cloth towards me.

I carefully started to wind the fabric around my wound. It was quiet for a few minutes as I did so. "So you never told me why you was spyin' on me." I didn't look up, but I could hear the smirk in his voice. I sighed. "I told ya, Conlon. I was not spyin' on you."

"You was hidin' behind a boat practically droolin' over me... again." He sank to the floor and leaned up against the side of the boat. He sighed and placed his hands behind the back of his head. "Face it, Chaos. Ya jus' don't wanna admit dat you, like da hundreds of udder goils in dis city, is fallin' for me. Me charm is jus' irresistible."

I scoffed at him. "You? Charming? Dat's hilarious." I replied. "Hey! I'se got plenty of charm!" Spot argued. "No, you'se got plenty of ego. And if so many goils are after you, den why don't ya have a goilfriend?" I asked mockingly. His smirk disappeared and he looked up at me, shocked that I had made a comment like that.

"I... I jus' don't want one. I don't need a goil." He said. "And why's dat?" I challenged. Spot narrowed his eyes at me and paused for a second. "I'se got me territory and I'se got me boys."

I sighed as I finished wrapping my leg. "Where are we, anyway?" I asked, attempting to change the subject. Spot raised his eyebrow. "We'se in a boat, genius." He replied sarcastically. "No kiddin'. I mean why are we in a boat?"

Spot pointed to a small shop, no bigger than a shed, about 20 feet from the pier. "See dat store over dere? It's a fishin' shop... Da guy who owns it, dis is his boat. But he don't use it anymore, so sometimes he lets me hang out heah." He explained.

I nodded slowly and let my head drop backwards. "I figured it was a good place to stop 'nd fix up yer leg, since da lodgin' house is kind of far..." Spot paused for a second and took a deep breath of the salty air before continuing. "I really love it heah." He said, staring off towards the horizon. The last few rays of sun caught his hair, giving off a golden shine to it.

Spot couldn't see me looking at him, but I snuck glances every now and then while I rebraided my damp hair. Then I tore my eyes away from him and changed my position so I was lying down on my back, facing the sky. "Tell me when dat cut stops bleedin'. Den we'll start headin' back, okay?" Spot said. "Okay." I replied.

Spot also lied down, leaving as much distance between us as possible. Jeez... He really can't stand me, can he? The thought made me feel guilty for some reason. Still, I couldn't help the butterflies in my stomach as I listened to him breath. Neither of us said anything while the sky got darker and the stars began to come out.

Small waves hit the side of the boat, rocking us lightly back and forth. Unable to keep my eyes open any longer, I closed them for a few seconds and fell asleep.

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I felt the warm sun on my face and shut my eyes even tighter, trying to block out the light. "Why won't dey jus' keep da blinds closed..." I groaned.

I heard the calls of a few seagulls, but they sounded so close. The floor lightly swayed below me and there was a rhythmic sloshing sound of water hitting wood. "What da...?" I mumbled, opening one of my eyes. As my vision adjusted, I saw that I was on the floor of the old sail boat. The faint pain in my thigh came back and I remembered what happened with Spot.

Where is Spot? I thought. Suddenly, I felt that something was around my waist. I looked down and saw that Spot's arm was wrapped around me from behind. My eyes grew wide and my breath caught in my throat. I didn't dare move.

Okay, Chaos. Calm down. We both dozed off last night, and he put his arm around me in his sleep. No big deal... Who was I kidding? If he was to wake up with his arm around my waist, it would be more than embarrassing for both of us.

I took a deep breath and cautiously lifted his hand, trying to squirm out of his grasp without waking him. Spot groaned in his sleep and tightened his grip, pulling me closer to him. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping I hadn't woken him up.

After a few seconds, he stopped shuffling around and was still again.

"C-Chaos...?" A voice asked from the dock. I lifted my head slightly to see Ghost staring at me. Spot shifted in his sleep, making his face visible to Ghost. "SPOT!?" He yelled.

Spot's eyes shot open. "Woah!" he yelled, jumping to his feet. He glanced from the boat, to me, to Ghost. "G-Ghost... What are ya doin' heah?!" Spot asked frantically.

"I... Neidda of ya came back to da lodgin' house last night... So I jus' figured I'd go lookin' for ya incase somethin' was wrong!" Ghost explained himself quickly. "I uh- I can see dat both of you is jus' fine..." He muttered, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "So I'se jus' gonna be goin' now..."

Spot quickly regained the usual calm, intimidating look on his face. "Not everythin's fine, Ghost. Chaos hoit her leg." Ghost turned and looked down, noticing the blood-stained cloth around my thigh. "I'se gonna need you to take her back to da lodgin' house. If she's feelin' better later, sell wit her." He commanded. Ghost nodded. "A'right, Spot." He agreed.

"Good." Spot confirmed. "I'se gotta be on me way." He muttered, quickly stepping out of the boat and pushing past Ghost. I stared after him, tilting my head slightly to the side as he strode down the pier and out of view.

"C'mon, Chaos. You hoid him. Let's get ya back to da lodgin' house." I painfully got to my feet and climbed over the edge of the boat onto the dock. "You okay?" He asked. I nodded, biting my lip. The wound felt even more sore today.

I found a comfortable pace that I could walk at without my leg throbbing, and Ghost led me in the direction of the lodging house. Neither of us said anything, both feeling a little uncomfortable.

Ghost finally decided to break the silence. "I'd watch it, if I was you." He said. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "It's a lost cause fallin' for him, ya know. Spot don't love anybody but himself." He warned.

I lowered my gaze to the ground again as I shuffled slowly beside him. "I ain't fallin' for him. I couldn't walk back to da lodgin' house right away, 'nd we both jus' fell asleep." Ghost didn't look convinced. "Believe me. We hate each udder's guts."

He sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets, approaching the door of the lodging house. "Whatever you say, Chaos." He mumbled.

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Hmm... Awkward.

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