AN: Thanks to Smiley for reviewing the last chapter! I was worried that I was taking too long to post a new chapter, and that people would be disappointed, but seeing as how only three, maybe four people have actually read this I realized I could take as much time as I needed to sort things out. Lol.

Disclaimer: As usual I do not own Newsies or Spot. I do own Mouse and Dice.

"Heya Dice. I sees ya met me friend Mouse."

"Ah, Mouse."

Dice took her hand and kissed it.

"So…why did ya name her Mouse?"

"Well, I thought she was nice and quite, but afta seein' her tempa I'se thinkin I shoulda waited till I knew her betta."

Dice laughed at this.

"I guess that explains why youse two is soakin' wet. Well, it's been nice talkin' to youse guys, but I'se gotta finish sellin' me papes."

Dice nodded at Spot, then turned his attention to Mouse at whom he tipped his hat.

"I hope to see you again real soon Miss Mouse."

Then he winked at her and was on his way.

As he winked at her Mouse turned a brilliant shade of scarlet. This didn't go unnoticed by Spot.

"Now don't you be gettin any ideas about Dice ya heah! He's trouble."

"Aw, is widdle Spot jealous?"

She shoved him playfully enjoying making fun of his remark about Dice.

"I'm bein' serious. He ain't good enough for you. And so what if I'm a little jealous."

Mouse looked at Spot then, a smile on her face. Spot returned the stare, not with a smile, but with a scowl.

"Aw, Spot you know you're the only man for me."

Mouse didn't realize those words had left her mouth until Spot asked her what she meant.

Oh no. Oh no. Why can't I learn to think before I speak. What am I supposed to say? "Oh Spot, I think I'm falling in love with you?" I can see that blowing up in my face. Hm. Gotta think fast before he gets even more suspicious.

"I was being sarcastic Spot. So don't go and get a big head about what I said. God knows you don't need an even bigger ego than you already have."

He looked doubtful about her reason, but didn't dwell on it.

She had avoided his question for now, but eventually she would have to admit her feelings. She would have to admit that she was falling for Brooklyn.

"So why is Dice so horrible anyway?" Mouse questioned, trying to change the subject.

"He was Phoenix's second. No one ever dreamed Phoenix would die so young, he was real tough ya see. So when he did Dice wasn't exactly ready to take over and he even admitted ta never wantin' ta be leader of Brooklyn. So over about a month he held fight and contest ta see which of us was the toughest, to find out who'd be da strongest and best leader for us. Well, it was down ta me and this one big guy who had come over from Queens about four month 'for Phoenix died. I had 'em beat real good to everybody's surprise when all of a sudden the goon pulls a knife on me. He starts to lunge at me but I'se take my cane and hit him ova the top of the head and he starts bleedin' and crumples to da ground. Well, while I'se got him down I reach for his knife, and as he's gettin up I get real close ta him and hold that knife ta his neck and say 'I'm da King of Brooklyn…are we clear?' And he looks at me with murda in his eyes, and I thought he was gonna try somethin but Dice says I won fair and square. And ya know, at foist Dice was real proud, seeing as how I was so young when I beat that guy, and then I guess he realized how much power and respect he had given up because he started goin' out on his own. He didn't hang around with the rest of us. He has a select few, who my being leader never sat well with. Ya see he asked me ta step down once about a year ago, and I told 'em no, that if he wanted ta be leader he shoulda taken the position when it was foist available. Well he didn't like me sayin that that much so I'se been keeping track of what he's been up to. Ya see I'se been hearin' things from little boidies that he's gonna try and get ta me."

Mouse looked dumbfounded.

"What?" Spot questioned.

"Boidies?

Spot smiled.

Mouse and Spot met almost everyday for weeks and weeks. Their feelings towards each other were growing. Spot knew he was falling for his little Mouse, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. Since when did the King of Brooklyn really need anybody?

Fast forward a little

One day Mouse wasn't able to meet with Spot right away to both of their disappointments. Spot had to wait till later in the afternoon because poor Mouse had to go meet with some of her mother's friends. Her mother was walking ahead of her, barely noticing her daughter fall behind. Mouse was just enjoying the general splendor of Brooklyn when she felt a tug on her arm and found herself in an alley. Her mind was racing, thinking she was about to get mugged when she found herself looking at Dice. It had been a while since they had spoken and she was surprised by the situation.

"Hello Dice."

"Miss Mouse."

"Can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, I'se need ta know. Are ya Spot's new goil?"

"No…but why does it…"

"Good. He's a good for nothing cheat. He just uses goils for his own needs and then leaves 'em with broken hearts."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. He did it ta me own sista."

"I don't believe you."

"Fine, but when it happens to you, don't say I didn't warn ya."

He left the alley then. Leaving Mouse confused. Spot had said Dice was nothing but trouble…was this what he meant?

Later that day she and Spot were by the docks. He was teaching her how to use a slingshot. She was pretty good. He had given her his favorite marble to shoot with, one he never used in a fight, but kept on him like a good luck charm. It was blue and green. She hit every bottle with that marble except for the last one, but that was because she sneezed right as she shot. Today was a big day for Spot. He was finally going to ask Mouse to be his girl. She unfortunately had to leave early that day. She found his marble and gave it to him and said goodbye. As she turned to leave, Spot called her name.

"What?"

She saw an object coming at her and caught it with ease. In her palm was a marble, and not just any marble, but the one Spot loved the most and the one he had taught her how to use a slingshot with. At that moment she knew she had won Spot Conlon's heart.

"Will ya be my goil?"

She laughed.

"What took you so long to ask?"

In a restaurant in Harlem Dice was smirking to himself. He finally figured out a way to get back at Spot.

AN: So…I think this chapter turned out better in my head than typed out. And I think it's somewhat confusing, but I think things will become clearer soon. I hope you liked it. Oh. Spot's lucky marble was inspired by a marble I have. Yeah. I'm weird.