Ok I've officially got too much time on my hands. This is what, the third chapter I've gotten finished today. And I even finished this in like (Looks at clock) a half an hour, maybe more.

Anyways on another note: Do you know how excited an author can get when not even ten minutes after they post a chapter, there's at least three new Reviews. I should know, I got all giddy and giggly when I saw that. Thanks, you guys are the Best!

Wait a second, did I just say Giddy and Giggly. I was not giggly, but I was bouncing in my seat from excitement. Yeah, bouncing. Believe that word instead, because I do not giggle. I laugh.

Yes Victory Dances are the best, I do them all the time.

And Andrea, if that's #3, what's #'s 1 & 2. And are there #'s 4 & 5?

I have one Disclaimer for this chapter: I do not own Star Trek. Don't worry, not too much on that though. Just one mention of it.

I looked around the corner of the building we were hiding behind, seeing nobody we knew except Mush. Lover put his head around the corner, above mine, and Monkey did the same, putting his own head over Lovers. Our Mission: Getting Mush to admit just what he had wished when that Shooting Star flew over the night sky.

We quickly retrieved our heads as Mush looked our way while shouting out a phony Headline.
"Do you think he saw us." Lover questioned.

I put a finger to my lips and looked back around the corner. Mush had gone on with selling his papers. "Nope, still selling."

Monkey looked at me apprehensively, "You do have a plan on how to approach the topic right Ma?"
"HeHe, funny thing about plans."
"Jet?" Oh no, he used the real name, its been a while since I've heard it too. Good to hear an old friend that I've lost.

My shoulders drooped with defeat, "No I don't have a plan. I was sorta hoping one of you had made one."
They both stared at me.
Lover gave a small cry of fright, "He's gonna pummel us by saying the wrong thing." Great enthusiasm there Er.

"Who's gonna pummel you guys?"

All three of us screamed and swirled around to see the owner of that voice. It was Mush. "How'd he get here so fast," I whispered to Monkey.
Monkey slowly shook his head. We were all bewildered on how Mush could be somewhere, and then somewhere else in seconds, and started arguing on whether he used one of those things they use on Star Trek, he's unbelievably fast, or Invisible, that we barely noticed Mush was still standing next to us.

Mush shrugged his shoulders and started to walk away. When I saw this I pulled on the back of his shirt and held him up against the wall. "Your not goin anywhere, Bud." Did I just call him Bud. I thought I promised myself to not call other Newsies different names. I guess it just kinda...popped up. Besides, Myself is still jealous that I won that bet on what Les's age was. That's probably what brought the Bud part out of me. I'll get you sometime Myself, then we'll see how sorry you are when your all embarrassed.

Mush didn't even looked frightened by me. Its gotta be the height that won't get people scared of me. Because me standing with my legs spread apart didn't intimidate the Greasers, and my height isn't helping here too. And by the way, with me standing like that only scares kids under the age of twelve. I love it when its Halloween, I get all kinds of candy without even Trick-Or-Treating. Cruel I know, but sometimes its a Cruel world.

Monkey sighed at my harshness. Would you really call that harsh, I can't even squash a bug the size of a pin head without screaming my head off. "We just want to ask you a question Mush. Ma would you let go of him. This isn't an interrogation."

I slowly let go of Mush's shirt, doing that pointing to the eyes thing. You know, where you point to your eyes, then theirs, and then your own again. That thing. I so totally told him I had my eye on him. Him and his muscles.

...Ok that didn't exactly sound right (Especially if you have the mind of my best friend,Jessi, you know what I'm talkin 'bout) but I guess it will work.

"Where were you on the night of a Shooting Star?" I so wish I had a lamp right at this moment, so I could do that thing where the bad cop holds it in the criminals face. That would be so cool.

I think I'm scaring Mush, so I'm gonna stop now. "That was how many months ago Ma, how am I gonna remember. All I remember is the next day, we saved you three from the Delancy's."

So he got that part right at least. Lover put his face near Mush's, "Did you make a wish on that Star? If so, what'd you wish for?"

"I wished for a girlfriend. And I got one, but ya know, she cheated on me. And I knew Ma couldn't be the answer of my wishes. I mean, your pretty and all, but I'm not gonna get a beatin by Spot for just askin ya out."

He continued on with his ramblings. Another useless day of false accusations. Mush wasn't even the one who made the wish.

The three of us left Mush standing against the wall, still talking, and went back to the Lodging house. We were particularly sadder then we were when we left the House this morning.

As soon as I had gotten to the LH, yes lets abbreviate it people, I went straight to bed, not even changing into just my T-Shirt, like I normally would. But not before giving Spot a kiss on the cheek. If I hadn't he would have been cranky the next morning.

And the next morning came to soon. it was kinda obvious Spot has spent the night in the Manhattan Lodging House. How could I tell? There was a lot of yelling this morning. Especially in the Washroom where Spot does his morning rituals.

I gave a groan. I was still not used to getting up early in the morning. Even worse was that I still don't wake fully up. Usually I have a Mountain Dew to wake me up in the mornings, but instead, all I get is a cup of coffee. Real icky coffee. I go for water over the latter.

I pulled the thin blanket higher over my head, leaving my feet exposed, and then also pulled my pillow over my head. I wish they made ear plugs in the 1900's.

I slowly made my way into unconsciousness, feeling a feathery touch go across my left foot. I twitched my big toe. The touch went over my right foot I pulled my right leg under the blanket, resulting in leaving the other one be the victim.

And a victim it was. Someone grabbed a hold of my left ankle, and stared tickling the foot attached mercifully. Oh I am so going to kill who ever it is holding onto my foot. I quickly pulled the blanket off my face and was trying to get my limb away from the attacker. When I saw that the strong grip holding on my foot, was Spot. Why does Spot sometimes have to make my life Hell.

"Spot!" I whined out. "Lemme gooooo." And at this point, I couldn't hold my laughter in any more. Unless, that is, you wanted me to die from the loss of oxygen from trying to hold it in.

He let my foot go. Wow, that easy huh. "It was the only way I was gonna get you up, without pouring water on you."

He's such a good boyfriend, isn't he? I laid back down against the bed, feeling drowsiness come upon me.

I heard a far off voice say something. And then, I had the feeling like I was flying. A feeling like Flying is so cool once you get used to the sickness it causes. But then, my flying lesson was interrupted as I was dumped into ice cold water.

"AHHHHHH!! SPOT I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Yeah, Ice cold water does not feel very good right after you've been flying.