I took alot of notice to how only one person Reviewed for the last chapter. (I love you for that Princess!) But I guess theres an understandable reason for it. Cause It was only yesterday when I put the other chapter up. Its ok, but you might wanna review for this chapter. Cause I think the stories coming to a close. I might make it to the next chapter, and then 20 being a Epiloge. ( Is that how you spell it? Oh well.)

You guys have been too good to me. And I love all you reviewers to death. And I'm thinking on making a third Jet Black story to the series, except having them go to Camp GreenLake from the book -And movie- Holes. And if I do, it will all be explained in the chapter of the Epiloge.

Please give me something on this chapter. Cause I seriously need something to go by.

As I became conscious, I noticed that I was being held up by two very muscled arms. And that the arms were pleasantly comfortable to sleep in. I gave a deep sigh, and tried to turn more into the arms, which were attached to a very firm chest if you could believe it.

But those arms turned me back around.

Mean. All I wanna do is sleep comfortably, and they go and ruin it all.

I didn't even know I had muttered those words out loud until the chest I was leaning against vibrated as the head attached to it spoke.

"Looks like this one's awake Match."

I jumped as I noticed that it was a voice I did not recognize.

"Let me go before I bite you!" I struggled to get away, and did in fact bite the guy who had a hold on me when he didn't do as I requested.

He gave an angry cry and threw me to the floor.

I cringed. "I said let me go, not throw me. I think you just broke my hip. Great! Now I'm gonna need a hip replacement like my Great Grandma Jane. Lo-ve-ly."

Someone above me and off to my right snickered. I just stayed on the floor. Hmmm...Maybe I should stay here, and act like I'm dead. Then they'll forget all about me and go on with their lives.

"Get Up!"

Nope. Didn't work with the Newsies, and its still not gonna work with these guys.

I kept my eyes closed as I kept on with the conversation. "You should say things more politely. Maybe people will actually listen to you. Oh I know, we should take you to one of those Etiquette classes. Wait...Is that what there called. No?...hmmm...I think so." I opened my eyes and looked above me. Obviously the guy who had been holding me, was staring down at me. And he was looking at me like I was crazy. I kept on with my rant. "Is that what those things are called. You know, those places that teach you the proper way to eat, speak, live, go to the bathroom and have sex." I added that one in just for fun.

And the look on my holders face was completely hilarious. He looked down at me confused for a milli-second, then pulled me up by my left arm.

"Owie! Your gonna rip my arm off if you pull any harder. And if you do, take me to the hospital immediately. And don't feed my flesh to a dog. That's just plain weird. But if you do, my arm better not have enough chew marks on it for me to take notice or I'll come back to haunt you when I die from loss of blood because my arm has mysteriously disappeared in some dogs belly. Which would then be digested and then rest in some alley taking shape as an animal dropping."

I took a deep breath as he pulled my arms behind my back, resulting in me taking notice of the rest of the room. Male Newsies were watching me from either side of the room. I looked around it, and it looked like we were in some kind of warehouse. In the front of the room sat three guys. The two of them that sat on either side of the one in the middle looked kinda like second hand mans. I could just tell by the way they stood near the one in the middle. Cause Shadow did it all the time when Spot was around.

My eyes finally wandered towards the guy that actually sat in the middle on a crate. He looked tall, as tall as somebody can be sitting down, lean, and slightly muscular. His face looked as smooth a babies bottom. Ha! That's a good one right there. This kid must have been at least fifteen...maybe that's why his face is smooth. Yep. His hair was a dark red. Hmmm...The name Match rings a bell now that I recall the name being called when I woke. His eyes looked like a dark green. Aww. I've always had a thing for guys with green eyes. They just look so adorable. But I must not mind cheat. That is bad.

As I studied this guy more, I saw that he was also studying me as well. I smirked. Cool. A guy other then Spot is checking me out. I must be smokin Hott. And yes, I just spelled it with two T's.

I need to figure out some kind of theme song for him. Yeah, its my new fad to go against Myself. Myself chose names, I choose theme songs. You haven't noticed. Mines Disconnected (Out of Touch) By Trapt. Now on to his Theme song...I just had an epiphany everybody! It should totally be CIGARO by System of a Down. Oh yeah I am so good. If you haven't heard it, it just involves a few swear words about the guys 'Cock'-(Indicating first word here)-roach being bigger then anybody else's. And how everybody should love it.' Yeah, he totally fits the description of that song.

Ooo Another epiphany. Am I allowed to have two? Anyways, his name should be...Dun Dun Dun...KITTY! I've always wanted to call someone Kitty after I saw the movie Monsters Inc. I can do that now.

I'm so not gonna back out on calling him this. And here is my chance.

"Can I name you Kitty?" And two voices rang out instead of one.

I looked over to a corner I had over looked. Jack and Spot were still unconscious. But Lover was wide awake, and just realized his mistake. And it wasn't just the leader who was mad too.

"Not again Lover! I'm about ready to go over there and slap your head. Or better yet, I'll go on another Castration Mission!"

Ha Ha, whoo. Its so funny to see guys expressions when you say that. In fact, I think I saw a few of the bad guys give Lover a small sympathetic look.

Lover's scared expression died as Kitty stood his royal butt up off the royal crate and walked his royal feet towards the royal me. Did I say royal enough. And did you take notice that I called myself royal. Yay you did. And if I'm royal, that makes Spot royal, and if he's royal that makes Jack royal, and if he's royal that makes Monkey royal, and if he's royal that makes Lover ro- Nope he doesn't get to be royal. He's making funny faces behind Kitty's back, trying to make me laugh in his face.

I crunched my face up -trying not to laugh- as Kitty approached me with a smirk.

He stops at about two feet from me. "So, can I ask what a gorgeous girl like you is doing hanging out with the likes of Spot Conlon? And not me?"

Can somebody say self-centered. Spot was like that, but eventually he came down to Earth when I slapped him upside the head. Am I gonna have to do the same thing with this guy.

I smirk, "I'm his girlfriend." I state proudly.

His smirk totally just got smirkier, and before he could say anything, I just had to ask, "How in the hell can all leaders do that!?"

His smirk faltered. And he was somewhat confused. "What?"

"How can you guys make your smirks even smirkier. I mean, I've tried it, but it only ends up as a really upturned sneer. Your so lucky that you can even look like that without sneering. Ya know. So are ya gonna teach me?" I didn't wait for him to answer, I didn't expect him to either with the look on his face. "Fine, be an ass and don't teach me. I'll just ask Spot. SPOT! SPOT! SPOT! SPOT! SPOT! DAMMIT SPOT WAKE UP I HAVE TO ASK YOU A QUESTION!"

"WHAT!?" Awww...He looks like he has a hangover. And he looks really pissed about now. Especially since he doesn't know where he was. And because he just noticed the leader of some cult standing two feet from his lovable, huggable, used as a pillow and always has a numb arm from being dragged every where, girlfriend..

"Kitty won't teach me how to make my smirks smirkier. Can you knock some sense inta him. I really wanna learn. NOW!" Wow, acting like a little kid doesn't necessarily get you everything in the world. But Spot treats me like a princess.

And now we get to go home to the LH. Here, I'll tell you what he did. He beat the shit out of everybody in the warehouse. With help from Jack when he woke up. Lover and me were taking count on who beat up more guys, dodging bodies as they headed in our direction once in a while. I rescued Monkey. And he just about took a bite out of Jack's shoulder as I was helping him down the warehouse steps. He musta been hungry.

I fed Monkey some food, put him to bed, fixed Spots and Jacks wounds, almost tripped on one of Kid Blink's shirts, did trip on a pair of Itey's pants, and landed in a tub full of soapy water that Ember just used for his bath. Well, at least I know where Ember's been in the past few days, at least it wasn't Racetrack's bath water. Who knows where that body has been. Bad mental image there, Get out of my HEAD!