Sorry I took so long for this update! Hopefully I'll be able to update more this week. Please R&R, and thanks to all my reviewers!

Newsies' POV

Back at the Delancey's house, there was stuffing all over the floor, books were ripped open, and pictures hung and were cracked. Most of Oscar's poker buddies were scrawled on the floor, nursing various wounds. The Newsies were getting ready to leave, though some of them were on the floor, too. Most of them were ransacking the fridge.

Jack and David were looking things over, checking out rooms just to see what else Oscar had hidden in his house. All they found were a couple of broken bottles and dust. But Jack did find one picture of Oscar and Morris, with a little girl about seven. She had very dark hair and bright greens eyes. Jack pocketed the picture, deciding to figure it out later.

He saw Race walk by, looking worried. "Did she make it, Jack?" He asked.

"Yeah, Race," Jack said absentmindedly. "She got out."

"Good," Race sighed, looking hugely relived. "That goil ain't eva' leavin' my sight again." He went off to go talk with the boys by the fridge.

Jack looked at David. "You should go home, Davey." David tried to protest, but Jack convinced him his family would be worried, and David agreed, without another protest. Jack sagged against the wall, hands running through his hair.

'Why did I kiss 'er?" he wondered. 'We'se never had nothin' romantic goin' on. Plus you don't like her, you like Sarah Jacobs!' but Jack couldn't even deny it to himself, he had fallen for Jinx. From the day he saw her, he knew she was someone special. But he really loved Sarah. 'I don't even know that, anymore.' He thought. 'She doesn't even want to stay in New York.' And it was true, she seemed to be extremely ecstatic about going to Boston.

"'Ey, Jack," Boots called, bringing Jack back to reality. "We'se gonna get goin' home." Jack walked with all the other tired Newsies out the door. He caught up with Race and Spot.

"Hey, Cowboy." Spot said. "Some night, huh?" he said.

"Yeah, some night." Jack replied, eyeing the purple bruise on Spot's jaw.

"But we got Jinx back!" Race said, smiling.

"Yeah, we'se did." Jack, smiling a little. "So's, Spot," he turned to the Brooklyn Newsie. "You'se gonna stay at da Lodge?"

"Naw," he answered. "I'se gotta get home to me Newsies. If I don't show up, they'll come lookin'." Jack and him spit shook one more time, and Spot turned and headed back in the direction of the Brooklyn Bridge, his buddies trailing behind.

Jack and Race walked along in silence. The night was filled with the sound of crickets singed and the wind whispering to the leaves. Race took out a cigarette and lit it up with a match. He sucked in and exhaled a cloud of smoke that was caught by the breeze and disappeared.

"So, uh," Jack said. "are you into Jinx?" he asked bluntly. Race looked surprised, and choked on a lungful of smoke.

"No," he coughed. "She's just a good friend, nothin' romantic." Then he stared at Jack. "But you do." He stated.

Jack just kept on walking. "I know, but she doesn't like me. And Sarah's still in the picture." Race shook his head.

"Jack, Sarah's going to Boston, and there ain't nothin' anyone can do 'bout it. She's already moved on, so's you'se got to, too." It hurt Jack to hear the truth. He thought Sarah wouldn't just dump him, but apparently she already did.

"I dunno, Race." He sighed. "Goils, they do this thing where dey make ya feel something real special, and it won't just go away." Race nodded.

'I don't know a whole lot about the goil world, Jacky-boy, but I do know this: You'se can only have one."

Jack laughed a little. "Believe me Race. I know that, too."

Sorry this is so short! Hopefully more will be on the way! Tell me what you think. Oh, and I don't own Newsies. Review!