A.N. Hey guys so I'm back! I know that I've said that before but now I'm ferrr surious. My life has changed a lot recently and I've really wanted to put more time into writing. Not until I watched the newsies last week was I motivated to do anything about this rekindled need to write. I really hope that there are some people who still love me/my story out there. It might take me a couple tries to get this all right but here it goes!

Disclaimer: ohh I love this part. YEAH I OWN THE NEWSIES! not.

Spot and I quickly got into the car once Robert finally arrived to pick us up. I made quick eye contact with him and gave him a glare he would not want to see again. Once I got in I looked back and saw Spot avoiding eye contact with both Robert and me for reasons I couldn't understand. On the way back to my house no words were said which made for a very awkward silence between Spot and me. I couldn't help but sneak looks at Spot to try to figure out why he was quiet but every time I looked up at him his eyes were glaring down at me. When the car eventually came to a stop and the door magically opened Spot and I climbed out. Being the gentleman Spot is, yeah right, he said thank you to Robert while I walked right past, still upset from him not showing up on time. The two of us walked to the doors and I could instantly tell something was very wrong with Spot. He stood stiffly and walked quickly through the doors and up the stairs, ignoring the calls from the other newsies in the kitchen. Not wanting questions to be asked about Spot when I didn't know the answer I followed suit and swiftly walked upstairs to my room. I quietly opened my door and jumped back a few inches because what I was looking at caught me by such a surprise.

Standing half naked in front of me was the toned and very tan Alex 'Spot' Conlon who looked very surprised to see me in the room with him.

"What ah you'se doin' in heah?" Spot asked me venom on every word.

"This is my room and I'm tired from today's events. I came up for a nap." I said, my nose in the air to show him who was boss.

"Yeah yellin' at some helpless guy must be pretty tire'n." He said, still glaring down at me.

"I told him strictly to be where he was supposed to be and at what time. It is his job, his duty, to be there."

"Yeah but dere was no need to yell at da poah man!" Spot said, tone raising with every syllable.

"Yes. There. Was. He works for ME Spot Conlon. And when I want something done in a certain way it WILL be done!" I was practically shouting in Spot's face at this point. He took a few steps closer so I could almost feel the heat radiating off his body, see the sparkle of the sweat that was barely glistening on his chest. You could tell it was over 90 degrees from how wet his hair was getting from being under his cap all day.

"You'se ah such a hoity toity princess. Jus' cause yo daddy got money doesn't mean you'se rule da woild." With that I slapped his chest.

"He. Is. Not. My. Dad!" I exclaimed a punch following every word.

"You'se hit me one moah time an' i sweah to heaven above I will..."

"You'll do what? Hit me back? Gonna go so low to hit a girl?" Challenge was dripping off my every word. After two seconds that felt like two years I flinched towards his chest to hit him. He quickly reached out to get me but I ran back towards the bed. He chased me around the room while I ran away, half screaming, half laughing. He finally chased me into the closet where I tripped over the p.j.s I had been wearing the night before. He quickly fell on top of me making his lips come crashing down onto mine. At first the sensation was strange, not a kiss but a mistake. Then it changed, everything changed. The pressure on my lips lightened as Spot pulled his body off of mine slightly and started kissing me, for real. The butterflies that I felt in my stomach last night when Race touched my hand were back but more intense than ever. The kiss only deepened and soon my hands were all over Spot's wonderfully carved body while his hands softly caressed my hair. I was in heaven and Spot knew it.

Spot's P.o.V.
I was so angry at her, how could this have happened? Once second we are yelling at each other because she's just a stupid princess bitch and won't admit it and the next we're on the floor and I'm kissing her up. Her hands felt so good on my body though. Her hair so soft, lips so experienced but not used up. I didn't know what to feel. Should I feel good cause I got another chick to lay? Should I feel bad for taking Race's girl? Or should I be excited because I finally found a challenge, a girl that wouldn't give it up quickly? Wait, I don't like her! No not her. She's just another random girl that can be replaced anytime. So what she's pretty as a princess, she practically is a princess. She probably wants the same thing from you Spot, sex, then she'll go off with Race after I leave her and they'll get married and be happy forever. Yeah, that's what I want. I don't want anything real. Not after Lucy. Nah. Nobody will ever have the power to hurt me like she did. Never.

I know it's wicked short but I will be updating a lot this week and hopefully finishing this story up really soon. I have a lot of free time on my hands before school so I should update quickly! Everyone has full rights to yell at me if i don't!