I am so sorry this story could not have been longer. I just didn't have anything else to write. Don't worry another story is coming soon for Spot and Firefly. Thanks Lizzy, for being my bestest friend ever! And giving me my nickname, Jane Bennet! :) Bennets 4ever!

Christina Conlon: NEWSIE SISTAHS UNITE! Tanks foah all da help doll!

TWO YEARS LATER, THEY ARE ALL 18!

STORE OWNER POV

Spot Conlon, known by reputation, stepped into my store one afternoon. He was nervously fidgeting with the handle of a gold topped cane. "Got anything in silver, size 8, dat's affordable?" he asked, looking around.

"Yeah, no one buys dese anymoah," I pulled out a dusty black box and handed it to him. He opened it, and his eyes grew wide, there sat the most delicate silver claddagh ever made, nestled into the black velvet. The hands (friendship) held the heart (love) which was topped by a small crown (loyalty) it was a traditional Irish wedding ring, and a good choice.

"How much?" he asked, stunned.

"Two dollars, it's old and no one wants it," I shrugged. I could tell he had the jitters, I was the same way the day I proposed to my wife, Annie.

"Thanks," he handed me the money and walked out of the store, pocketing the small box. I cleaned the counters, and wondered why Spot Conlon, of all people, was getting married.

SPOT'S POV

I walked into the Lodging House, being very sure to hide my anxiety behind a mask of indifference and boredom. I saw Firefly sitting on the dirty brown couch, playing patty-cake with my youngest newsie, Trip. My heart and stomach did flips.

"Trip," I said, "I needs ta barrow Firefly for a minute, important business matters." Firefly had been helping me run the place since she showed up two years ago; she was friends with every newsie, and a mother to the youngsters. We went upstairs in my room, and talked.

"Listen Firefly, I've been saving for a long time, in a real bank and everything. I have enough money for a little house and an acre of land, I even got a job on a farm not far off."

"So, you're leaving me?" her eyes filled with tears.

"No, Jane," I got down on one knee and whipped out the box. Her eyes got even larger, "Will youse do me da honor of marryin' me?"

"Spo-Broghan," she used my real name. "Yes," she cried, I stood and slipped the ring onto her trembling finger. Her eyes spilled over in happiness as I picked her up, kissing her, and spun her around. Trip came in, and upon seeing the ring and empty, discarded box, promptly ran back out. Jane and I were on his heels, headed to the docks with Drop in tow.

I climbed onto my throne, and hauled Drop up after me.

"Listen," I got the attention of all the newsies below me. "Ise getting married! To Jane! So Drop heah, is da new leada. Listen to him real good, I promise Ise'll be around ta check on youse. So don't do anytin dat would make me have ta come back early," I shouted, every newsie was clapping or whistling. I handed Drop my slingshot and a pair of new red suspenders. Then climbed down, linked hands with Jane, and headed to Manhattan. This good news just couldn't wait. What I didn't expect was the wedding invitation upon our arrival. Jack and Books, and Race and Ace!

Books and Jane and Ace were all crying together and talking about making plans to visit each other, and we men were talking about the wedding presents we were getting our future wives. Jack had saved up to buy a home in Santa Fe, but decided on a small horse farm instead (much to the delight of Books). Race had bought a small apartment on the edge of town, not far from Jack, Books, Jane or I. Life was good.

THE CONLON WEDDING, JANE'S POV

I walked down the isle, all of my newsie friends turning to face me. My dress was lacy and fit just right (Thanks Medda) and my small white boots were the same ones I wore when I was kidnapped. Spot stood at the alter, a clean black dress coat and spotless pants. I smiled and blushed, making Race smile. He was always teasing me about my blushing, and you could count on me to be that kind of bride. Once I reached the front, Spot and I linked hands and listened to the priest say the rites. We were saying 'I do' then kissing, then running out into the carriage (Thanks again Medda) and headed for our new home. The day went by in such a rush.

FIVE YEARS LATER

CONLON HOUSEHOLD

NARRATOR'S POV

On July 4th 1906, everyone gathered at the Conlon's house for a celebration. They laughed, ate, joked, and enjoyed each other's company.

Race, now Toni; and his wife Ace, now Emily, had a daughter Kari. Kari was three, and had dark curly hair and green eyes. She was also a very loud little girl, which Emily swore was Toni's fault. Toni and Emily had moved out of the apartment when Kari was born, and into a country home a mile from Jane and Broghan Conlon. Hey owned a couple of race horses, and a nice garden. Toni became a professional horse trainer, and Emily was a part-time seamstress.

Elizabeth and Jack Kelley (he had officially and legally changed his name) had a small farm that bred horses. Books enjoyed riding immensely, and Jack enjoyed teaching their four year old daughter, Rose, how to. Books had written a series of short stories, a play, and a book. All of them were popular, and this upheld their family, as well as their horse business. Everyone lived within two miles of each other, and the families visited often. Jack and Books made it their job to send out horse-drawn wagons for their visiting friends. Soon, this too was a business and people would call 'Kelley Cabs' for short notice rides, or hire them for hay rides for children's parties. The family thrived.

Jane and Broghan Conlon were blessed with four year old twin daughters. Samantha and Elizabeth. Sam looked just like her father, complete with blue eyes and smirk. Sam was loud and straightforward. Elizabeth was like her mother, calm and rational. But beware if you get in her way, or try to hurt her sister…she would be after you. Sam had blond hair, but Lizzy had brown hair. The only thing that was backwards about them. Broghan still stopped by the Brooklyn Lodging house to see how things were going with Drop, Catch and the gang. He worked with Jack at his horse farm, and as Jane had hoped…she became an actress. Medda had gotten older, and needed someone to come in when she was sick, so she hired Jane as a part time actress. She too, was popular among the higher society of New York City.

You wouldn't think newsies could have such great lives like this did you? They'd all grow up and work in dull old factories, and live average lives? But sometimes, things can change…they just get better for some people. Everyone remained friends, Mush, Blink, Skittery, Crutchy, Grin, the whole gang got together once and while. This time it was the Conlon's turn to host. When everyone was settled down in the comfortable living room, little Sam shouted a story request to her mother. "Mommy, I want to hear about when you and Daddy met!"

"Alright, I guess. Since it is a special occasion, and that is your favorite; here you go.

'Lizzy! Look, it's him!' I squealed as Spot Conlon appeared on the screen. We were in our dorm at the private Academy For The Advanced Arts; AFTAA for short. I was taking a major in Musical Theater; our homework assignment was to watch Newsies (which I practically knew by heart) and impersonate a character for a day, I had already chosen Spot Conlon."

It started with a Wish Come True, and ended with a Wish Gone Wrong, Right?

Look for "The Brooklyn Bride" coming soon to a fanfiction near you! :)