A/N: This one is good. Gossip finds out Spot is a Newsie! How will she react?! Well if your wondering stop reading the damn author note and start reading the story! Go on now. Go. Go ahead. Why are you still reading? Read the story!

Disclaimer: don't own newsies, yatta yata, Disney does, yatta, yatta, yatta. You know all this.

I woke up the next morning to see Oscar and Flinch talking, they are dating. I got up and walked over to them. "Hey Gossip." Oscar said

"Hi Oscar what's new?"

"Nothing much and you?"

"Nothing..." I glared at Flinch, did she tell him"

"I didn't tell him about your secret lover." She laughed

"Yeah." Oscar agreed "She didn't tell me why you have been sneaking off to Brooklyn all the time lately." They both laughed, Oscar at his imagined wit and Flinch at my expression.

"He is not my boyfriend!" I yelled as loud as I could for just having woken up.

"I never said that." Flinch said hurt

"Yah well it sounded like it."

"No, no, no I said your lover." They both burst out laughing again, so easily amused.

"You suck." I said and got ready.

"Hey." Flinch said

I turned around "What?."

"I'm kidding you know, you don't have to overreact."

"Yah and I do have to get ready so if you excuse me." I started to
walk away

"I understand, you wont to look pretty for Spot." I turned around and
glared at her. After I got ready I went downstairs.

"Ready?" I asked Flinch who was waiting at the door.
"Yah, lets go."

"Ok." I walked after her.

"So are you going to come to my spot when we are done or are we going to meet at the bridge or something?"

"Yeah that sounds good. I'll just meet you at your spot."

"Ok." She said as we walked up the ramp. Some one was going to
grab her hat but I hit him in the gut before he could.

"I dint even take it yet!" He cried, it was Snitch. He was a pan in the ass.

"Yah but you where going to." I said, then I walked on.

"Good morning Gossip." Weasle said

"Good morning Mr. Wisely." I said

"Finally someone who says my name right."

"Yeah, well what do you expect from newsies?."

"Well here are your papes."

"Thank you." I said and then turned to Flinch "See you in a bit."

"Bye." Then I ran off to sell my papes.

I soon as I was done I ran over to where Flinch sells. When I found her she was handing a man her last paper "FLINCH" I called

She turned around "Yeah." I walked over to her.

"Are you done yet or are you going all newsie on me and getting bad at it?"

Then she punched my "Shut up your just mad because you want to see your boyfriend."

"HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!"

"Ok, ok settle down, god."

"So are you done yet." She held up her hands
"I was done when you accused me of being a newsie." She smiled at me then I grabbed her arm and ran. "God slow down!"

"No. We are supposed to be there already!"

"Fine, at least let go of my hand"

"Are you going to slow down?" I asked as we ran across the Brooklyn Bridge

"Probably." she answered truthfully.

"Then no." I said as I sped up.

"OW!"

"Suck it up yah Newsie!"

"Hey don't call me a Newsie!"

"Than stop actin' like one!" She grumbled something inaudible. Then I stopped, dusted myself off and walked into Redsons.. "Hi Spot."

He was sitting at a table.

"Hay Gossip and I am guessing Flinch right?"

"Yeah." I smiled then I turned to Flinch "Flinch Spot, Spot Flinch."

"Hey." She said

"Hi. So come sit down."

"Ok." I said as Flinch and I sat in the other sided of the table. Spot was wearing a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had pink suspenders on and of course his coin and Key around his neck, cane and sling shoot. But today he didn't have his hat on for the first time...personally I like his hat off...

"So Flinch you and Gossip, you look alike but are you actually sisters?" Spot asked

"Yeah." She replied simply. Did she insist on being a bitch? So I slammed my elbow into her side. She flinched and glared at me so I glared at her.

"Cat fit!" Spot said jokingly. We both laughed "So since you are from Manhattan you prolly' know Jack right?"
"Yeah." I said with a snort

"You don't like him?"

"And you do?"

"I never said that."

"Well the answer is no. He can go die and burn in the pits of Hell."

"No." Flinch said "First I torture him, then her can go die and burn in
the pits of Hell."

"Ya' get all the goils he cheated on, tie him up and lock them all in a room together."

"We are going to have to have a pretty big room then." We both laughed

"So I take it you don't like im'." Spot said sarcastically

"What in the world makes you say that?" Flinch said in the same tone.

"I don't know." Spot said like he was deep in though. Wow he was making jock this is hysterical. Where's a reporter when you need him?

The day was fun and surprisingly enough after that Flinch liked Spot. On the way home Flinch said "He's cute." She smiled "I approve"

I rolled my eyes "Thanks." I said as we walked over the bridge

"Though, so are all monkeys when they're not throwing poop at you."

"WHAT!?" I said

"He looks like a monkey."

"No he does not."

"Yah huh."

"Nuh uh"

"Yah huh"

"Nuh uh."
"Yah huh."

"Lets stop."

"Ok." I agreed. Amazed at how eight year old we acted sometimes when we got beck to our place I played poker with Oscar, Morris, Flinch and Sharp. Sharp was a scabber with silver hair but he was are age. He had dark blue eye which looked kind of weird with his hair. Anyway, he got his name from his obsession with pointy things, one odd kid that boy is. I won ten cents and then went to bed.

The next day when Flinch, Sharp, Oscar, Morris and I where joking around and when we where done selling. We walked past the statue of Horace Greely. Newsies where swarmed it, not that that was unusual. "Well if it isn't our friendly neighborhood scabbers" called Jack from his perch a top the statue, his voice rich with sarcasm.

"Fuck off Cowboy" I hissed, glaring at him. Lately he'd been getting worse and worse. I couldn't stand him, or any of the newsies.

"Testy today are we Miss.Gossip?" he said, grinning. The other newsies laughed in unison. I clenched my fists, taking a half step forward

"Gossip, cool it. They're not worth it" Flinch murmured. I was surprised that she didn't want to fight, but she was right. I began to back down but Jack decided to let his mouth run some more.

"Is the great Gossip backing down from a little fight, tut, tut, tut I thought you where better than that. But I guess you're just as slimy as the Delancey's."

I growled and lunged forward but some one caught my shoulder before I could take more than a few steps. I didn't bother to look to see who it was. I guessed it was a newsie afraid of loosing because there was no way Flinch, Oscar, Morris or Sharp would stop me.

A wide grin spread across Cowboy's face, as if he anticipated something bad was going to happen to me. "Looks like you're in for it now slimy" Cowboy called.

The grip on my shoulder seemed to tighten for a second then loosened so I could have shrugged it off if I tried. Which I was about to, until I heard his voice which froze me in place. "Lay off Jacky-boy" he said, his voice cold. I turned my head slightly, it was Spot looking mad as hell. He caught my eye and winked. "You and you're sister should get outta' here" he said, letting his hand fall to his side.

I nodded, speechless. It was all finally coming together.. He wasn't just some random orphan running around the streets of Brooklyn, he was Spot Conlon, the Spot Conlon … he was a newsie. I turned and Flinch and I ran off to our lodging house.

The next day after selling my papers I wandered towards Brooklyn out of habit. I hardly noticed where I was going until I was at the bridge. I hesitated a moment, debating between sticking to routine or avoiding Spot. I decided to stick to routine and crossed the bridge, hoping to delay the meeting with Spot I knew was inevitable.

As I was walking down a side rode I heard the tell tale scuffling and grunts of a fight. It sounded like it was around the next corner, but I just kept walking. It sounded as if one of the competitors was about to lose, it'd probably be over by the time I got there anyway.

As I rounded the corner I saw the last of the fight, one punch and the loser running off, cradling his left arm against his torso. I stopped dead in my tracks at the end of the street, just my luck. The winner was Spot, I should have anticipated that.

He turned, probably to leave and stopped. He looked surprised to say the least "Uh, hey Gossip" he said, awkwardly. Or as awkwardly as the King of Brooklyn could be.

"You lied to me." I accused. Though it wasn't strictly true, it was enough to make him grimace.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I should have told you. But technically you're as much a liar as I am" he said, though he there didn't seem to be much back-bone behind it. I never expected to see the famous Spot Conlon like this.

"You can't seriously tell me you didn't guess I was a … scabber" I retorted

"Well …."

"Exactly" I said, more sad than mad at this point "Why didn't you tell me?" he mumbled a reply I couldn't hear. "What?" I pressed

"I thought you'd leave" he said "ok, I thought you'd hate me and as corny and pissy and stupid as it sounds I was scared, because … because I like you, a lot, ok? Happy now?" he glared at me, probably because he hated having to admit that.

"Really?" I asked quietly

"Yeah" he shot back. I smiled. We both stayed where we were, he was about 4 feet away from me. Of course I had a boyfriend before but not one I really liked. So I don't know what to do. Was I supposed to kiss him? I sure as hell wanted to. Then we'd walk off into the sunset or something like in the stories. Only problem with that was that it was only 2 and no where near sunset. I guess he was waiting for my response. He had his hands in his pocket and was looking up. So I decided to step forward and touch his hand, pulling it out of his pocket. He looked down at me and smiled. Then I loosened my grip and he frowned, he knew what I was thinking . A scabber dating a newsie and the King of Brooklyn for that matter. How would I tell Oscar, Morris, Sharp...Flinch. She hated him now.

(Flash back to the night before)

When we got to home I jumped on my bed and laid down. Flinch shut our door and then sat on her bed. "What an ASS he's worse then Cowboy." She said, pissed. I sat up and crossed my legs. "Don't you agree?" I still didn't reply, too shocked. "Gossip he lied to you he's a Newsie. And you LIKE him! He is scum a bastard he is like Cowboy!'

"SHUT UP FLINCH!" I yelled "I know I know I know. Just shut up you wouldn't understand, your dating Oscar. I don't wont to like him... I just do."

"I see." She said now calmed down a bit "So your going to betray us?!" Or not "Oscar, Morris, Sharp and me? Is that what your planning to do?"

"I DON'T KNOW! I wish you would just understand thugh."

"I do you are in love with a Newsie did you her me NEWSIE!"

"Flinch..." I whispered

"Yah?"

"Please" I begged "Please Flinch please."

"Ok, good night."

"Good night Flinch."

(Flash back over)

"Spot..."

"Yah Gossip?" He said slightly tightening his grip on my hand.

"How...?"

"I don't know I guess you could come to Brooklyn as a Newsie."

"Or you could come to Manhattan as a scabber." I looked at him, we both knew neither would work "or we could keep it a secret"

"Yah... I think that's what we have to for now." he sighed.

"Well none of your Newsies know I'm a Scabber I could be just a random goil and so I could hang out here with you." I said

"What your afraid of me getting in a fit with Oscar and Morris and gettin' hurt?" He smiled

"No I'm afraid for them." I smiled back

Then he kissed me on the forehead and said "It's ok like you said we can hang out here."

"Yah." I smiled. He then kissed me on the lips.

We stayed like that for a minute or so and when we broke Spot was frowning and then said "You probably should start walking back I'll walk you to the bridge if you like?"

"Ok." I sided as we turned towards the bridge.

He was holding my hand and smiling I guess nether of us thought the other one would feel the same after they found out what they were. Actually it was quite funny when you thought about it. The King of Brooklyn was dating a scabber from Manhattan. Then Spot laughed and said "Does Flinch hate me now?"

"No."

"Really?" He said shocked

"She completely despises you and thinks you're worse than Cowboy."

"Oh..."

"Yah." I laughed, I always thought if I ever met the king of Brooklyn we'd be trying to kill each other, not holding hands. Destiny its funny like that. A few minutes later we got to the bridge.

"Bye Spot" I said. He leaned down and kissed me.

"Bye Gossip." He said when we broke. I walked across the Bridge towards home.

When I got in mine and Flinch's bed room she was sitting on her bed legs and arms crossed. "You when to Brooklyn dint you?"

"What's it to yah?" I was getting pissed at her for being so hard on me. I was hard enough on my self already. Before she responded I said "At least it shouldn't be anything to you. We're sister's which means we supports each other no matter what. Remember all the times I supported you even when I was against whatever you where doing. Because you're my little sister and I wouldn't let you down. And you repay me by yelling at me and thinking my boyfriend can go rot in hell"

"He's a Newsie!"
"Oh like you haven't done worse things than date a newsie!"

Flinch was about to say something but stopped herself "I'm going to bed." Even though she hadn't apologized she had shut up, so I went to bed.

The next few weeks I went to Brooklyn every day and Flinch didn't apologize but she also didn't yell at me any more, so that's an improvement right? Oh well I really don't care what she thinks I was happy and that's all that matters. Until one day when I went to meet Spot in the middle of the Bridge. I was standing right smack dab in the middle when I herd yelling. I turned to see Boots, Cowboy and some kid with really curly hair. "Well if it ain't it Gossip." Cowboy said "What are you doing here?" he asked

"I was about to ask you the same question."

"Well what is it then?"

"It's none of yah business that's what it is." I snapped back

"Ow a little snappy today are we? What did you get stood up? Not
surprising how would wont to date a slimy bitch like you?"

Spot Conlon that's who. Speaking of with where the hell is he? "No, I like the view off the bridge if you must know."

He laughed "So you did get stood up."

"NO! I like the view off the brig. Didn't yah hear me or should I use smaller words?" Where' Spot? Maybe he did...

Cowboy grinned, then the boy behind him asked "Jack, Jack who is she?"

"She's a scabber like Oscar and Morris." Cowboy replied

"They have girl scabbers?" he asked, what a numb skull

"Sadly enough. Don't yah think she'd look great by my side?"

"NO! God don't make me lose my lunch." I said WHERE THE HELL IS
SPOT DAMN IT?! He grunted "So you didn't tell me why you're hear."

Before he got a chance to answer the kid with the curly hair said "We're going on strike."

"Who's we?"
"The Newies." He replied "The prices are unfair."

"Ah that makes sense I knew a Newsie" from Manhattan "wouldn't be done this early."

"I'm a beta' seller than you!" Cowboy yelled

"Sure you are. So what are you doing in Brooklyn?"

"We are seeing if Spot will join the strike it's the only way we can win the strike."

This shocked me is that why he's not hear? "He won't join." I said smugly

"And what makes you say that?" Cowboy said suspiciously. SHIT! How do I know that?

"Not all newsies are as dumb as the Manhattan ones. I am giving them the benefit of the doubt."

"What just because he dint soak ya' the other day? Is that why you think that?" That day, yes but not that part of the day I'm thinking about.

"No like I said just givin' them the benefit of the doubt like I said."

"Ok then... anyways we have to get going." I watched them walk all the way off the bridge and out of site. As soon as they where out of site I decided to go back. With them going to Brooklyn me and Spot couldn't hang out together without being caught. I walked down the streets of Manhattan, worried. Was he going to join the strike? If he did we would be forced to fight each other. I would be split between friend family and the guy I loved. It sounded so cliché, but it was true. Only one thing was for sure, it was going to be hell.

(Spot POW)

I was sitin' on the top of the crates when I saw Boots, Jack and some kid with really curly hear walk up to me. They told me about the strike and as I was listening it was hard just to think about the better of Brooklyn. Me and Gossip would be on opposite sides. And anyways how do I know Jacky boy is for real? So I said no. I was back on the top of the crates thinking about what just happened. Then Reaper walked up to me. "Hey Spot?"

"Yah?" I said sharply, way more sharply then I talk when I'm with Gossip.

"What was that about?"

"They're startin' some strike and they want us to join"

"So what did ya' say?"
"I said no." He nodded and walked off. Nobody (except for Gossip) asks me why. They just respect what I say and go along with it. God I hope she wont be mad at me but messengers from every borough where coming and tellin' me about the strike and how they will only join if I do. I couldn't just leave without one of them seeing me with her. With my luck, well her luck, it would be someone who knew her and what she was. I really hope she isn't mad. But on the other hand she forgave me when I lied to her about being a Newsie and wasn't even mad about it it seemed, well as mad as I thought she would be.

(Gossips POW)

When I walked into me and Flinches bed room she asked "You didn't go to Brooklyn?"

"Why, did you want me to?" I asked sitting on my bed leaning agents the wall.

"No it's just..."

"Yah?" she mumbled something "What?"

"I"M SORRY!"

"Wow."

"What?!"

"Your sorry."

"Yah and?"

"You just apologized."

"And..."

"That is the first time you have ever apologized."

"Really?"

"Yah."

"Wow. This is a historical day." We both laughed. "So why din't you go to Brooklyn? It wasn't because of me was it?"

"No Spot just din't show up."

Flinch got mad "SEE!"
"No he couldn't the Newsies are going on strike..."

"And he's the King of Brooklyn he was probably swamped. Ok fine that's a good excuse." She finished.

"Yeah, but I bumped into Cowboy, Boots and this kid with really curly hair, he was giving me some crap..."

"Sis what's wrong?"

"The strike..."

"Oh yeah, if he joins you're going to be on different sides. Don't worry, he won't join for two reasons, one Cowboy's starting who the hell would believe he'd fallow through and two you"

I smiled "Yeah but, still if he does..."

"But he won't! Come on lets play poker." For the rest of the night we played poker and I went to bed late.

A/N: WOOT! Gossip and Spot are together! But what if Spot joins the strike? What will happen to their relationship? Will Gossip become a Newsie? Will Spot become a Scabber? What about Flinch how is she going to react if the strike starts and her sisters on the other side? I don't know! Oh what yes I do. Sadly though you people are just going to have to read to find out!