Author's Note: Yay for the third chapter! Thanks for all your reviews! I 3 you all! I really do :D

Disclaimer: Alicia, Camille, and Spark are allllllllllllllllllll mine

Kid Blink sat in quiet contemplation on the sidewalk's edge. He was so confused. Mush, who was selling with him that day, didn't understand either. They thought that Camille and Spot were good for one another. So why at the party last night had they barely acknowledged each other? Of course, knowing Spot, he was probably already over Camille and moving on; in which case it was perfectly fine for Spark to pick up the girl on the rebound, for that's what he always did.

"Unless!" Mush sat up suddenly, a thought coming to him. "Unless they're tryin' ta make each othah jealous. She did that with me."

"Why would they both try ta make the othah jealous?" Blink asked "That don't make no sense."

Mush's brilliant idea popped before his eyes. "Yeah, ya right."

Little did they know they had hit the nail on the head with Mush's guess. Spark walked past in a determined fashion at that moment, sending Blink and Mush to their feet as they hastily rushed to catch up with the Brooklyn newsie, hoping to maybe get a look into what was really going on. "Spark!" they called out, and he spun to face them with a grin.

"Hiya, bummahs," he joked, spit-shaking with each of them.

"What brings ya ta 'Hattan t'day? Can't possibly be anothah party," Blink mused.

Spark shook his head. "Nah, I gotta talk ta Chip. Ya know where she is?"

"Sheepshead, with Race," Mush pointed in the direction.

Spark tipped his hat, continuing on his way and leaving the boys with more questions than they had before.

Blink and Mush weren't the only ones worried about Spot and Camille's actions. Alicia was voicing her concerns too. Snipeshooter and Boots were sick of hearing the girl, who was oblivious to the fact that they had their hands clamped over their ears to drown her out. She had been going on and on all morning. The two newsies couldn't believe so much could be said about one topic.

"I mean, Camille's had crushes and stuff before, ya know?" she looked at the younger boys as they nodded their heads, even though they hadn't been listening. This pacified Alicia who moved on with her speech. "I've just never seen her act this way before. She's never been the kind to rush into things, and then there she goes! Making out with that guy while Spot's just across the room!"

Neither Boots nor Snipeshooter felt the necessity to remind Alicia that Spot had also been with someone beside Camille that night, because that would start Alicia on her third Spot rant of the day. Alicia huffed. "I just can't believe…" and the newsies groaned as she began from the beginning. Again.

Race's arm was comfortably placed around Camille's shoulders as they sat, watching the last race of the morning. "Don' be too put off," Race was saying, "That's how Spot is. Ya gotta move on. He's a ladies man when it comes down to it." Camille nodded her head, which was resting against Racetrack's shoulder.

She had hoped that Spot was above that; that she could be the one to change him. But who was she kidding? She had known the kid for a little over a week, she should have known better than to think he was as into her as she was into him. And why did she care so much? She was going back to 2009 eventually…maybe. Stupid boy.

Camille started in surprise as someone landed suddenly next to her and Race. Her heart pounded when she recognized the gold hair and cunning green eyes. "Spark," she whispered.

"How's it goin'?" he tipped his hat respectfully. Then he nodded to their position. "That's the second time I'se come across ya with ya arm around Chip, Race. Ya bettah watch out or Spot'll ban ya from seein' her, too," he warned, half-serious, half-joking.

Camille leaned towards Spark, her eyes narrowing, as Race slowly removed his arm, as if scared Spot would jump out and soak him right at the track. Which was ridiculous really, when Race thought of it, because Spot and him were quite good friends and he doubted that Spot would ever really soak him. "What's that mean?" Camille asked of Spark's previous statement, anger bubbling inside her.

Spark grinned. "It means dis morning I received strict ordahs not ta interfere with ya."

"What, like ya can't talk to me or something?" she practically yelled.

Spark looked off in thought, "Basically."

Camille's eyebrows knit. Race noticed her rage building. "Now Chip," he started, resting his hands on her quaking shoulders. "Don' do anythin' that'll come back 'n get ya…"

But Race's words fell on dear ears, and Camille stood abruptly from her seat. "We're going to Brooklyn," she growled, pulling Race to his feet. She turned to Spark. "Lead the way."

The atmosphere of Brooklyn was surprisingly different from when Camille had been at the party. Instead of being relaxed and easy-going, there seemed to be a tension in the air. She noticed Spark's slight change in how he carried himself. His jaw was now set, and he looked harsher. The Brooklyn newsies they passed on the way looked at Camille and Race like a predator looks at their prey. Race pulled at the collar of his shirt. Spot was one thing, the whole of Brooklyn was another.

"Are they always like this?" Camille whispered to Race. They were flanking Spark, who walked with more and more authority as they went deeper into Brooklyn.

Race nodded, "Except when partyin', then they'se just rowdy."

Camille glanced around the streets cautiously, wondering how it was that Spot ended up as leader. Some of the newsies they passed were massive, with muscles piled on them. But most were of Camille's stature, lean and fit, darting around quickly. She had an odd sense of being home, but quickly shook the feeling out of her mind. A few newsies shouted greetings to Spark, ignoring the Manhattaners completely, while others watched them pass with cold eyes. She was beginning to understand why David hadn't wanted them to go to Brooklyn, it was indeed starting to look dangerous.

Spark led them to the docks, the planks of wood groaning in complaint as they walked. There were newsies swimming and jumping into the water; there were newsies lounging around, talking about their day; there were some newsies playing a game of marbles. And even through all of that, each newsie still held a tough air about them.

The trio stopped at the base of a pile of crates, Spark looking up to the top one. Camille and Race followed his blank stare, seeing Spot perched there, shooting rocks into the spray of water. If he knew they were there, he gave no notice, and a small scowl was forming on Spark's face. Camille raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, but Race pulled her back hard. She glanced at him questioningly, and he merely shook his head. No one disturbed Spot.

They waited for another five minutes. It was clear that Spot had seen them, and even clearer that Spot was ignoring them. Camille crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. "Stop that," Spark hissed.

The girl threw up her hands in annoyance. "This is ridiculous!" she shouted, then turned to face Spot. "Spot, we need to talk."

Spark buried his face in his hands, preparing for the worst. A marble whizzed purposefully past Camille's right ear, making Racetrack jump away from her. Camille rolled her eyes. "You're so childish," she chided, and another stone passed her left ear.

"Be quiet!" Spark insisted from beside her.

"No!" Camille protested, "He's being stupid." She brought her attention back to Spot. "If you don't come down, I swear to god I will climb up there and get you!"

Spot smirked at that, continuing to sling-shot random objects around the docks. That's exactly what Spot wanted. Man, this girl was easy to manipulate…sometimes. Sometimes she was so damn confusing that Spot had no idea what to do, and he felt like knots were tightening inside of him. But he had seemingly played his cards right this round, for Camille had begun climbing.

She stood one crate below him, hands on her hips. "You. Are. Stupid," she told him.

He smirked. "Am I?" he asked with a hint of amusement, then patted the space beside him for her to sit. Camille relented, and plopped down next to Spot.

She had to admit, it was quite a nice view. A girl could get used to looking at the world from that angle. She looked at Race, who was fidgeting with his hat, then over at Spark, who, although he was standing rigidly, had his mouth gaping open. "Lighten up, Race!" she yelled. He chuckled, embarrassed at his uncomfortable condition, and nodded at her, putting the hat back on his head and shoving his hands into his pockets. Spark's jaw snapped shut, apparently over his shock.

Spot spoke to Spark. "Bring him back ta 'Hattan," he ordered, then saluted Race, "See ya at the next party Race!"

Race winked, "Lookin' forward ta it," but he hesitated in following Spark, who had abruptly sauntered off, giving Camille a questioning look. She nodded, assuring him she'd be all right.

"So how am I supposed to get home, Conlon?" she asked quizzically once the two newsies had left.

Spot smirked again, taking aim at a bottle, "I'll escort ya myself," he informed her, shattering the glass with his perfect aim, then, glancing slyly at Camille, added, "If ya wanna go back, that is."

From where the Brooklyn newsies were relaxing on the docks it was quite a scene. The King of Brooklyn sat with his usual authority, and the mysterious girl next to him sat with just as much authority, it appeared. A moment of worry swept through them, but they soon calmed down. Spot wasn't a one woman kind of guy. Then again, he had never allowed anyone to sit on his make-shift thrown…

Snipeshooter, Boots, and Alicia were making their way to Tibby's when the Delancey brothers appeared from the alley. Their maniacal smiling giving Boots and Snipe the creeps. Alicia was, as usual, oblivious. She continued walking, even as the two newsies she was with slowed down, wanting to turn tail and run for their lives. Oscar and Morris had become bitter since being 'let go' of their jobs after the strike. But now they were a bit stunned at the blond newsgirl who had brushed past them without notice. Morris thought her to be very pretty, and he gulped nervously.

Boots and Snipeshooter exchanged a look and continued behind Alicia, who was now humming quietly. Oscar caught up and stepped deliberately in front of her. "'Scuse me miss," he sneered.

Alicia smiled brightly. "You're excused. Bye!" and continued in the direction she had been going, catching Oscar off guard. He kind of liked the girl, so, to get her attention, he tripped Boots, who was nearest him.

The newsie went down hard. "Ow!" Alicia turned to see him sprawled on the sidewalk.

She grinned down at him, "Oh, Boots, you're such a klutz. Did your shoe come untied like last time?"

Boots glared at Oscar as he got up, brushing him off. Snipeshooter piped up in his friend's defense. "No, Oscah did it." Snipe glared too, and Alicia turned to give Oscar the one over.

"You what?" she said, beginning to get angry, and Oscar realized that tripping the little newsboy probably wasn't the best way to catch Alicia's eye. She had come to think of Boots and Snipeshooter as her younger brothers. And no one messed with Alicia's family or friends without paying. Subconsciously she pushed her sleeves up.

Now normally, Alicia was not a violent person. But all of her frustration from the past week or so had built up inside of her cheery body and was ready to escape. She marched right up to Oscar and slapped him across the face hard. "Don't you ever touch him again!" And she smacked Oscar upside the head. Oscar was clueless as to what to do with the angry girl. He didn't want to hit her back, but he didn't want to get beat by her either. Alicia continued to slap the boy senseless until he got it into his head that the best way to escape was to do just that: escape. So he took off running, followed by Morris, who had turned into a wimp once he had seen Alicia's slap-fest with his brother. They bolted down the street, screeching at an unusually high pitch.

Alicia clapped her hands together, and decided she'd like a roast beef sandwich. Boots and Snipeshooter cheered the rest of the journey to Tibby's.

Author's Note: There you have it! Chapter three! I realize it's a little bit of a filler, but now it leads up to Camille and Spot's talk, and that's going to take longer to write, and I didn't want you guys to think I had carelessly left you hanging! We also get to see a little bit of what Alicia is doing, so that's good! :D Review!!

Also: APRIL 1-8th is Spot Week! ENTER!!...after reviewing of course :D