Wow! Two installments in one night! Thanks for all the reviews by the way! Oh wait, there are none. Please review so I know what you're thinking! Ideas and suggestions (constructive) are welcomed! Happy Writings!

I would like to dedicate this to LucyOfNarnia, my wonderful Beta reader who has helped me oh so much.

~EG Winston

"Heya Race" Spot smirked.

Race grimaced, "Heya Spot"

"How ya feelin'?"

"Neva' bettah, Spot"

Spot smirked, amused at Race's sarcasm. I was starting to hate that gosh darn smirk.

He turned to me, "Who's this, Race? I ain't never seen this newsie befoah. He new? Or should I say, is she knew?"

I gasped, "How did you-"

"Relax, dollface, I been with enough goils to know one when I see one" He said, flicking my cap off with his cane.

I blushed when I realized what he was implying. My long red hair tumbled down and hung around my face. I stared at the ground, ashamed that my secret was out.

A collective gasp issued from the newsies and whispers floated around "You soaked a goil, Scratch!"

The four newsies that had soaked us looked shocked, like, turns-out-your-Pullitzer's-long-lost-son shocked.

"Now" Spot continued, "We needs to figure out what to do with youse"

I looked helplessly at Race, his brown italian eyes bore into me, begging me to not be my usual smart-aleck self.

"Ise goin to keep you, dollface. You may be useful. Race, howeva, get yoah sorry self back to 'Hattan before Ise soaks you. No hard feelins' though"

If Race hadn't looked so scared, I would have soaked 'im for calling dollface.

Race looked shocked, "I cain't leave 'er, Spot! She's my best friend!"

"Ain't that touching. Yes you can leave her, and yes you will leave her. Don't you worry, I won't do anythin' she don't want me to do. For now" he said, completely void of emotion but with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

"Go, Race!" I said, I didn't want to see my best friend get hurt at the hands of this monster.

He just stared at me, confusion and worry echoing in his eyes.

"Now!" I screamed.

Race looked a me, then Spot, then back at me. He walked towards me. A coupla Brooklynites went to grab at him but Spot waved them off.

"Skeeter, I-" then he kissed me, right on the lips, my very first kiss ever, and he ran back to Manhattan.

The moon was illuminating his silhouette, growing smaller in the distance as it ran to safety and I sat watching, at the entrance to H-E-double hockey sticks. This was going to be a long night.

Really short, I know. Anywho, more soon, I'm halfway through the next chapter!

Happy writings!

~EG Winston