A/N: Hello, all! Now…this chapter should be interesting…not because of the cliffhanger or anything like that…but because I may be deviating from my original plan. Basically, I didn't realize how many times The League taunted the newsies, saying something along the lines of "You're going to be obsolete, so just give up and get out of New York"….pretty much every chapter….and then I looked at my plan this morning, and it says-I kid you not-for the first two bullet points:

"Rich boys taunt Newsies again, specifically Les, Crutchie (who I guess I thought would be better at this point…nope!) Snitch, Juliet, and Romeo, who along with Specs is still healing (also apparently thought that Romeo and Specs would be better-ish at this point…nope!)"

"Leader tells Newsies that they're going to get run out of town, so why bother fighting back, Newsies say they're going to anyways, while they're doing this…." (the rest of that is something I will actually put into the story, just in a different way.)"

So, you can see that I didn't really realize how much the rich boys would be taunting the newsies when I wrote this…so I'm probably just going to word-vomit this chapter and see what happens! There should still be 12 chapters to the story, it won't change that…you'll just get to see the word-vomit of an 18-year-old writer who has no idea where she's going with this chapter-except for the end. ;) Oh, and just curious-did anyone catch the reference to fanfiction writers (specifically myself) in the last chapter? I think it's in the beginning…when Jack's thinking about how much they've been attacked recently. ;) I'm going to try to get two chapters out tomorrow ("try"), so you're not left on the horrible cliffhanger that is Chapter 8.

DISCLAIMER I DON'T OWN NEWSIES AND NEVER WILL I JUST LIKE WRITING ABOUT THEM BECAUSE IT GIVES ME JOY!

Responses to reviews:

Biankies: Yeah, I don't think they were thinking all that much…and I agree-push them off a bridge and send them to Urinetown! (I did that musical sophomore year…like 3 people (and hundreds offstage) get pushed off of a building…) I agree-I actually got up at like 10 this morning, and my sister said "Hi" or something like that, and I was just like "Uuh…." ;) Yeah, it would be nicer if we were all night owls. I hope this is fast enough for you…and I'll see what I can do (before I leave for college)!

Fansie Face: Yep, that's the reference! I thought of it two seconds before I wrote it, and figured at least you'd get it, since you like Harry Potter so much… Yeah, AKB and Ryan Breslin and Ben Fankhauser are fantastic…and I can totally sing Davey's entire part in "Seize the Day" and "Watch What Happens (Reprise)"…since I'm an alto, and it's right in my "male octave". ;) Haha…it took me looking through the booklet to find it-he sings "A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races"…I think that's the line, but it comes right after whoever sings "A pair of new shoes with matching laces", which I think is Race. It's right in the beginning, but it's the only solo I've heard him have on the OBC CD. Haha…yeah, maybe Job wasn't the best idea…and don't go into shock, Hulu! I need FansieFace to keep being awesome! Haha…you'll see what happens to them soon!

S. Castro: Yep, Pulitzer's definitely being nicer to them now…and yeah, Judge Bolger'll be reappearing soon! Yeah, they didn't really think that out very well…or the part about kidnapping the girls…they just aren't really good at thinking through things. ;) Yah, The League just needs to get smacked in the face….and yep, I told ya! ;) Hopefully you like this chapter!

CLIFFHANGER ALERT!

Enjoy "A Rich Man's Newsie" Chapter 7!

"The newsie filth won't know what hit them."

That night, Juliet hung out for a while in the Soaking Room with her three older brothers. It seemed to put her mind at ease a bit, and it also seemed to buoy the three injured newsies as well. They knew she needed the time with them to quiet some of the conflicting emotions inside of her, and so they were happy to sit and talk to her. Currently, she was telling them about a time from her childhood back with the Comstocks, when she was four and her brother was two. Her parents had thrown a garden party for their friends, and Juliet had been allowed to attend, but her parents had very firmly told her that she could not have any cake until after their friends did. Now, of course, telling a four-year-old "No" is the same as saying "Yes, just don't let me catch you", and so Juliet had gotten her piece of cake…even if it meant wearing the rest. "You knocked da entire cake ovar?" Crutchie asked, laughing. Juliet nodded, a bright grin on her face. "Yep-my parents was furious, but I was jus' glad I got ta eat da cake!" All of the newsies laughed. "Course, den I tried ta git away from my parents, who was chasin' afta me, an' ended up slippin' an' fallin' down three flights a stairs…I's pretty accident-prone…" she smiled.

"Apparently…an' ya's definitely accident-prone now! I mean, who else would trip down da Lodging House steps most mornin's?" Romeo teased his sister, who stuck her tongue out at him. "At least I ain't da one who ran inta a spotlight couple days ago." She grinned at Specs, who groaned good-naturedly. "I's told y'all a hundred times-I couldn' see were I was goin'-someone 'ad taken my glasses!" The others started all out laughing, which continued as Jack and Davey opened the door and grinned at each other. It was good to hear their siblings laughing again.

"Juliet-ya gotta go ta bed now, kiddo. We's gotta lotta sellin' ta do in da mornin', wat with the rich boys not bein' able ta sell da papes now-unda ordars from Pulitzer himself." Jack told her. Juliet groaned. "Awh, come on, Jack-five more minutes?" Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry, kiddo-ya knows da rules. We's gotta git ta bed early on sellin' days." His sister looked back at Crutchie, Specs, and Romeo and rolled her eyes, and all of them chuckled in return. "Go on, Juliet-we ain't goin' noweheres, so we'll keept talkin' with ya tomorrow, alright?" Crutchie muttered. Juliet finally nodded, slowly sliding off of the end of Crutchie's bed. Davey slid into a chair nearby, clearly being the newsie who was looking after the soaked newsies that night. "'Ey, Jack…" Romeo murmured, "Wat's gonna happen with da three a us not able ta sell…how's dat gonna work wen we gits back an' has ta start payin' for papes again?" Jack smiled down at him. "Don' worry, kiddo-Katherine told me dat wen you's is getting' back ta sellin', she's gonna help ya out with buyin' da papes, until ya can keep buying 'em yourselves. She is kinda rich, ya know." Romeo sighed as he slumped back against his pillows, clearly relieved. All of the injured newsies had been worried about how they were going to afford buying papers to sell once they recovered, since Crutchie would be out of commission for two months, and Romeo and Specs possibly four. The news that Katherine would be helping them out definitely helped them relax a good deal. "Now, git some sleep, an' don' give Davey any trouble, alright?" Jack declared to the three younger newsies, who nodded.

"Don't worry, Jack-they'll be all right. Now you and Juliet go get some sleep-we do have to sell papers in the morning." Davey ordered. Jack smirked at him, before dragging Juliet out of the room. As they left, the three soaked newsies shifted position, trying not to let out a pain-filled groan. Davey was wise to that, however, and simply raised an eyebrow at them. The others sighed, embarrassed at being found out. Davey grinned at them. "Come on-I would be surprised if you all weren't in pain, what with all of the injuries you seem so in favor of accruing." Crutchie, Specs, and Romeo looked confusedly at each other. They had understood most of his sentence, but then he started using "rich-man speak", and they had no idea what he meant. Davey knew this, and rolled his eyes. "It means-just drink the painkiller. We all know you need it." His brothers tried to get out of it, but Davey just stared them down until they finally agreed. Within minutes, Crutchie and Specs were both out, and Romeo was almost out. As Davey pulled the blankets up on his now-sleeping brothers, Romeo quietly asked, "Juliet? Is…is she okay? I heard 'bout what she tried ta do…" Davey turned to him, a quiet grin playing across his face as he crouched down to meet his little brother's gaze. "Yeah, Romeo-she's worried about you three, especially you and Specs, but we're keeping an eye on her, and she's doing better. Just keep being there for her when she's hanging out with you, all right?" Romeo nodded, grinning at his older brother. Davey grinned back at him. "Good-now go to sleep. You aren't going to get better without some rest, now are you?" He ruffled Romeo's hair, and the younger newsie glared weakly at him before falling asleep. Davey sighed relievedly, and went back to the chair he was sitting in before, resting his legs on Crutchie's bed and preparing himself to spend the night looking after his brothers.

The next morning, the newsies got up quickly, and headed for the distribution center. Jack had left Mush and Les to look after their downed brothers, with strict instructions not to let them out of bed, except to use the facilities when necessary. When they arrived at the distribution center, they were relieved to see that there were two police officers standing next to the Delancys, and that all of the papers appeared to still be in the room. "You are the newsies, correct?" one of the officers asked.

Jack nodded. "Yes, sir, we is." he replied. The officer nodded, and gestured at the papers. "Have at them, then. Those League members were here earlier, but Morris and Oscar didn't let them take any of the papers-we made sure of it." Jack smiled gratefully at them. It was slightly odd, working with the cops, when Pulitzer had called on them to help soak the newsies in the strike in October, but it seemed that just as Pulitzer had begun to soften towards them, the cops were starting to thaw out as well. "Thank ya, sir. We definitely appreciate for it." The officer smiled back and nodded. After getting their papers, the newsies spread out to their corners. They finally had enough papers to sell by themselves again, which felt good to each newsie. Not that they didn't like selling together, but they usually did better selling by themselves-unless they were like Les and Snitch or Romeo and Juliet, who were practiced professionals at selling together. They were also happy to reclaim their normal corners, with no rich boys stealing them. The public also seemed to be relieved, as they flocked to the newsies to buy the newest paper. Race was the newsie nearest to Juliet, and he made sure to keep an eye on Juliet (well, Finch was also near her, but he didn't know about her 'run' two nights ago, so he wasn't watching her that much.) During lulls in selling, she would sometimes look melancholy, as if happy to be selling again without the rich boys nearby, but also sad that Romeo, Specs, and Crutchie weren't out there selling with them. Jack was also keeping an eye on the newsie in between him and Race, which was Davey. He had spent the entire night looking after his brothers pretty much without any sleep, and so Jack was keeping a close eye on him. He had already decided that when they got back to the Lodging House, he was going to force Davey to get some sleep, even if the other newsie protested. His siblings didn't call him their leader for nothing-Jack would keep persisting until the other newsies finally agreed to follow his orders (which most of the time were good ones).

They didn't see much of the rich boys that day-they seemed to be scattered out around the streets, not saying anything, just quietly observing. If they saw a newsie glaring at them, they would sneer and leer, but not taunt them, like they normally did. It made Jack a bit suspicious, but he figured that they were afraid to try anything, what with the newsies being on high alert, and the police officers who were standing in the shadows watching over them. However, from what the other newsies had reported, there were only ten of the twelve League members out on the streets. Two of them-Jaden Coldfrost and Mitchell Renard Smith-were nowhere to be seen.

"Quiet! They'll hear you!" Jaden muttered. He and Mitchell were standing outside of the Lodging House, trying to get onto the balcony outside of Juliet's dormitory. Mitchell was currently standing on Jaden's shoulders, slowly pulling himself up to the balcony. "They won't hear me-they're all out selling, and the five that aren't are in a room on the complete other side of this shack! They won't hear me unless I fall down or something!"

Jaden scowled. "Just hurry up and get in there-we still have another stop!"

"I know-quit nagging me!" Mitchell finally drug himself onto the balcony, and stood up, sliding the door to Juliet's room open. Once inside, he looked around the room, finally spotting the bed that the younger girl slept in. He slowly walked towards it, listening for any signs that a newsie might have heard him and would be on their way, before arriving at the bed. He placed a half-sheet of paper on top of the bed, with some writing scrawled on it. Then, he headed back out to the balcony, closing the door behind him. "We're good here-let's get to Pulitzer's before anyone starts looking for us." he said, slowly lowering himself off of the balcony with help from Jaden. Once he was down, the two quickly slunk away from the Lodging House and headed for Pulitzer's house. They had figured out which window was Katherine's from keeping an eye on her the night before, and now moved towards it. This time, Mitchell boosted Jaden up towards the window. "Is it clear?" Mitchell queried. Jaden nodded, and Mitchell pushed him up further towards the window, since the outside of the house was solid brick. Once inside, Jaden did the same as Mitchell had done, placing a half-sheet of paper on Katherine's bed, before climbing out of the window and sliding to the ground while Mitchell kept him from falling and breaking his neck. As they left, the boys cackled slightly and high-fived. "Now all we have to do is wait." Jaden grinned, and Mitchell smirked back.

They had done their part. Now they just had to wait for the newsie women to take the bait.

Thanks to the surge of public attention, the newsies had sold very well and very quickly. They had even sold out early, which gave them more time to enjoy the sunshine and play around in the warm air. Les and Snitch had managed to swipe a pie from a vendor when he wasn't looking, and once their brothers and sisters (and them, of course) had finished it off, they spent almost an hour tossing it between themselves and trying to catch it in different ways. After a while, they headed back for the Lodging House. They tramped in, before heading for the Soaking Room to hang out with Crutchie, Specs, and Romeo. As they did so, Jack stretched out his arm, stopping Davey from entering the room. "Davey-ya spent da whole night looking afta da three a dem. Ya barely lasted through da day a selling. Ya need ta go git some sleep. Dey'll still be here when ya wake up, but as your friend and leader, I's tellin' ya-go git some sleep. I ain't lettin' ya in dere until ya do." Davey glared at him, surprised that Jack was ordering him to do something, but he knew deep down that Jack was simply worried about him. "I wouldn' ask ya ta unless I knew it was good for ya…and ya has bin up for more den twenty four hours." Jack said. Truth be told, Davey was extremely tired, and (though he personally couldn't see it), Jack could clearly see him swaying slightly where he stood, and that his friend was clearly fighting to keep his eyes open. "Davey," he said, making sure to keep his voice low, gentle, and soothing, "go git some sleep. We all knows ya need it." His brother was stubborn to the end, but he finally nodded. As he turned around, he stumbled, and nearly fell over-but Race was there to catch him. "I'll git dis idiot ta bed-ya worry 'bout da othars." his lieutenant grinned at Jack, who nodded in thanks. He knew he could trust Race to get Davey to sleep, since Race was just as persistent and naggy as Jack himself was. And he wasn't afraid to sit on people's legs to keep them from getting up (unless, of course, they were injured). As the two walked off, Jack opened the door to see his siblings sitting on the beds, telling their injured brothers about how both Mike and Sniper ran into streetlights trying to catch the pie pan. Romeo was laughing out loud, while Specs and Crutchie were trying very hard not to laugh at their brother's annoyed faces. "Hey, at least ya ain't like Jack…he ran inta a buldin' a little ways afta we met!" Crutchie finally managed to get out. Jack fake-glared at his brother. He was glad to hear his brothers and sister laughing again. He was also glad to see Juliet on Romeo's bed, curled up under his left arm. She was making sure not to aggravate any of his injuries, but was resting her head on his chest, and looking fully content. For his part, Romeo was careful to keep constant physical contact with his younger sister, keeping his arm around her and resting his chin on the top of her head. He was one of the most adept of the newsies at using physical contact to comfort and show love to Juliet, and he knew that she would need it from him the most. Jack smiled at the sight. He would say this about his siblings-they knew how to look after each other.

Later that night, Jack had had to kick Juliet and a few other of the boys out of the Soaking Room again. He had inwardly chuckled at how stubborn his younger siblings were (maybe they learned it from him), but had made sure that they had gone off to bed. He was also sure to make sure to check in with Race, to make sure Davey got to bed. Race informed him that yes, he had gotten Davey to go to sleep, and hopefully the boy would be out for a long time. When they had arrived at the Lodging House, he had managed to swipe one of the sleeping pills the doctor's apprentice had given them for Juliet, and had managed to get it into the small glass of water that Davey had drunk before he went to sleep. His brother had realized quickly what Race had done and glared at him before drifting off, but the lieutenant wasn't sorry-Davey needed to sleep for a long time, and that's what it would take.

As Juliet entered her dormitory, she suddenly got the sense that something wasn't right, like someone had been in her room. She was fine with her brothers coming in her room whenever (except when she was changing, of course…), but it felt like there had been someone else in the room. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the feeling. Of course there had been no one in her room-Mush, Les, Crutchie, Specs, and Romeo had been in the Soaking Room all day, and everyone else had been selling. There hadn't been…anyone in her…

She suddenly gasped in shock. There, sitting on her bed, was a half-sheet of paper, fluttering slightly in the breeze flowing in from the minutely open balcony door. She quickly closed the balcony door, before padding back to her bed and picking up the sheet of paper. She took a deep breath and then looked down at the paper, her heart jumping into her throat at what she read.

"If you want us to stop harassing and assaulting the newsies and to leave them alone, come to the west side of Central Park at seven o' clock at night tomorrow to talk, and we'll consider stopping."

A/N 2: So, what do you think Juliet'll do? There's still 5 chapters left, so I figure you guys can figure it out…That chapter actually was complete and utter brain-vomit…the only thing that I had originally planned for was the rich boys leaving the papers and Juliet finding it…but what I did write turned out well, right? ;) I enjoyed writing the brief Jack/Davey bonding bit, as well as how Race got him to sleep…I really enjoy this chapter as a whole! The next chapter'll be out sometime tomorrow, and then there's probably going to be a break between that chapter and Chapter 9, as I'm moving into Multnomah University on Thursday...and have orientation all weekend…I could have it out as early as Sunday, but it might be Monday, depending on how much orientation stuff I have to do on Sunday (since each of these chapters takes like 5 hours or so to write…seriously, I start writing at 11am, and don't finish until 4pm). I also am super happy, because I like to read my chapter on after I post it, to check for spelling/convention mistakes, and last chapter there was only ONE! YAY! ;) Hopefully there's none in this chapter! ;)

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I'll see you all soon!

God bless,

1monster2