Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters from the Disney movie, "Newsies." The only characters in this story that I claim ownership over are Chaos, Cricket, and the Brooklyn newsies that were not included in the movie.

AHHHHHHHHH. Last chapter.

It's long. Compared to the chapters I've been posting lately, anyway. So here goes.

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I slumped in the booth seat and tried to focus on the text of the menu, but it was no use. I tapped my fingernails nonstop against the table and my leg bounced uncontrollably. Ghost looked over the top of his menu and raised an eyebrow at me. "Uh... Chaos?" he asked. "Could ya stop dat?"

"Oh god, I can't take dis anymore!" I exclaimed, throwing my menu onto the table. "Everyone's lookin' at me, everywhere I go!" I said, dropping my head into the palm of my hand.

After the whole "scene" down at the distribution desk, Spot and I sort of just went in different directions without so much as another word to each other. The entire day, people would just look in my direction and whisper to one another while I was trying to sell. The creepy thing was, it wasn't just newsies. Word had spread to people who weren't even there to witness it.

Ghost raised his eyebrow even higher and smirked at my sudden outburst. "Well I don't blame 'em. You'se da goil who was suckin' face wit Spot Conlon in front of all of Brooklyn."

"I wasn't suckin' face!" I shot back defensively. "And whadda ya talkin' bout, all of Brooklyn!? Stop exaggeratin'!" Ghost innocently shrugged. "I'se a newsie. It's what I do. Anyway, I ain't sayin' it's a bad thing. I always knew you 'nd Spot was gonna get togedda'. You'se exactly like each udda."

"So? Dat don't mean nuttin'." I responded. "What about da sayin' "Opposites attract"?"

"It's a true sayin', ya know." I heard a voice from behind me. Ghost looked up and I turned around in the booth. Spot had come into the diner without being noticed and was standing behind us, leaning the majority of his weight onto his cane.

"Think 'bout it. I'se good lookin', smart, charmin'..." Spot looked towards me. "And you're... well..." His voice faded out as he smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Please, Conlon... Please jus' give it a rest." I begged. I already had a throbbing headache.

Spot transferred his gaze to Ghost. "Is it a'right if I have a few minutes of privacy wit da goil?" Spot asked. "I sorta think... we'se gotta talk." He added. Ghost nodded and stood up, leaving his seat to Spot.

Ghost wandered outside for a smoke as Spot slid into the booth across from me. There was an awkward silence between us as we avoided eye contact. "Guess we gave everyone quite a show dis mornin', huh?" Spot asked quietly, finally breaking the silence. I smiled as I caught his gaze. "Yeah, guess we did..." I replied.

Spot inhaled and let it out as a sigh. "Ya really drive me crazy, Chaos... I dunno anythin' else dat coulda' impelled me to do somethin' like dat in front of all me boys, never mind all da newsies in Brooklyn."

"I drive you crazy? Conlon, dere's been some times where I'se come incredibly close to wringin' yer neck." He smirked at my comment, knowing full well that I was dead serious.

Spot and I heard whispering from across the diner. We both turned our heads and saw Nudge, Haggle, and Flint sitting at a table, staring at us. They grinned at us as Spot glared at them. He slammed his hand against the table and got to his feet, dangerously pointing in their direction. "Any of ya make one comment and prepare to get yer heads bashed in." He threatened.

The grins immediately disappeared from all three faces at once and they turned back around in their chairs. Spot closed his eyes for a second to calm himself and sat down again. He slowly and cautiously picked up my hand that was lying on the table, lacing his fingers with mine.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as my gaze went from our hands to his eyes. "Look, Chaos... What I'se about to say, I nevah do anythin' like dis. So you'se gonna hafta gimme a break." He said in a hushed voice. I nodded slowly and stared at him with my eyes wide.

"Despite how much ya piss me off, I think... I love ya." He muttered. "Be me goil." Spot bit his lip nervously and looked anywhere but at my eyes. I couldn't even answer. All I could do was stare in awe. The fearless, egotistical king of Brooklyn looked more helpless than a lost puppy. Oh God... What did I do to him? I asked myself.

"Or else." He added. As soon as the words left his mouth, he seemed more relieved. I cracked a smile. There he is.

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"Chaos!" I closed my eyes tighter and hoped that I had been imagining it. "Chaos!!" Nope. Definitely wasn't imagining it. "Leave me alone." I groaned, turning my back to Spot's wake-up call.

The blankets were ripped off of me in an instant. I blindly felt around for them to pull them back up, but I gave up a few seconds later and put my head back on the pillow.

I heard Spot sigh and approach my bunk. He quickly scooped me up into his arms and lifted me off the bunk, taking my arm and placing it idly around his neck. I opened my eyes and found that we were already on our way to the washroom. "Why can't I ever jus' wake up peacefully?" I muttered.

Spot smirked. "Learn to deal wit it, sweets. Some things ain't neva' gonna change." He replied. Spot put me down so I was sitting on the washroom countertop. He put one hand on either side of me and brought his face up to mine. "Now heah's an idea, Chaos. How bout ya stop yer complainin' for once—" Spot kissed me quickly on the lips. "—And get ready to sell."

Neither of us said anything for a few seconds and he kept his face inches away from mine like so many times before. Except this time, there wasn't any bit of tension of anger between us. "I love ya, Spot." I said.

He smiled at me, but it quickly turned into a smirk. "Yeah, I know ya do." He said egocentrically. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the smile that was creeping up onto my face. Spot started to walk away and I jumped down from the counter. "Hey... I thought ya said ya didn't need a goil, Conlon." I asked pensively.

He looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Pfft, when did I say dat? You'se loosin' it, Chaos." Spot said, obviously aware of the exact time and place he had told me that having a girlfriend was completely unnecessary because he "had his boys and his territory."

"Yeah, Guess I am." I called after him. "I'se wit you, ain't I?"

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When I was done in the washroom, I went over to my bunk and sat down to pull on my shoes. Ghost approached me and sat down on the bunk across from mine, leaning in. I looked up as I tied the laces, only to find that he had an extremely serious look on his face. "Listen, dere's someone outside who wants to talk wit ya." He said in a hushed voice. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Who?"

Ghost glanced sideways and saw that Spot was in hearing distance of the conversation. "You'll find out. Jus' make it quick, a'right?" He whispered. With one last skeptical look, I stood up from the bed. Ghost mouthed the word "go!" and I slipped out of the bunk room and down the stairs.

When I opened the lodging house door, I saw that two boys were seated on the curb with their backs turned to me. One of them I didn't know, but the other I immediately recognized as Cricket.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the doorframe. "Spot ain't gonna be happy if he finds out you had da noive to come back heah." I hissed. Cricket turned and looked up at me. The two boys hastily got to their feet. "I know... dat's why I aksed Ghost to get you instead of anyone else..."

"Personally, I don't think ya should be showin' yer face round heah, eidda." I replied mercilessly. He bit his lip and hung his head in shame, nodding slowly. "What do ya want, Cricket? Or "Logan", I guess I should say."

He took a deep breath and avoided my gaze. "Look, Chaos... I know I blew it real bad, lyin' to you 'nd everyone else. And I'se sorry for bein' a good-for-nuttin' rat." Cricket said. "Ah, I wouldn't put it like dat..." I offered. He looked up at me in disbelief. "I'd say you was more like a backstabbin' sneak." I added angrily. His face fell again and he nodded.

"Yeah, you'se completely right. But dat's why I decided to get outta Harlem... I can't deal wit bein' a spy no more, Chaos."

"So ya come to me for help, huh? Afta ya mess everythin' up?" I spat. "I didn't have no udda choice... You'se da closest thing to a friend I'se got." He begged.

I sighed and searched his face, trying to figure out if he was being honest or not. My eyes wandered to the shorter kid standing next to him. "Who's dis?" I asked, motioning to him with the tilt of my head. "His names Twister. He wanted out of da business, too, so I told him to come wid me."

My glare softened as I brought my gaze back to Logan. "I dunno if I can help ya..." I muttered. Honestly, I wanted to. I really liked spending time with him back when I knew him as "Cricket." He seemed like a really great guy underneath all the lying he did, but Spot would never allow him to stay in Brooklyn... Would he?

"A'right, Chaos. I understand," He sighed. "'nd for da record, I'se sorry." He nudged Twister and they turned to leave. "Oh, 'nd congrats on you 'nd Spot. Da whole towns talkin' about ya." He cracked a smile before he started to walk down the block.

I sighed, wondering what I was about to get myself into. "Hey you, suck-up!... Wait up a sec!" I called, running after them. Cricket stopped and looked over his shoulder, waiting for me to catch up. "Listen... I'll- I'll see what I can do. Maybe Spot'll listen to me if I aks him to." I said.

His face lit up. "Really!?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Yeah, but I ain't callin' ya Logan, a'right? You'se stuck wid Cricket." I told him. Cricket nodded quickly and grinned at me before the three of us began to walk back to the Brooklyn Lodging House.

"Da two of ya, listen to me and listen good. Watch every single woid ya say to Spot. Don't ya dare get on his noives." I warned. Twister looked up at me with a little bit of fear in his eyes. "Why...? Is Spot Conlon really as dangerous as everyone says he is?" Twister asked, finally opening his mouth to say something.

I smirked and shrugged at him, putting my hands in my pockets. "Nah. It's jus' dat... Well, gettin' on his noives is my job." I said.

THE END.

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So yet another newsies story finished. Wow. Ehhh, I'm gonna miss writing this story. It was a lot of fun. I hope everyone enjoyed it.

Thanks so much to everyone who read and reviewed. Seriously, you guys made writing this whole thing worth while. Especially the people who reviewed often and/or after every chapter. I'd list you guys, but I wanna get this thing out as soon as I can so you can read it. But you know who you are-- Thanks.

So, of course, I've got another story on the way. Two, actually. But instead of posting them both at once (which would be a huge pain in my ass) I think I'm gonna let you guys choose.

Story number 1: This was, I think, the third or fourth newsies fan fiction I wrote. It's pretty different from the others. It's about a girl who lives off stealing and pick-pocketing because she's homeless. While trying to escape a street vendor when she gets caught, she goes up on the roof and meets a certain newsie. (Not telling who). The girl is extremely quiet and almost scared of other people because of her past, and the newsboy is determined to find out more about her. Since this story is already written, I'll be able to post fast updates.

Story number 2: This is the story that I'm currently working on. I think it's a little better written than the choice above since I wrote that one so long ago. It's about a girl who gets herself thrown into the refuge for something she didn't do in the first place. One of the newsies accidentally comes across her refuge cell (while looking for someone else) and they start to talk every night. I know, it doesn't sound very interesting. But I'm promising you, there's more to it than just that. The down side to this is the updates may be a little slow since it's a work-in-progress.

Alright. So tell me your opinions :)