The meeting went along pretty well until Queens related all of it's demands for peace. The Queens leader, Tick, accepted Jack's apology since they had been friends for a long time and he didn't need a fight with Manhattan.

There were, however, problems when Tick said, "Da only thing we'se wants from you'se is dat goil dat started all da problems."

Jack immediately responded with, "You'se cant ask dat. I aint gunna turn an innocent goil ovah to you and yer boys. Look what happened last time she went near you'se!"

Tick persisted with, "Dat goil beat up me boys an' she gunna hafta pay fer it. I'se cant jest let her run around wid out bein' punished."

Jack angrily said, "I'se think dat you'se and yer boys beatin' her up da foist time was punishment 'nough fer anyone. I'se surprised dat goil can walk anymore afta da soakin' she got!"

Tick, just as angrily, threatened, "Da beatin' she got from me last time ain't nothin' compared ta what's comin'."

Jack lunged at him, hearing that he was the person that beat Harmony up. "What's wrong wid ya, beatin' up innocent goils on da street!? I'se gunna soak ya!"

Tick began to fight back, giving Jack threats of his own. Spot finally stood up and said, "Shut up, both of you'se!" Both instantly became silent.

"Jack you'se aint carryin' dis meetin' out very professionally. I'se ashamed of ya. An' you'se, Tick. You'se is lucky I'se don't soak ya right now fer beatin' up me goil and den threatenin' her."

Tick's face went completely white. "What da ya mean, 'your goil'?" he asked.

"I'se meant jest what I'se said. Now, I'se think dis meetin' is ovah. You'se got yer apology an' Jack has promised ta be good, so lets go befoah we'se all does somethin' we'se gunna regret." With that Spot picked up his cane and walked off.

"Bein' his goil is enough punishment to satisfy me," Tick muttered walking off in the opposite direction. Jack stood glaring at Ticks back for awhile then turned and caught up with Spot.

"Ya know you'se had me worried fer awhile, Spot. I'se thought dat you'se might be so mad at Harmony dat you'se were gunna let Tick have her or somethin'," Jack confessed.

"I'se wouldn't give me worst enemy ta Tick, let alone a goil I'se care 'bout," Spot informed him.

"Dat's good ta hear. Listen do ya wanna go get some lunch or somethin'? It's kinda pointless ta go sell papes now an' I'se thinks we could both use some time ta relax…don't you'se?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, shoah. Tibby's?" Spot said.

"Wheah else?" Jack agreed.

Just as they were going to walk in, Jack saw Harmony and Blink in a booth in the back. He turned around quickly, running into Spot.

"Hey, watch it Cowboy! Wheah are you'se goin'?" Spot asked angrily.

"I'se was uhh…thinkin' an I'se aint so hungry anymoah…howbout we'se go ta da Lodgin' House an' make shoah all me boys went out an' sold today?" Jack stuttered.

"You'se knows dat all yer boys probably ran outta da Lodging House afta Caps went up der. Deys prolly all think dat I'se a bad influence on ya…" Spot joked.

"Yeah so…uhh…lets go visit Medda. You'se ain't seen her in ferevah…" Jack said trying to edge away from Tibbys.

"What is wrong wid ya? I'se starvin' an gunna go eat!" Spot then walked straight into Tibbys and went to sit down. He stopped short when he saw Blink and Harmony in the back, eating and laughing together. Giving her the coldest glare he could manage he turned on his heals and left.

"You'se was right Jacky-boy I ain't so hungry no more. Ise'll see you'se latah tonight, alright. I jest gotta go blow some steam or somethin'." Spot walked down the street not waiting for an answer from Jack.

Jack shrugged and walked to the Lodging House to get some extra rest. He hoped Spot wasn't going to go do something stupid but figured he would.

"See, I told ya! Spot hates me now! He's nevah goin' ta give me another chance an' I am not beggin' him fer one! I jest have ta move on….maybe we jest weren't meant ta be," Harmony told Blink.

"Look you'se don't know what he's thinkin'! You'se jest gotta have a civil conversation wid him befoah things get outta control. Da last thing dat da boys an' I want is fer you'se an Spot ta be fightin' again. You'se almost drove me crazy!" Blink exclaimed.

"Yeah ya shoulda seen him! He stopped smilin' fer an entire 5 seconds!" came Racetracks voice from behind Blink.

Harmony giggled. "It must have been torture for him!"

"So, you'se seems bettah now, Harmony," Racetrack noticed.

"What you don't like it when I act psychotic and whiney?" Harmony asked with a shocked face.

"Nah, we'se got Davey's sistah ta act like dat," Racetrack joked.

"Why havn't I ever met Davey's sister? I've heard about her but never actually seen her."

"Hey, don't ask why jest be happy 'bout it. She don't come 'round much aftah Jack dumped her. Thank God! I'se was contemplating buyin' Jack two tickets ta Santa Fe jest ta get rid a her," Racetrack said seriously. Everyone laughed. Racetrack joined Harmony and Blink for the rest of the day and they had a great time. He even convinced Blink and Harmony to come to the races with him. Harmony found herself having lots of fun. She even relaxed, eventually, and forgot about the Spot situation for a couple hours.

When the trio returned to the Lodging House they were met with hushed whispers and stares. Racetrack, Harmony and Blink found this very odd but tried to ignore it. They walked up to the bunkroom asking people along the way if they wanted to play poker. Harmony had become somewhat skilled at this game and with Racetrack tutelage was becoming even better.

Jack stopped her just before she walked up the stairs and asked, "Hey Harmony, can I'se talk ta ya fer a second? Its kinda important…"

"Can it wait? I'm jest 'bout ta go win in poker," Harmony answered him.

"No, I'se really needs ta talk ta ya right now. Hows about we'se go an' take a walk fer a while?" Jack persisted.

"All right, let me go grab a sweater an' tell Blink and Racetrack." Without waiting for an answer she ran up the stairs to find them.

Harmony flung open the door to the bunkroom and headed for her bed. She stopped suddenly when saw something she didn't expect at all. In the corner of the room Spot was sitting and kissing a girl she had never seen before. Spot noticed her, and nodded to show it, but then continued what he was doing.

Although Harmony felt like her insides were being torn out, she just raised her eyebrow. Harmony grabbed her sweater and walked over to Spot. Both Spot and the girl looked up, questioningly.

"Tryin' ta get a bettah view?" Spot asked cruelly.

Harmony, ignoring his comment, held out her hand to the new girl. "Hello, my name is Melody, I don't think we've met."

"Hey! My name is Ashley, but everyone jest calls me Feisty," she said shaking Harmony's hand. "Wow, its so nice ta find someone who is halfway decent ta me here. Everyone else has been incredibly rude ta me and dey keep tellin' me I'm not as good as Harmony. It's getting fairly tiresome."

Harmony looked over at some of the newsies who had started laughing. "Ignore dem, ya seem like a very nice girl. So, how did ya get mixed up wid dis jerk?" she asked, indicating Spot.

Spot just rolled his eyes as Harmony and Feisty continued their talk. "Um…thanks I think. Well, actually I have liked him for a while but he only recently returned the feelings."

"Oh, dat's very interestin'. An'…why do ya like him? I mean obviously yer not wid him fer his looks, personality or kissin' skills…or lack there of…" Harmony commented.

Spot glared at Harmony and put his arm around Feisty. Feisty giggled. "Oh, your so funny! Spot is so perfect…and he definitely has kissing skills!"

Harmony scoffed and asked, "Outta innocent curiosity have ya evah kissed anyone else?"

Feisty looked at her oddly, "I don't jest go 'round kissin' everyone…an' how would you know if Spot has kissin' skills or not?"

"Oh, 'cause I do go 'round 'jest kissin' everyone'. Don't worry 'bout any hard feelins from me doh, hes nothin' special," Harmony commented looking Spot up and down pointedly. Spot looked back unimpressed.

Just then Blink came in saying, "Harmony what are you'se doin'? Our pokah game is ready an' Jack is lookin' for ya…" He then looked at Spot and saw the new girl sitting on his lap. "I'se think I'se jest gunna go downstairs now an' wait somemoah befoah I'se do somethin' ta get me killed…" he said and walked out of the room.

"Harmony? Yer Harmony? The Harmony that everyone has been talkin' 'bout?" Feisty asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I do have quite a reputation…"

"Yeah fer bein' a slut," Spot said finally finding his tongue.
"If I am such a slut how come you nevah got anywhere wid me?" Harmony asked smuggly.

"If I'se wanted ta, I'se woulda," Spot retorted smirking. "Now if you'se don't mind I'se am sorta in da middle a somethin' an' would like ta finish. Why don't you hurry off ta yer many adorin' fans?"

"Gladly. It was nice meetin' ya Feisty, and Spot its been a pleasure as always," Harmony said smiling.

"Oh no, princess, da pleasure is all mine," Spot said smirking.

"Yeah, yer right, it is." With that Bitter walked out of the room.

Right after she left the room, Jack approached her. "Hey are you'se okay? I'se sorry 'bout dat…Spot aint known fer havin' good taste…" Jack comforted.

"As comforting as that is Jack….I'm fine. Look, can we talk later? I kind of just want to go play cards, forget about everything. You know what I mean?" Harmony told Jack.

"Sure, I jest wanted ta tell you'se I'se remembah you'se, Melody Steffanson. Why didn't you'se tell me who you'se were?" Jack asked looking a little hurt.

"So, Spot told yam huh? Not dat I was surprised but I figured it would take more den a day. Look, I wasn't going to stick around very long so I didn't want ya ta remember who I was an' as I remembah it we didn't exactly part on da best terms," Harmony informed him.

"All right, so what happens now?" Jack asked.

"Nothin' happens. I'm gunna go downstairs and win a couple hands of poker an' den I'm gunna go to sleep."

"How can nothin' change? Ain't ya even gunna tell me what happened? I'se thinks dat I'se desoives ta know…"

"Ya do desoive ta know, but I'm not ready ta talk ta ya 'bout it," Harmony said sharply and then walked downstairs. Jack just watched her walk downstairs. Then he left the Lodging House and went for a walk to figure things out.

Harmony continued to do just what she had told Jack. She went downstairs and played poker for a while, winning two hands. Although Blink had asked, she refused to tell them what had gone on upstairs or to talk about Spot at all. After the game ended she walked upstairs and jumped in her bed ignoring Spot and Feisty who were still kissing.

'That is so disgusting! How can dey jest kiss like dat infronta everyone? Why is Spot doin' dat anyways? Was he always dis mean or is der somethin' wrong wid him? Well, I don't care what Blink says I am not goin' ta have a conversation wid dat boy, civil or otherwise.'

Harmony didn't have to worry about talking to Spot because he had gone back to Brooklyn before she woke up. She was somewhat sad to see him go, but was too angry and hurt to admit it.

The week continued uneventfully with Harmony who remained in denial of anything that was wrong. As far as she was concerned, her life was perfect. She was thinking about this as she was walking through the streets one day, carefully avoiding the police.

Suddenly, she was pulled into an alley. Thinking it might have been Blink, she turned slowly to be met with a hard blow to the face from her mysterious attacker. As soon as she had composed herself, she turned to look at her attacker. Tick.

"I thought that this had been resolved," Harmony said holding her nose which she realized was broken.

"It was 'resolved', but only while you'se was Conlon's goil. An' from what I'se hoid, you'se ain't anymoah," Ticks explained menacingly. "Now you'se gonna pay fer what you'se did ta me boys," Ticks said as he raised his arm to strike again, but his arm was intercepted by another figure who turned out to be Cards.

"She's still undah da protection a Manhattan an' Brooklyn, so don' try nothin', evah. You'se got dat?" Cards said.

"Who are you'se ta tell me what ta do?" Ticks said.

"I'se a membah a da Brooklyn newsies an' da guy who'se gonna soak ya fer beatin' her one too many times," Cards said as he landed a series of punches on Tick. When Tick had finally gotten enough, he turned and ran.

"Cards, I have nevah been happier to see you," Harmony said as she threw herself into his arms for a hug, just as Spot walked by. He stared, raised his eyebrows, and walked off before they saw him.

"Bittah, how come you'se hasn't been by ta visit? We'se, well, I'se missed ya," Cards said. "An' what was wid da sneakin' out bit? I'se woulda brought you'se back ta Manhattan had ya asked, no mattah what Conlon said."

"I just had ta leave. I'm sorry I didn't tell ya good-bye, an' I'm more sorry I haven't seen ya since den. I missed ya, too," Harmony said.

"Now, what did ya do ta me fearless leadah? Mistah High-n-Mighty Puppy Dog, yeah I hoid da name, is actin' pretty lousy ta da boys an' is bein' even more isolated than usual. I'se cant take it no moah. So, I'se was hopin' you'se could tell me whats wrong wid it so maybe I'se can try ta fix it."

"I didn't do anythin' ta him! If anyone did anythin' wrong it was him. We got in a fight when he first showed back up in Manhattan an' den when I was goin' ta apologize dat night I went inta da bunkroom an' found him wid some girl I'd nevah seen. I said some sorta mean things den but I don't think he even noticed."

"Are you'se shoah dat's what happened? Dat don't sound like da Spot dat I'se knows. He was completely stuck on you'se when he came to Manhattan and when he returned he was one sad puppy."

Harmony smiled and said, "Sorry I can't help ya but I don't know whats wrong wid him. Maybe Feisty could help ya out der, that's his new girl."

"Dat ain't his goil she wad jest a one night thing. I'se pretty shoah since he didn't even bring her ta Brooklyn."

"Well, at least there's some good news. Hey, do ya want ta go back to the Lodging House wid me? I don't really want ta walk 'round alone but I also don't like standin' in dis alley…"

"I'se would be glad ta escort ya. I thinks Ise'll stick 'round fer a couple hours and den head home," Cards told her.

"Why don't ys jest stay here fer da night and head back ta Brooklyn tomorrow?" Harmony asked.

"Well, I'se didn't exactly tell Spot wheah I was goin' or fer dat mattah, dat I was goin' at all. He might get angry if I don't show up at all tonight."

"All right. Come on we can find Racetrack an' I'll show ya my new skills in da game a poker. Ya will be proud!"

Cards laughed. "All right, I cant say no ta dat."

Cards and Harmony walked to the Lodging House joking and catching up. They were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't even notice passing Spot in the street.

Spot was beyond furious. 'Who does dat goil think she is? She thinks dat she can jest go 'round playin' wid me boys feelin's, not ta mention me own. I'se has had it wid her. Damn her, I'se wish I'd nevah met her! Maybe I'se shoulda jest givin' her to Tick and got rid of her while I'se had da chance. Who are you kiddin' Spot Conlon? Yer still head ovah heals fer dat goil and dat ain't gunna change no mattah how many guys she is sluttin' 'roun wid.'

At the Lodging House, Racetrack, Cards and Harmony were playing poker with a couple of the boys. Race and Cards were easily the best players in the game but Harmony had a couple of lucky hands. Well, she thought they were lucky hands. She wasn't aware that both Cards and Race let her win every once and awhile to make sure she wouldn't give up playing cards. They also couldn't resist because she seemed so happy when she won.

After a couple hours of the game Spot suddenly showed up. He walked in scowling. Cards looked up hesitantly to see Spot staring right at him. "Heya Spot. I'se uhh was jest about ta head back ta Brooklyn but dey uh…" Cards tried to explain.

"Save it Cards. We'se is leavin' now an' Ise'll deal wid you'se latah," Spot commanded. He looked at Harmony for a few seconds then turned and left. Cards followed him slowly, not really looking forward to reaching Brooklyn.

The walk to Brooklyn was a very uncomfortable one. Cards would every once in a while attempt to talk to Spot but would be silenced with a steely glare from him. Finally, putting his life on the line, he did speak up.

"Look Spot, I'se know yer mad at me fer leavin' an' everthin' but I'se had ta talk ta Bittah," Cards started.

"Yeah an' talkin' ain't all you'se was doin' was it?" Spot asked spitefully.

"Well, I'se guess I did some oddah stuff, but nothin' dat important…" Cards said sounding confused.

"Shaddup now ya joik or you'se is gunna get soaked," Spot warned.

"No I---," Cards started but paused when he was punched hard in the face.

"Damnit Spot I'se sick a dis! What da hell is wrong wid ya?! Ya aint got no reason ta be mad at me oddah den I'se left Brooklyn wid out yer permission an' you'se decide ta break me nose? So much fer friendship! Da only reason I'se came ta Manhattan was ta find out what was wrong wid you'se. I'se sick a seein' you so down all da time an' I'se figured Bittah might know what was da maddah wid you'se!" Cards explained angrily.

"Yeah shoah Cards an' you didn't make a move on me old goil eiddah…" Spot commented sarcastically.

Cards began laughing really hard. Seeing Spots deadly glare he quickly explained. "You'se…you'se thinks dat I'se likes Bittah?! Well…I'se do like Bittah but moah like a sistah den as a goilfriend or somethin' like dat. 'Sides I'se knows bettah den ta 'play wid Spot Conlon's toys'," Cards told him. "Da ya really think dat I'se would do dat ta ya? You'se are like me bruddah, an' I'se aint da backstabbin' type."

"Are you shoah? I'se saw you an' her earlier in da alley an' you'se two looked a lot more friendly dan friends…" Spot persisted.

"I'se jest saved her from Tick, who was attacking her, an' she was still kinda shooken up… What makes you think Bittah would want ta go fer me anyways? Shes kinda stuck on you'se if ya didn't notice…" Cards pointed out.

"Oh I dunno maybe because her an' Blink did it earlier. I'se might jest be a little paranoid now…I'se shouldn't care anyways should I? I'se means she don't want me no moah an' I'se don't want her. I'se could have any goil I'se wants, why have one dat jest causes trouble?" Spot rationalized.

"Spot was dis befoah or aftah you'se broke her heart wid dat Feisty goil?" Cards questioned.

"How did you'se know abou…It was befoah. Feisty was jest ta get back at her. I'se means I cant jest go beat her up like she was a boy…aldoh I'se thinkin' dat ain't such a bad idea now…"

"Yeah? Well when I'se talked ta her she said she had no idea why you'se was kissin' dat goil and was really hoit by it. If she was 'wid' Blink den don't ya think she woulda known why you'se was angry? Did you'se evah even talk ta her 'bout it or jest skip straight ta fightin'?" Cards asked. Looking at Spots pensive face he said, "Maybe you should go talk ta her? An' don't give me dat 'I don't care about her' crap cause if it was true ya wouldn't a hit me…"

Spot looked at him a little more. "I'se don't know. I'se aint one ta ask fer apologies…"

Cards sighed exasperatedly. "Look, jest go talk ta her! Yer relationship can't get any worse dan it is now!"

"All right, I'se will. But if somethin' bad does happen, jest know, I'se is comin' aftah you'se," Spot threatened.

"Ise'll make it easy on ya. I'se is walkin' back dere wid ya and I'se aint leavin until you'se two are back togeddah! I'se aint takin' no fer an answer…" Cards commanded.

"You'se gotten awfully brave lately," Spot commented. "Make shoah it don't become a habit."

The two walked back to the Lodging House as friends should, talking and laughing. When they got there Cards practically had to push Spot into the bunkroom. Once in the bunkroom Spot walked nonchalantly over to Harmony.

"Heya Bittah, I'se uh… really need ta talk ta you'se 'bout somethin' important," he muttered but Harmony wasn't looking at him, though. She ran over to Cards, who was still bleeding.

"Oh my God what happened ta ya? But how…ya were wid…" Harmony said not understanding how he had gotten hurt while Spot was around. Then it dawned on her. "You did dis didn't ya Spot? Jest because he didn't ask ya fer permission ta leave, ya broke his nose?!"

"Look it aint da way it looks," Cards began.

"Don't make excuses for him Cards. I will nevah understand why yer friends wid someone who is so horrible ta ya!" Harmony commented.

"Yeah yer one ta talk… at least I'se aint da one in love wid him," Cards pointed out.

"And I'se glad dat you'se aint," Spot commented quickly.

"I am not in love wid him, and dis is not da time ta joke 'round. I cant believe how disgustin' ya are Spot or dat I evah liked ya. I don't even want ta see ya let alone talk ta ya. Jest go away!" Harmony yelled.

"I'se don't got ta go away jest 'cause you'se says so. Da only reason I'se even came bach heah is ta apologize ta ya fer bein' a joik befoah but ferget it. Now I'se remembahs why I'se was relieved we'se was broken up," Spot retorted.

"Yeah? Well if yer so happy what are ya doin' here an' what did ya want ta talk 'bout?" Harmony asked feeling clever.

"I'se jest told ya, I'se was gunna apologize. How stupid are ya?" Spot asked amusedly.

"I meant why are ya still here? Why don't ya scampah off ta Brooklyn, puppy dog?" Harmony questioned.

"I'se aint gunna let some goil chase me outta Manhattan. All you'se have been is trouble since da very foist time I'se set eyes on you'se an' I'se is sick a it!" Spot told her.

There fighting continued on like this for awhile. There was a collective sigh from all the Manhattan newsies who were accustomed to their fighting. Cards finally got an idea and pulled Blink over to the side. They talked for a couple of minutes and then smiled.

Blink walked up to Harmony and threw her over his shoulder. He carried her into the washroom and set her down, leaving immediately. Harmony looked at him oddly went to follow him out. A yelling and kicking Spot, who was being pushed in the room by Jack and Cards, blocked the door however.

"NOOO! Not again guys! Let me out now! Yer jest bein' interferin' jerks now!" Bitter yelled trying to get out the door.

They all just gave her a half smile. Cards said, "Sorry both of you'se, but its fer da good a everyone. Now start talkin' to each oddahs or you'se are gunna get mighty bored in dere…" With that he left, shutting and locking the door, just before Spot could jump on him.

"God damnit Spot dis is yer fault. If ya hadn't come back here everythin' would be fine!" Harmony said harshly.

Spot glared at her. "Oh yeah once again yer helpin' da situation so much. I'se gotta do everythin' 'round heah. Luckily I'se prepared incase deys got stupid an' did dis again." Spot smirked as he pulled a pin out of his pocket and went to work on the door.

"Spot its useless. I'se knew you'se could pick locks an' we'se got a chair against da door so stop stallin' an' get ta talkin'," came Jack's voice.

"I'se really is a bad influence on dat boy," Spot realized.

"Yeah, way to be prepared. I jest hope I can be as smart as you some day," Harmony said sarcastically.

"You'se know you'se don't have no one protectin' you'se in heah. If I'se were you'se I'd be careful," Spot warned.

"Yeah, well I think that yer bark is worse den yer bite, puppy dog," Harmony stated.

"Oh shut up you slut, you'se is getting' annoyin' now. You'se were fun fer a while but now…well…not so much," Spot told her.

"Why is it that whenever we fight ya call me a slut? I know I'm not a slut, and you should know I'm not a slut, so its jest kinda a pointless insult."

"Shoah you ain't a slut. Dat's why in da park dat day I'se saw you fling yerself on Blink…" Spot commented sarcastically.

"Fling myself at Blink? What are you…ohh…da day we had our fight here in Manhattan? Are you kiddin' me? That's what you were so angry 'bout? Blink caught up wid me an' I just burst out cryin' and sorta…fell…inta his arms," Harmony explained.

A new thought dawning on her she said, "You were jealous. Oh my gosh you were! Ya thought dat I had gone aftah Blink aftah we had our fight. Dat's why ya brought dat slut back here, 'cause ya wanted ta make me jealous! Spot dis is sad even fer you. Yer 'boidees' aren't so informed anymore are dey," she taunted.

"So, why didn't you'se tell me any of dis befoah now?" Spot asked.

"I'm supposed ta assume dat ya stalked me ta Central Park an' assumed I was a slut when I hugged Blink," she asked incredulously. "I'm sorry but I have a little more faith in you den dat."

"Hey I did not stalk you'se! I'se was walkin' to da meetin' an' me an' Jack saw you'se. Den we'se saw you sittin' togeddah at Tibbys and we'se both assumed dat you'se was togeddah an' I'se was furious," Spot informed her.

"Well, actually Blinks da one dat made me realize dat I wanted ta go apologize ta you, but you unfortunately were already occupied."

Outside the door, all the newsies were happy not to hear loud thuds or breaking glass. That was a good sign…usually. They were still a little worried about their plan.

"Maybe dis wasn't such a good idea. Spot was really angry," Cards wondered.

"Hey, it woiked da foist time, it might woik da second time. 'Sides I'se didn't heah no brilliant ideas from you'se guys, did I?" Blink defended.

"Wese'll let dem be fer a while longah, den we'll bring dem out. I'se pretty shoah he won't do anythin' ta her," Jack said, uncertainly.

Cards muttered, "Let's hope yer right."

Suddenly everyone realized, "Yer a Brooklyn Newsies," Race exclaimed.

"Wow…How's did ya evah figah me out?" Cards mocked sarcastically.

"But, ain't you'se supposed ta nevah go 'gainst him. Brooklyn newsies have different relationships wid der leadah den us. I'se mean, well, we'se could like tie Jack up by da thumbs, not that we would," Race amended, swiftly glancing to Jack, "but it wouldn't mattah much. He'd get ovah it. But Spot…I'se hoid da Brooklyn newsies nevah cross him."

"I'se ain't no regular newsie. I'se kin get away wid some stuff da oddahs couldn't. I'se grew up wid Spot, we'se like broddahs. Now, dat don't mean I'se can get away wid much, but he forgives me," Cards said.

"So yer not gonna git soaked fer dis, are ya?" Jack asked.

"I'se nevah said dat. Ise'll almost definitely get soaked, but not so bad dat I won't be able ta walk no moah," Cards explained. "It's worth it. Like dis broken nose? I'se got it 'cause Spot thought I'se was movin' 'n on his goil. He saw her talkin' ta me an' assumed…well, more den der was. Same wid Blink. He thought dat you and Bittah was goin' out, or somethin'."

"Dat explains a lot," Blink said.

"Yeah, it does. I'se kinda thought dat you'se and Harmony was…well…goin' togethah too," Jack admitted.

"Well, I'se wish we was, but I'se got news…ya know how I'se been…followin' da Mayor's daughter? Well, she finally consented ta go out wid me, on da condition dat aftah dat I'se has ta let her find me from now on," Blink said.

"Dats great, Blink. I'se happy you'se found a goil," Jack said.

Back in the washroom, Bitter and Spot had worked out their feelings on the issue of Feisty, Blink, and Cards, but there was still a lot of problems to deal with, for instance, the fight that had started the entire mess. Bitter still wasn't ready to talk about her past, and she needed Spot to accept that or they could never work. Spot promised to try harder, but wanted her to come back to Brooklyn.

"Spot, don't take this the wrong way but I don't really like Brooklyn." Bitter finally admitted.

"YA WHAT? How's can you'se not like Brooklyn?!" Spot shouted astounded.

"Oh boy deys gunna be in dere a while" "Gawd why did she gotta go an' say dat?" "Uh oh I'se don't think Spots gunna get ovah dat one" came from behind the door.

After glancing at the door briefly they continued their conversation. "Spot don't take it so personally! I just prefer Manhattan to Brooklyn. Plus, if I stay here then we probably will get along better when we see each other."

"So you'se don't like Brooklyn 'cause you'se don't think we'se can get along?" Spot asked.

"I didn't say that! I just don't especially want to go back to Brooklyn," Bitter told him.

"Hey whats wrong wid Brooklyn?!?" came Cards voice from the other room.

"Yep hes a Brooklyn newsie alright!" Racetrack proclaimed. An "OW!" came a few seconds later. Spot and Bitter looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"I'se thinks yer right 'bout stayin' heah," Spot admitted. "'Cause den when I'se comes ta visit ya, youse'll be twice as happy ta see me!"

"Sure, well at least I'll be able ta tolerate ya fer a couple days…" Bitter joked. "So, are we all bettah?" she asked, unsure.

"Shoah we're," Spot decided.

"So, Spot we are together again…right?" Bitter asked leadingly.

"Yeah shoah we is…why?" Spot asked suspiciously.
"Because I don't think I could get away with this if we weren't," she said throwing a wet towel in Spot's face.

"What makes ya think you'se can get away wid it now?" Spot asked grabbing her and pulling her closer.

Bitter screamed a little before Spot silenced her with a kiss.

On the other side of the door people were starting to get worried.

"Jack maybe we'se should let her oudda dere? I'se didn't like da sound a dat…" Cards commented.

"Yeah, I'se don't heah no more talkin' in dere…" Blink said worriedly.

"You'se is right," Jack confirmed going to the door and unlocking it. He opened the door only to find Spot and Bitter in there old corner kissing.

"Dere is somethin' almos' scary 'bout dis room," Racetrack commented.

"I'se wondah if dis woiks fer oddah goils," Blink pondered, thinking of the mayor's daughter.

"Don't even think about it," Jack ordered looking severely at Blink.

Bitter began laughing and stood up. Spot, looking somewhat disappointed, also stood up. "Geeze guys, ya's gotta woik on yer timin'," he complained.

Bitter walked into the bunkroom saying, "It's nice ta be free…"

Spot walked into the bunkroom and smirked at Racetrack. Then said, "All right I'se guess I'se gotta deal wid da dumbasses dat put me in dere. Blink, Cards, Jack front in centah, right now."

The three culprits sheepishly emerged from the crowd of newsies hanging there heads.

"Look…", "Now Spot we'se did it…", "I'se was jest…" they all began at once.

"Silence! You'se is all gunna listen ta me now," Spot commanded. "Now, you'se," he said directing his cold glare at Blink, "dis is dat second time you'se done dis ta me. I'se was nice last time but…" He then punched him in the stomache, causing him to double over onto the floor. "I'se didn't want ta do dat but you'se forced me. I'se really means it now. DON'T DO ME NO MOAH FAVORS!"

Spot then turned to Cards. "You'se also crossed da line dis time. Yer lucky dat yer nose still looks horrible or I'se would break it again. I'se hopes dat you'se is gunna go back ta normal aftah taday 'cause I'se would hate ta have ta soak me best friend," he warned.

He glared, next, at Jack who was attempting to look innocent. "Don't even try it Jacky-boy. You'se is luck dat we'se are in Manhattan an' not Brooklyn. But seein' as I don't wanna have ta beat up all a Manhattan today you'se can jest get off wid a warnin'."

"Yeah Spot because you'se so could beat up Manhattan…" Jack said rolling his eyes.

"Hey, don't push it Jacky, I'se aint known fer bein' nice ta guys dat push der luck. Now hows 'bout we'se all heads ovah ta Tibby's. All dat fightin' made me kinda hungry…" Spot suggested, and then started to walk out the door.

"Fightin' ain't all you'se was doin'" someone said from the crowd. Spot turned and glared at all the newsies, then walked out the door smirking to himself.

Everyone followed him out the door laughing and joking, except Racetrack. Racetrack had been tied to a chair by his thumbs (courtesy of Jack) and was whimpering in pain. When he noticed everyone had left he started shouting, "HEY COME BACK! I'SE HUNGRY TOO! I'SE SORRY!!!"