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I Knew I Loved You
By: Psycho

December 18, 1901

I never thought I'd ever, not in a million years, fall in love. Some would say I'm good-looking, and, not to be conceited, I guess I almost am. My hair is almost black and is too long. It has this habit of falling over my eyes. Most people consider me a criminal, just because of my hair. But the truth is... I don't have much money. You see, I live in the Newsies Lodging House, I sell newspapers in Queens.

Oh, by the way, my name is Christopher Hawkins. My nickname's Kit. I guess I got carried away and left that out.

Anyway, my name's Christopher and this is the story of my Angel. Actually her name was Ashleigh, but, to me she'll always be Angel. My beautiful runaway Angel. She was strong enough for us both, yet she never knew it. Not 'til the end. She taught me all about love at first sight.

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September 12, 1901

Even though I live and sell in Queens, my best friends are from Manhattan. (To Echo: not magnificent. *Echo: Oh shut up! Manhattan, magnificent... same thing!*) I was on my way to visit them when I almost ran over Angel. She was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, crying. I had never seen someone look so lost and alone. I almost expected the rain to pour down as I watched. Her eyes were sky blue, a shocking contrast to her black wavy hair. I almost continured on my way, but something drew me closer. (I know now that it was love, but at the time I believed love didn't exist. So I told myself I was only concerned.)

"Miss? Are you okay?"

She looked up, startled that someone would speak to her. "Um, I'm find." She tried to walk away, but I stopped her by touching her arm.

"My name's Christopher. What's yours?"

Looking as if she'd rather sink into the ground than answer me, she stuttered, "My name? It's.. um..." She took a deep breath, "Ashleigh, my name's Ashleigh."

"Nice to meet you."

Ashleigh smiled, "Why?"

"Come on, Angel." Laughing, she held out her hand.

"Okay, where are we going?"

"Somewhere that we can talk."

Nodding, she let me take her hand. And that was how it started. We automatically began a conversation, as if we had known each other for years. We talked all day and by night fall, I knew she was "the one."

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Angel's Diary
Septemter 12, 1901

Love is strange. I never thought love at first sight was a myth, it just seemed too good to be true. Now I know I was wrong. I met a boy today. Christopher Hawkins. He calls me his angel. I thought that after my parents died, I would never laugh, much less love anyone ever again. I've never been this happy. I hope it goes on forever.

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"My mom and dad died two weeks ago, that's why I was crying. I'm getting used to it I guess. It's hard to let go of someone you love." Her voice cracked.

She was curled up in my arms, her cheek lying on my chest. Her tears were hot against my skin. "My poor Angel. You've lost so much."

"I've found someone else to love not." Her lips brushed mine.

(Note: CENSOR-CENSOR just kidding-I'll edit it myself. I'll leave out any details that would make you freak. *Echo: That's alright, if you left them in there I could just make Misty type this... we all know she enjoys that stuff. j/k... Woah, you mean you put details in it??? PSYCHO!*)

Angel's Diary
September 13, 1901

Last night was amazing. I never knew love could be like that. From the way my parents had explained it, making love had seemed horrible. Something bad. But it's not. I feel so light. I think I could fly...

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I don't know why I left without waking Angel. She just looked so peaceful, I couldn't force myself to wake her up. In fact, staying with her sounded like a good idea. But I had to go sell papes. So I left.

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Angel's Diary
September 13, 1901 (cont.)

I guess Christopher didn't feel the same though. When I woke up, he was gone. No note, no anything. I don't know if I should stay and wait for him. What if he doesn't come back?

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She did stay. I went back and found her sitting, staring out the window. When I closed the door, she spun around. "Christopher!" She ran into my arms, almost knocking me down. "Where were you? I was so scared when I woke up and you weren't here."

"I had to go sell papers." I pulled her close. "Forgive me?"

"You should have told me!"

"I know, I'm sorry."

She pulled away.

"I love you, Angel. I said I was sorry."

"You do?" she looked shocked.

"Of course."

"Oh, then you're forgiven." she kissed me and started unbuttoning my shirt.

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Angel and I met everyday. I would go sell papes and come back to her apartment. Three days after we started seeing each other, she mentioned that I shouldn't sell papers anymore.

"If I don't sell, how are we supposed to live?"

"Well, um... I'm rich."

"You're what?"

"My parents were rich, now I am."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"There's a small catch. I have to go back to get the money. Everyone thinks I'm dead too."

"Then we'll go back."

Angel smiled nervously, "One more thing... my family may not take it so well that I'm alive."

I looed at her, confused. "Why not?"

"They killed my parents... my Uncle and Aunt... they thought they got me too, but they didn't. I snuck to the lawyers office when they read the will. Everything was left to me, unless I was gone too. Then everything went to my uncle."

"So you're saying we have to fight for what's yours."

"Yeah," her eyes filled up with tears, "I don't know if I can do this. They're a lot stronger than I am."

"Maybe so," I pulled her into my arms. "But together, me and you, are stronger than anything and anyone."

"I hope so."

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We left on the next train. When we arrived, no one was home. Angel unlocked the door and we went inside. "Welcome," she laughed, "Come on. I'll show you my room." After climbing a flight of stairs, we came to a dark mahogany door. Taking a deep breath, Angel opened the door and gasped. What I saw was obviously not her bedroom. There was nothing in it. The walls were freshly painted bright yellow. "Where's my stuff. The walls are supposed to be blue!" She burst into tears and ran down the hall. Throwing open another door, she screamed. Someone had turned her parents bedroom into a storage room. Everthing was boxed into crates. Her eyes traveled around the room and settled on a picture. I recognized her face at once. "My parents had this done a few days before they died."

Downstairs we heard the front door slam. Straitening her shoulders, she raised her head and descended the stairs with me trailing behind.

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The look on her uncle's face was absolutely priceless. His eyes almost left his face. "Ashleigh?"

"Hello Uncle James." Angel glared at him.

"You can't be here, you're dead."

"Is that a fact?" she said in an innocently sarcastic voice. "Couldn've fooled me."

"Now Ashleigh," James started.

"You have two days to get your sorry asses out of my home."

"You can't do that!"

"Actually, I can. I spoke to my lawyer. Oh, and killing me won't work. I already made my will."

Her uncle's mouth fell open.

"And you, my friend, are penniless. Get out."

James and his family turned and practically ran out the door. As soon as the door slammed, I caught Angel as she fainted.

I carried her to the couch and gently slapped her face. "Angel?"

Her eyes opened. "Christopher? What happened? Are they gone."

"You fainted, and yes they're gone."

Angel sighed in relief. "I was afraid I'd faint before they left."

I smiled, "Did you really talk to a lawyer?"

"Yes, I called him while you were sleeping." a shadow crossed her eyes. "Christopher, if I die, you get everything. They probably guessed, they'll go after you too."

I nodded, "I know. Everything will be fine."

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Angel's Diary
September 18, 1901

I'm not sure I should have brought Christopher into this. He says everythings okay. But I'm not strong enough to protect him. I can't even take care of myself. Please God, don't let this be a mistake.

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We were woke up by the sound of the door slamming against the wall. Angel automatically grabbed me and pulled me off the bed onto the floor. She saved my life by doing that, gun fire rang out. Feathers flew as the pillows were destroyed. When the gun was empty, we heard it hit the floor.

"Damn," we looked up. The last thing I remmeber was Angel screaming my name and someone hitting me over the head.

I woke up with a serious headache. When I tried to move, and couldn't, I realized I was tied to a chair. "Angel?"

"Your 'Angel' got away. But as long as we have you, she'll come back."

I recognized her uncle and cousin, but I didn't know the other guy. They were playing poker. As soon as they turned back to their game, I heard a voice whisper in my ear. "Christopher, don't worry. I'm here. When I untie you, run."

I nodded. A few seconds later, the ropes dropped to the floow. I jumped to my feet. Halfway to the door, the shots started. None of them ever reached me, my Angel jumped in front of them. Her blood splashed me in the face and her last word to me was "run."

I ran next door and called the cops. Luckily, they were close and caught James and his men.

Angel was declared dead at 2:15 a.m.

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Decamber 18, 1901

They read her will a few days later, even if I had died her uncle wouldn't have gotten anything. She left it all to be turned into an orphanage if anything happened to me.

Yesterday, I made my will. Everything is how she meant it to be. I've tried living without her, but I've been dead since that night. I can't live without my Angel, my bright shining star who gave up everything for love.

Now as I sit here, watching my blood drip to the floow, I wonder who will miss me. Who would miss a poor newsboy?

Angel does, so now I join her.

Echo: Okay, it's over. So now I will use an expression my good friend Key taught me.... What the fluff?! Man, Psycho I know you were depressed because Christian died and he was so adorable in that movie and everything... but don't take your anger out on newsies and poor innocent fanfic readers! Write something that DOESN'T make people cry!!! :)

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