Chapter 4


"How many papes?" Weasel asked, looking down at his record book. I picked up the newspaper, and scanned it, thinking about how many I should buy.

"Hurry up, I ain't got all day." Weasel said, annoyed that I was holding up the line.

"Fifty papes," I said, and put my two bits down on the counter, making sure they'd roll around, just to aggravate Weasel. I took my papes, and made my to the gates, when a familiar pair of arms wrapped around my waist, and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I knew who it was, and closed my eyes, loving the feelings that took over my body. " Hey Snitch." He took his arms from around my waist, and walked around to the front of me. I lightly leaned up (I forgot to mention that I'm VERY short, as in five feet. Snitch is at least a foot taller than me) and kissed him deeply on the lips, letting my newspapers drop to the ground. I heard whistles from the other newsies, but paid no attention. When the kiss ended, all my papers were spread out all over the place, and Snitch and I spent about ten minutes picking them all up.

After we got all my papers picked up, Snitch and I kissed good-bye with the promise to meet at the Horace Greely statue at around two. I wandered aimlessly around New York, selling a pape here, a pape there. But finally, it struck me. Did I really like Snitch, or was it Spot I wanted? Mt emotions were getting me all confused, so I sat down in Central Park, watching Jessamyn and Snipeshooter selling together. They noticed me, and came over to talk to me.

"Hey Cel, how's it goin'?" Jessamyn asked. Since Spot had come up with a nickname for me, Jessamyn was intent on having one too. Finally, Snipeshooter started calling her Butterfly, since she walked so gracefully, and was so quiet, like a butterfly. I shrugged my shoulders, and proceeded to pick grass, and leave it in a pile by my feet.

"I've been bored, and I've just been thinking, you know?" I said, continuing my little ‘garden work.' Butterfly looked at me, and cocked her head to the side, studying me. She continued staring at me, until I finally looked up, and laughed. While she had been staring at me so intently, Snipeshooter had ben staring at her. I kept on laughing, angering Butterfly, for she didn't know what I was laughing at.

"What?" she asked, looking behind her. I just stared at her, trying to hold in my laughter. Snipeshooter blushed, since I had caught him staring at my sister, quite passionately. I got up, and proceeded to walk through the park, thinking about Snitch and Spot.

Suddenly, someone jumped on me from, behind, causing me fall back. When I realized that Cupcake had jumped me, I quickly got up, and stared at her coldy. "What did u do that for?"

She smirked at me, and stared at me blankly, with her black eyes. "I hoid ‘bout you and Snitch. I'se quite happy fo' you two. Dat means one less poison afta me Spot. But, I'se still watchin' ya. I'se still not glad dat you'se back, an' dat you'se a goil, an' best friends wid my Spot. ‘Member, stay away from him, if ya know what's healthy fo' ya." She sauntered off, her long black hair swaying with her movements. I only then realized I was holding my breath, and I let it out slowly. I brushed the grass off myself, and headed back to the lodging house, leaving my unsold papes in the park.

As soon as I reached the bunkroom, I laid down, and continued contemplating. I was so into my thinking, I didn't hear Spot enter the room. Only when he was sitting down on the bunk next to me, did I realize he was in the room, and I put my thinking on halt for awhile.

"Enchantin', can I talk ta ya?" He asked, getting up from his spot on the bed, and kneeling down on the floor by my bed, crossing his arms on the bed, and laying his chin down on them. I looked at warmly, and turned over on my side to face him.

"Sure, what about? Is it about Cupcake?" I asked, knowing deep inside that it wasn't, but something inside me wanted it to be quite badly.

"Well, as a matter of fact it is," Spot said, hesitating. My eyes lit up, but I quickly lowered them as not to let Spot see my anxiety.

Slowly, he continued. "I wanna get her something to celebrate our one month anniversary. Something to tell her that she's something special, and that I..." Spot's voice trailed off, letting my mind wonder what he was going to say. Spot thought better of it, and didn't finish his sentence, but kept his eyes on me.

"Well, hmm, let me think. You could get her a locket. Or you could get her a bracelet, whatever you want," I said, not too enthusiastically. This wasn't what I thought it was. I thought Spot was thinking about breaking up with Cupcake, but instead, he wanted to buy her a gift to show how much he cares about her.

Spot nodded, and got up from his kneeling position. I watched him as walked to the door, and within seconds was gone, down the stairs and out the door.

I laid on my back, and sighed deeply, letting the conversation make it's way to my brain. I closed my eyes, and was soon fast asleep. I dreamed that I was rich again, with my family all dressed up nicely. But then I awoke, and realized, it was just a dream.

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