(A/N: Just wanted to say that this chapter is dedicated to Crutchy276 because I love you very, very much!)

"Extra, extra! Arson in Bronx, entire block burnt to the ground!"

"Pardon me sir, buy a paper?"

"Fire in Bronx, dozens killed! Read more here!"

Y/N stuck close to Davey as they hurried down the street towards his selling spot. Calls of different newsies selling their papers sounded through the crowd, each unique despite the same headline. "The headline is so good today that most of the boys aren't too far from the truth," Davey told Y/N, speaking loudly so she hear him over the roar of the morning city.

After several minutes of walking, they finally got to Davey's preferred selling spot. Les ran over to Jack, who stood about a block away, and Davey and Y/N were left alone. "So, uh, what do we do now?" she asked. He grabbed a paper out of his bag and held it above his head. "Arson in Bronx, entire block destroyed! Read more here!" he called, waving the paper around. "I like to stick close to the actual headline, which isn't hard if it's good. I'm not trying to get rid of you, but try hawking over there," he said aside to her, pointing to the other side of the block.

Following his advice, Y/N grabbed her newspaper bag and headed to the other side of the block. Copying Davey, she called out, "Arson in Bronx destroys whole block!" After a few minutes, someone finally came up to her to buy a paper. Then another. And another. Some lady scolded her for not being more "ladylike" and stormed away, but than that, she sold pretty well. By noon, nine of her ten papers were gone. Keeping the last one to read later, Y/N counted and pocketed her profit and returned to Davey.

"Hey, you did really well," he commended her once she was back. She shrugged and sat down on a nearby bench, watching her friend. Les ran over to his big brother to request more papers, to which Davey immediately obliged. After almost an hour, he finally sold his last newspaper and sat next to Y/N to count his change. Pocketing the money, he sighed and shifted uncomfortably.

"Selling is good today, huh?" Y/N asked. "Oh, yeah, definitely. One of my best days, actually," he replied. Both sat in silence, which was highly unusual for them. But both Y/N and Davey were scared of saying something that would ruin everything, and Y/N was still coming to terms with the realization of how much she liked Davey. She did have something she still needed to thank him for.

"Hey, uh, thank you so much for...for being such a good friend last night. I was, well, I am such a mess," she nervously chuckled, "but you were such a huge comfort, so thank you." "No, no, that's...that's what friends are for, right?" He looked down at his hand and anxiously drummed them on the bench.

Conversation usually flowed so smoothly between the two, but as Davey sat there, he was too nervous that he couldn't think of anything to say. He was fully aware that if there was any time to confess his true feelings for Y/N, he had to speak up right then. Trying to think of the best way to word that confession prohibited his brain from thinking of anything else to say, so the two sat in silence as he tried to get the best of his nerves.

"Uh, Y/N, there's something I-" he started before he was interrupted by Les running over and sitting right between the two. "I sold all my papes, Davey. Folks just can't get enough of this face!" the little boy said narcissistically. Y/N laughed while Davey rolled his eyes. "I'm sure they can't, Les. How much did you make?"

He handed his older brother a handful of change, allowing Davey to count it out as Les talked to Y/N. After Davey pocketed the money and Les finished his story, Y/N turned to the older brother and asked, "Davey, were you saying something?"

"Oh, yeah, um, I was just, uh..." he turned towards his little brother, who was staring up at him with innocent, wide eyes. "I just wanted to say to you that, uh, well, I understand if you, um, I-I-I mean-" he stuttered, not sure of what to say. Les finally caught on to what his brother was going to say, and he was so impatient he couldn't help but blurt out:

"Davey is in love with you, Y/N!"

He ran away before his beet faced brother could do anything to him. Y/N's face turned ghost white and then bright red, and she looked down at the bench. Davey jumped up, anxiously wringing his hands (a nervous habit of his) and trying to think of something to say.

"I'm so, so sorry, Y/N, I understand, and I'm sorry, and I understand if you d-don't want to friends anymore, and I...I'm sorry," he rushed over his words, wanting to just disappear. He turned to grab Les and drag him home when Y/N caught his hand.

He looked back at her in surprise, and she smiled shyly. "No, no, it's fine, I...I kind of really like you too." He sat down on the bench next to her, unsure of what to do next. "I'll have to thank Les later," she chuckled, not sure whether she was relieved or upset that the truth was out.

Davey shifted around and nodded. "Yeah, I guess he's not too bad." After few seconds of silence, he looked straight at her and spoke up, "I really like you, Y/N. You're kind, smart, hard-working, and really, really pretty, and I'm happy that I finally tell you that." With his last burst of confidence gone, he watched her for a second before jumping.

"I have t-to actually go catch Les now. I-I'll see you, I guess." The shocked Y/N only nodded silently and watched as Davey ran to his little brother. Content but confused, she sat on the bench for a bit, thinking about those last five minutes.

(A/N: Ugh, that was really cheesy, but I finally updated! YAY! This was written at 1 AM while I was lying in bed, so please forgive any spelling or grammar errors (do bring them to my attention, though!) because I was half asleep.)