Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or it's characters, settings etc. However, there are characters in here that are mine.

Title: All For One, One For All

Author: Kloe Hart (HartBeat)

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Switch sat alone. A few peices of blank paper and a pencil clutched in his left hand. He titled his head a little to the side as he watched Star walk casually across the room. He couldn't pinpoint it but there was somthing about her... somthing that he wanted. She took a seat at an empty table and pulled out a battered old book and began to read. She was waiting for her boyfriend, there was no doubt about that. Any minute now, Tibby's front door would open and in would walk Mush. Tall, handsome Mush. Switch hated him. He'd kill him if he got the chance. Switch was drawn out of his thought when Star flipped her long hair over her shoulder. 'Damn' he thought. He didn't know why he was drawn to her... she wasn't inhumanly beautiful or anything. Just pretty. But Switch didn't care. He never cared.

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"Where is he!" Racetrack shouted, "Where is Mr. Brooding Artiste!" Race stormed into the lodging house, practically turning the place over until Jack grabed him by the shoulders.

"Whoa, calm down," he said, "and by 'brooding artiste' I'm assuming you mean Switch?"

"Yeah, that's the one, the bum owes me a dollar and when I tried to collect earlier today he spat in my god damn face!" Race's anger bubbled up again. This time Jack let him go. He knew how aggrivating Switch could be. He'd shown up at the lodging house about two weeks ago and had been nothing but trouble since. He was the dark, mysterious type. Tall, dark brown hair, cold blue eyes. Jack didn't trust him. Jack didn't know of anyone who did.

Over in the next room, Racetrack had found what he was looking for.

"Ya Fank! I oughta soak ya right here and now!" he shouted as Blink and Spot held him back, which took a suprising amount of force.

"Feel free to try," was Switch's calm reply.

"What's going on in here! Some people are trying to read!" A tall, attractive newsie stood in the doorway.

"Sorry Star,"Blink gasped, "hey, where's you boyfriend? We could use some help!" Star examined the scene before her; Racetrack trying extreamly hard to break free of Blink and Spot's hold to get at an overly collected Switch, who was sitting with his legs crossed at the other side of the room.

"Race, knock it off," Star said roughly. The one thing about Star was that everybody respected her. Race, however reluctantly, obeyed and stalked off into another room. Blink and Spot followed, leaving Star and Switch alone in the room. Star was just about to turn and leave when Switch stood up.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked casually.

"I was in the middle of somthing," she said, holding her book up so Switch could see.

"I've read that one," he said as he traced the cover with his fingers, "it was good, inspired me to write..." he trailed off as he let his fingers drop off the book and onto Star's hand. Star stiffened. She drew her hand away.

At that moment Mush came walking in the door.

"Hey baby," he said as he lovingly wrapped his arms around Star's waist. Switch glared at him but no one noticed.

Star turned around and returned the squeeze. She gave Switch a look over her shoulder before leaving the room with Mush. She hated to admit it, but Switch was attractive. He was dangerous and dark. The opposite of Mush. Not that she didn't love Mush. She did, she loved him. She was just intregued by the amount of unknown surounding Switch. Like how he'd arrived two weeks ago. Sopping wet from the rain, looking for a job as a newsboy. He hadn't spoken of where he'd come from. The only things he did were write poetry that no one was allowed to see and pick fights. Perticularly with Race.

Once outside, Mush gently backed Star against a wall.

"Love you," he said as he leaned in and kissed her. Star smiled and kissed him back. She let her hands run over his rock-hard stomach. He let his hands run down herspine and rest on the small of her back. While they kissed, nothing else mattered.

Meanwhile, Switch was watching them through the slight crack in the door. He watched, transfixed, at the way Star's hands caressed Mush's tanned skin. He wondered what those hands would feel like on him. He felt anger surge through him until his body shook. 'Don't watch' he told himself, 'Don't watch'. He walked back to his seat and picked up his pencil again. For the rest of the night he wrote words of pain and conquering that which is seemingly out of reach.

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Spot crept quietly up the stairs into the bunk room. It was empty. Empty except for one lone figure seated on one of the beds.

"Jamie..." he sighed, "you shouldn't be here,"

"Neither should you," she said. She lifted a hand and examined her well manecured nails.

"I have friends here, you don't," Spot tried to explain.

"Your my friend, are you not? Or do you kiss random strangers you don't even know?" she asked, lowering her hand back to her side.

Spot sighed, "I've been known to, but that's not the point, you won't leave me alone!"

"I like you, you're very cute," Jamie said, standing up. She was about Spot's height. She had long, thick black hair and the most beautiful brown eyes Spot had ever seen.

"I like you to but-" Spot started to say, but Jamie cut him off. She pressed her full lips against his and pressed her body to him.

"But?" she asked seductivly. Spot didn't answer, he tilted her head back and kissed her again. But nothing.

Just then, Jack strolled into the bunk room, humming a catchy little tune. He stopped dead when he saw Spot and Jamie.

"Err, sorry, am I interupting anything?" he asked. He was already starting to back out of the room.

"No," Jamie said, letting her eyes scan Jack's lean figure. She slipped herself away from Spot and began to walk towards the stairs.

"I'll be down stairs baby, socializing," she said sweetly. She gave Jack a quick glance before retreating down the stairway.

"Whoa," Jack said, running his hand through his hair, "Ice Maiden or what?"

"No kidding," Spot said finding himself running his hand through his own hair in nervous habit, "but she's so..."

"Hot." Jack finished.

"Yeah," Spot blushed a little, "she's insanly rich to, don't know why she's interested in me,"

"Haha, why don't you go downstairs and ask her, I'm sure she'll show you," Jack laughed and Spot joined him. The two boys sat sitting in the dorm room. Unaware that this would be the last full night they would sleep in their own beds, and in Spot's case, the guest bunk reserved for him on visits.

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END of chapter 1

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