**SEQUEL TO NEW BOY** When the newsies hit senior year, the staff got scared. After all, what could ensue but chaos?

Finch Cortes lived in a world of varying shades of gray. Albert DaSliva had a stranger's name tattooed on his ankle. Both boys had a singular sentence written on their wrists. And it took five years for them to find each other.

DISCONTINUED Spot Conlon had never lived in a single home any longer than 5 months. Not until he moves in with Medda Larkins, and life suddendly becomes something more than just surviving. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ sprace. it's the sprace fosterhome au. spot conlon centric because he is my gay child and i love him. i am incredibly sorry about the title. i'm not Creative Person™. yes, the cover was made by snapchat. also the description makes this sound a lot more serious than it actually is. half of it was written while i was running on 2 hours of sleep and way too much caffeine.

Modern day Spot and Racetrack's adventures of everyday life. Maybe something will blossom between the two. That's for them to figure out. There will be a few swear words in this story, as well. ~I do not own Newsies!!~ I know this description sucks, but I hope you like the story. **Discontinued {For now hopefully}**

New York, 1970. Jack Kelly is barely getting by, living in a tiny apartment with five other boys and his electric guitar. At least he has the band. When his band begins performing, a boy keeps returning to watch every show. The last thing Jack expects is to fall in love, not with a girl, but with that boy. A boy named David Jacobs.

The star quarterback and the boy who takes all of his stats, something is destined to happen.

Romeo sat patiently, holding onto Specs' hand tightly. He watched the doctor's every step, nervousness set on his heart. "Hey, Doc", Specs greeted, trying to offer a smile. He looked better than Hell. "What'd you find?" Romeo wasn't sure Specs could see it, noting he couldn't see anything without his glasses on-he talked about having a headache earlier, and took them off for that reason-but the doctor had a rather solemn look on her face, as if she just learned that someone was going to die. Romeo prayed. "Doc?" "You're results came back", she sighed, keeping it brief. Romeo wanted to yell at her, telling her how he knew the results came back, but he was on the edge of his seat in fear. "I have some news." "What's he got?" Romeo sniffled, trying to keep in his tears and not think of the worse. "Pneumonia?" Specs had had pneumonia before, when he was a kid. He told the story all the time, and Romeo knew it made him feel strong. He'd always say he could beat anything, but Romeo also knew it wasn't that simple. "A few respiratory infections, yes", the doctor agreed, glancing back at her chart. That was fine. Specs could take antibiotics for it and be good as new. "But there's something else. Your white blood cell count was low." Romeo glanced at Specs, worried out of his mind. He knew it. He saw every sign and didn't do shit about it; it's his fault. He should've forced Specs to get checked out. He should've done better. "Cancer?" That seemed to be the worse option. Yet, the doctor shook her head. "Worse, perhaps." What could be fucking worse than cancer? ------------------------ A Spromeo story set in the 1980s Themes of: -Drinking/Drugs -Hospitals -Swearing/Cussing -Mentions of sex and STDs -Homosexuality -Death Please read at your own discretion.

-----your soulmate link is unique to you no 2 soulmate links are the same racetrack has always dreamed of finding his soulmate when he finds himself will he escaping a life of abuse and pain and run away with them-----

Headphones Kid, Weirdo, Loser, Albert DaSilva. He'd answer to any of those. Mostly. It's not like people would care what he has to say anyway. Most laugh at him when they think he isn't listening, and sometimes he isn't. Except to one person. The one person who can make their voice sound like a song. (This story is meant to be short.)

~ he smiles, "Charmed I'm sure." I fold my arms across my chest. he smiles a cocky smile one that i could hate eternally he picks up my books and hands them to me and walks off~ This follows the story of Issac Guzman as he traverses gender issues school and magic he meets a boy one day and he is never the same again