To the untrained eye it was nothing. But Jack Kelly had very trained eyes.

He noticed the touches that lasted a little longer than they were supposed to.

He noticed the looks of longing that were exchanged.

He noticed the secret smiles that would cause Racetrack to blush down at his cards.

Jack noticed all these things. It was easy to put the pieces together. They were in love.

It was wrong. Boys weren't supposed to love other boys, but for some reason, Jack couldn't be disgusted, or upset. He couldn't feel the hatred that he was supposed to. He wondered if that made him weak or a good friend.

Still, Jack couldn't help feeling happy when Racetrack would come home a little late, whistling a happy tune. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the goofy grin that Spot left on Racetracks face. And he couldn't help wanting to kill Brooklyn himself when he heard the quieted sobs from his friends bunk. He couldn't help wanting to protect the two boys.

Racetrack was his friend, so when Jack finds his friend on the rooftop, sobbing his eyes out, the day after Spot left for Chicago, Jack doesn't say a word. Jack just sits down and lets Racetrack cry. He doesn't ask questions, or make comments, because there's nothing to say. To the untrained eye it was nothing. But Jack Kelly had very trained eyes.


My First Newsies Fanfiction, please be nice. Every time someone reveiws an angel gets its wings!