He's perfect, from his head to his toes. Everything about him excites me and makes me wonder what it would be like to be with him.

He's so wonderful, so amazing, so sly, so adorable. He's winter in its snowy beauty and spring in its comforting warmth. He's intelligent in the ways of the street and senseless in the ways of love. He knows how to treat his friends, and he knows when it's time to back down from a fight, but when he feels the desire, he will fight and he will cheer, and he will win.

He's so much older than he acts; sucking on his thumb while he sleeps, skipping in the streets, snickering at every crude joke and swear word Jack can give… no one would guess he's really sixteen. Only his height could hint at that.

Dark brown hair, sweet and thick, hidden beneath the hat that serves as a trademark. Deep eyes, hidden beneath darling, thick eyebrows, eyes that call to me while I sleep, sweetening even the sweetest dreams. His face is long; mouth full; teeth endearingly large, and the white color of fresh-fallen snow; shoulders sloped so perfectly and delicately that he had to have been upper-class before he came to the Distribution Center, before he came to be a newsie.

His hands are long, with longer fingers, perfect for his hobby, his work; thieving. Picking pockets. They're swift, soft, slick, daring, darling… perfection.

He shouts his headlines. He laughs at Race's insults. He spends his time with Itey, Jake, Dutchy. He dances divinely, steals sneakily, sings superbly.

He is perfection walking.

He is my Snitch.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

WOO! Love Snitch. You just gotta love him. You can't help it.

Now! Snitch Week begins. We celebrate! Write fics about him, and have fun with it. WOO!