Bad Habits
Bold first person
Regular 3rd person
He has a bad habit. I absolutely hate him for it. I can look past the:
Stealing.
Gambling.
Slight drinking.
Fact that he's a poor newsie.
But I can NOT stand the man when his breath and/or he smells like SMOKE.
"Hey." He said casually to me as he came up and wrapped his arms around from behind me. I said nothing, but gave a small 'hmpf' and slinked out of his arms.
"Molly, baby, what's da matter? You mad at me?" He asked, a pure look of hurt on his face. I again said nothing, but only turned away from him.
"What's da matter, doll?" He asked gently.
"You smell like smoke." I said harshly. He KNOWS I hate it when he smokes.
"Aww, baby! Oh- okay, so, I had a moment of weakness! Could you ever forgive me for that?"
"Race, you go back once, you're gonna keep wanting to go back. You were doing so great, too. Tomorrow it would have been a whole month. A whole month, Race! A whole month of working hard, wasted." I said, getting more upset then angry.
"I'll stay clean, Molly. I promise. I'll even tell da guys not ta let me!" I just gave him an incredulous look. "Okay, maybe just a few of da guys." Another look. "Okay, I promise I'll have Davey an' Jack look out for me." I sighed.
"Fine. I have to be there when you ask them." I added. Race looked falsely like his heart was breaking.
"Do ya really not trust me dat much?" He asked me. I just gave him another look. "Alright, alright, I know, I know." I smirked at him and gave him a wink.
"I'll see you later." I kissed him on the cheek and fleeted off. Racetrack chuckled and rubbed his cheek, and walked off, back to 'home'.
" 'ey! Race! You look like yo'ur on anudder planet!" Jack called out to him as he walked in the door late, seeing as the Newsies were almost all in bed already.
"I am, I feel like I am." Race said, flopping onto his bunk, crossing his hands behind his head.
" 'ey, either that, or 'e's in love." Mush said with a witty smile. He said nothing but cracked an eye open and gave him a mysterious smile.
"Kay, spill it, Racey. Who's da girl?" Jack asked him. Race gave a sigh and his smile widened, if that was possible.
"She's amazing." He snapped up. "But… I gotta ask you guys somethin'. Can you guys help me ta stop smokin'? For her?" He said, his eyes begging them.
"What, she don't like it that you smoke?" Jack asked, snickering lightly. Race shook his head.
"Naw, but… I'll do it for 'er, y'know?" He said softly, staring up at the bottom of Jack's bunk from his own. Jack smirked.
"Yeah, I know." He replied. 'That boy is whipped…' He thought as the last few newsies drifted off to dreams of sellin' papes and makin' it big.