One of Everything
By: Dreamless-Mermaid
One shot
A.N: Hello all! Wow, an actual story. A one shot, but at least it's something. Please note: This will not be made into a full story. This was intended to be read as if it were part of a story. It's actually just a random thought I had one day. A "what if" thing. I know that if I started developing this more I would soon loose steam, thus it would end up to be nothing. I hope you enjoy this anyway! Sorry if I disappoint anyone. I just know that's what would happen. Please read and review!
"Hey, what's this do?"
"What are the little round holes called again?"
"Cup holders."
"How can a car have so much room back here?"
"Racetrack, if you flip off one more person I swear to God I'll-"
"On off. On off. On off. On off."
"Okay seriously, stop."
"Heya, dolls, I'm gettin' a little hungry back here."
"You'll just have to wait, Spot."
"Wow, these seats are really dirty. What is this, gum?"
"Can't this hunk of junk go any faster?"
"Says the guy who didn't even know what a car was until two hours ago."
"What's this button?"
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
I wanna kiss you
But if I do then I might miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A love game, a love game
All chatter in the car immediately ceased. It was the quietest it had been in the past ten minutes. The girls basked in the silence, letting the boys continue listening to the radio.
"We should definitely play this around them more often." Wendy muttered.
"What is that?" David shouted from the very back of the car.
"Lady Gaga. You like?" Sammi said.
"No!" David shouted again.
"Turn it off!" Mush yelled, covering his ears with his hands. The rest of the boys followed his lead.
"Then stop screwing with my car!" Sammi said, leaning over to punch the little black knob again. Gaga's voice vanished and six lungfuls of air were simultaneously released in relief. Why me? Sammi thought. The boys and her two best friends kept the talk to a bare minimum, which was a good thing, considering she was trying to figure out how they ended up here in the first place, and that needed a lot of concentration. Sammi wasn't a big believer in too many things. So the fact that six boys somehow traveled through time and ended up on her doorstep was still blowing her mind. For days they followed her around like lost puppies, begging her to believe them. That was one of the rare times she was glad she lived alone in her tiny apartment. Finally, after a week of keeping them hidden, the boys were found by Adelaide and Wendy and the three of them took to the internet.
Newboys. From 1899.
Really?
They weren't anyone enormously famous? At least that would have been entertaining. And why, oh God, why did she have to end up withsix of them? One would have been bad enough!
Racetrack leaned forward in his seat just enough to stop his head beside Jack's. "Heya, Jack, I bet you don't got the guts to moon anyone." he murmured enticingly. Sammi's eyes darted to her rearview mirror. She saw Jack smirk, which translated into instant trouble.
"You're on." They spit shook.
Ew.
"Hey hey, no gambling in my car!" Sammi protested. Jack proceeded to stand, somewhat awkwardly, while attempting to unbuckle his belt. Wendy, who had the unfortunate luck of sitting between Jack and Blink, was beside herself.
"Forget gambling!" she shouted, tugging on his arm. He fell into the seat with a thud. "No mooning! We don't want to see that!"
Jack merely smirked again. "Aw come on, doll face. It ain't gonna hurt no one."
Wendy glared at Jack. "It will hurt my eyes." She crossed her arms over her chest. Jack chuckled to himself and began talking with the others.
"I thought this was going to be fun," Adelaide grumbled. She pulled a leg up to her chest and rested her chin on her knee. "We're probably the only people in the world to have the chance to know actual time travelers and they end up being complete idiots."
Sammi glanced over at her. "Oh, honey, they're not idiots. They're boys."
"Same thing." Adelaide scoffed. Sammi nodded, agreeing that there really wasn't a difference. Blink, who was sitting behind her, tapped her shoulder.
"Hey, Sammi. What's a disco stick?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, a what?"
"Well the girl from the song said she wanted to take a ride on a disco stick. What is that?" he asked again, genuinely confused. All three girls sputtered and laughed so hard it made everyone else in the car quiet down again.
"Think about it, Blink," Sammi snickered. "I'm sure you called it something different back then."
"I know what it means." Spot said, grinning. Sammi raised an eyebrow. She very much doubted that but considering he got phone numbers from four different girls at the mall last week, he might have caught on.
"Is it like a toy?" David said, practically hurling himself over the seat in his excitement.
"I bet it's a new type of train." Mush said.
"It's gotta be somethin' good, right? She said she wanted to have fun." Racetrack said.
"I wanna ride a disco stick!" Mush said, his eyes actually lighting up at the thought.
"Me too! Where can we get one?" Blink said, his nose eagerly pressed against the window, scouting the passing highway as if a giant sign with an even bigger arrow that pointed down were to spring up at any moment that said 'Disco Sticks Sold Here!'
Wendy's face was bright red from embarrassment and her silent fits of laughter and Adelaide actually had tears rolling down her face.
"Okay, I was wrong. This is classic!" Adelaide cried, holding her stomach. Sammi found it hard to keep her steering straight.
Jack shook his head. "You guys are nuts." For some reason this made Adelaide and Wendy laugh harder than ever.
"Stop! Oh my God, please stop! My stomach hurts!" Wendy gasped out.
Spot sighed and decided to take pity on his fellow newsies. "You dummies, you already have a disco stick." David, Racetrack and Mush paused, Blink removed himself from the window, and the four of them thought about this.
"No we don't. I think we would know if we had something that fun." David rolled his eyes.
"Oh no. Trust me. You do." Spot said. He then proceeded to lean across the seat and whisper something in Blink's ear. Sammi watched from the rear view mirror as his eye got wider and wider as what Spot said registered in his brain.
"Oohh." Blink said, getting it. Spot whispered more. "Oohh," his gaze immediately met Sammi's in the mirror. "But that does sound fun!"
"I know. Pass it on." Spot said, settling himself in his seat, giving a look to Sammi like he just did a job well done. Wendy practically backhanded him.
"What did you tell him?" she said. She managed to keep her smile very small.
"The truth." Spot shrugged. Blink turned around to tell it to Mush, who had the exact same reaction. Mush relayed it to David, who didn't say anything at all until he passed it along to Racetrack. He laughed.
"I love this year!"
They hadn't been on the highway very long before a light pinged on on Sammi's dashboard. She glanced down at it, wondering what the cause could be, and her gas gauge was just about an inch away from the big E. She sighed. She hated getting gas, especially in New York where they were practically nonexistent. Good thing this was her parent's car and they would be paying for her gas today.
"Time for a pit stop." Sammi announced to her crew.
"Oh! Let's get ICEEs!" Wendy said.
Sammi nodded. "Sure, but don't let them," she pointed to the oblivious group of boys over her shoulder. "anywhere near the machine. I don't trust them to sip them quietly. They'll make a huge mess and my mom will freak out."
"Check." Adelaide said. Sammi eventually found a little corner store right off the highway and she pulled the white Tahoe up to the first available pump. She parked, killed the engine, unbuckled her seat belt and turned around so that she had a full view of the passengers.
"Are we gettin' food now?" Spot asked.
"Sort of. The car actually needs gas so-"
"I got plenty of that. Want me to give you some?" Racetrack joked. The others snickered.
"Gasoline, you moron. Oil. Nothing from your butt, please." Sammi said, rolling her eyes. She sighed very heavily and looked over at her friends. "Again I say: why me? Why all guys?"
"Weren't there any girl newsies back then?" Wendy said. Sammi shrugged but Jack snorted.
"Yeah like we'd ever let a girl sell papes with us." He started snickering like it was just the funniest thing. A few of the other boys laughed nervously. Wendy bristled. Oh great, here we go.
"And why not?" Wendy asked, attempting to keep a straight face.
"Because all they'd do is whine and complain about how tired they was-"
"You do that already." A chorus of low oooooo's followed Wendy's burn. Why did they always have to pick fights with each other? This was going to get worse before it got better.
"Guys, come on, give it a rest." Sammi said, rubbing her temples.
"You think you could do better?" Jack said, his voice rising.
"How hard could it be? All I'd have to do is make something up and look pretty!" Wendy outright shouted.
"Actually, I've found that there's an art to it-"
"Shut up, Dave!" Jack and Wendy shouted together. Okay now it was getting ridiculous. Her headache was growing, as it always did when she faced stress.
"Both of you shut up!" Sammi shouted this time. Jack and Wendy ceased their argument and everyone looked to Sammi. "This car needs to get back to my parent's house as soon as possible," she continued, her voice now at a normal level. "If it's not there by the time they get home from Boston, I'm screwed. This car is their baby. Sometimes I think they love it more than me but the point is…we need to get back soon. I'm going to get the gas, the girls are going in the store and the rest of you are staying here."
"You promised us food." Spot quickly reminded her.
Sammi hesitated. "Fine," she agreed. "but one thing each and one thing only." The boys cheered then proceeded to file out of the car one by one and crash into the store. Sammi sighed for the billionth time that day. "Here," she said to the girls as she reached into her pocket. She pulled out eighty dollars her parents left her and handed it to Adelaide. "put forty bucks on number two and the rest should cover whatever you guys want. And make sure they eat outside please."
Adelaide pocketed the cash but looked at Sammi wearily. "Are you okay?"
"Cordelia said they couldn't get home until the next full moon. That's in two weeks. How are we ever going to survive two weeks with the newsboys from hell?" Sammi said numbly.
"Come on, Sammi, cheer up. Spring break is soon so we'll have more time to focus on them instead of school." Wendy reassured.
"Great. Just how I want to spend it. Babysitting a bunch of useless, idiotic, teenage boys who are, by the way, from 1899." With that Sammi slipped out of the car, slammed the door, and leaned against the pump. The girls left the car a moment later. Sammi thought she could hear them muttering to one another but she didn't much care. All she wanted was to get this car home in one piece and live to see the next day. It wasn't that her parents didn't trust her. They would just rather have their pride and joy tucked away in the garage with a lock and security system. Oh sure, Sammi could use it anytime she wanted as long as she called to ask permission.
But Sammi didn't call.
Which is why it was so crucial that they made it back before her parents did. Add to the fact that the boys were going to have to remain in her apartment for the next two weeks. Peachy. Just peachy.
Blink wandered out of the store first, a huge open bag of Doritos in his hand. He was taking two to three chips at a time and shoving them into his mouth. "Oh my God, these are sooooo good." he said when he had a second to breathe.
"Whoa dude. You're not a vacuum cleaner." Sammi said, brushing off a few chip particles that had landed on her shirt. She paused in her cleaning when a sudden thought struck her. "Did the girls pay for that?"
Blink shrugged. "I dunno. I just grabbed 'em and started eatin'."
She huffed in anger and seized the bag. He started to protest but she cut him off. "You can't take things without paying for them. That's called stealing."
"I know what it means, I ain't stupid." He lunged for the chips but she held them an arm's length away, out of his reach.
"So you think because you did it back in your time that it would be acceptable in this time?"
He stopped his attempt to get his snack and froze, his face contorting to anger. "I ain't never stole nothin' in my life."
She laughed once in a mocking way. "Then it's strike one for you, isn't it?" Sammi marched to the convenience store and nearly bumped into Wendy, who was coming out. "Here," Sammi said, thrusting the chips into her friends hands. "make sure you pay for these." With that she stormed back to the car, leaving a startled Wendy behind. Once at the car Sammi unscrewed the gas cap, lifted the pump from his holster, punched the button for unleaded gas and jammed the nozzle into the car. While the oil slowly filled the vehicle, she stood with her arms crossed, pointedly avoiding Blink's gaze.
"What is with you?"
"You can have your chips when Wendy has paid for them." she answered stiffly.
"Not about that. Ever since we got here you've been treatin' us like we're bugs-"
"Bugs are a problem, Blink. And that's what you guys are. One. Big. Problem. I don't appreciate having my life halted to take care of you all the time."
"Yeah, because we really asked for this."
"Well I sure as hell didn't." she grumbled. Blink sighed, put a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry that this happened to you. Really. Before you know it, two weeks will be gone and we'll get to go home. Then you'll never have to see us again. Remember what Madame Cordelia said? We can't ever be in the future again. We're already messin' it up by bein' here now." he said in a soft voice. Sammi couldn't help but notice how uncomfortably close he was to her. She jumped when the latch on the nozzle clicked up, signaling that the gas was done pumping. She cleared her throat.
"Yeah. You're right," she took a step away from him and replaced the nozzle in it's holder. "Besides, I can't look after you guys all the time. Adelaide and Wendy will be helping too so I won't get to see you as much. That should make it go by faster." As she attempted to walk away she made the mistake of moving her gaze to his face. His single green eye caught her soft blue ones. For a moment, she thought she felt her heart beat a little faster than normal. She also thought Blink was going to say something else but the moment was ruined by Adelaide rushing out of the store.
"Sammi, you will never-" she started quickly, but stopped when she saw how close her friend and the newsie were to each other. "Whoa. Sorry, did I interrupt something?" Sammi wanted to punch that smirk off her face.
"No. Not at all. Blink and I were just talking."
"About what?" Now Adelaide was grinning. Sammi turned away from Blink to stalk toward Adelaide, glaring all the while.
"Shut up. What's going on?" Sammi muttered, back to her normal self. They made their way to the store together with Blink on their heels.
"While you were out here "talking", they decided to-well, you'll see." Adelaide answered. When the three of them entered the store, they spotted Wendy, arms over her chest looking murderous. Sammi followed Wendy's killer glare to the counter. It seemed that yet again the boys did not listen to a word Sammi had said. Piled haphazardly on top of one another were several bags of goodies: Chips, beef jerky, sunflower seeds. In a small pile next to them were the different variety of snack cakes along with at least a dozen or more candies. Jack and Spot were still continuing to bring things to the counter and were oblivious to anything else. David lingered by the soda and ICEE machines, pondering which have first. Racetrack was, to no ones surprise, staring pensively at the selection of beers in the coolers. And the store clerk was at a loss for words.
"I tried to stop them, Sammi, but the jerk faces decided not to listen to me." Wendy said, her hands on her hips now. Sammi did not have time for this. The seconds were ticking away until her parents were to arrive home and they were going to have a heart attack each when they discovered the loss of their Tahoe.
"Jack, Spot, what the hell are you doing?" Sammi shouted at them. They jumped a little when they heard her but otherwise were not deterred from their mission.
"You said we could get whatever we wanted." Jack smiled at them.
"She said we could have whatever we," Adelaide pointed to herself and Wendy. "wanted. Not you. It's like you have selective hearing or something."
"Racetrack, David, Mush, come on! We're leaving!" Sammi yelled at them authoritatively. She felt like a parent disciplining her out of control children.
"But twelve flavors, Sammi," David said, his eyes pleading. He was pointing to the soda machine. "Twelve!"
"I know, David, but we have to go."
"What about the food? We're hungry!" Spot complained. Wendy huffed, pulled out the remaining twenty dollar bill and then made her way to the counter. She shoved Spot aside to pay for the open bag of chips.
"There! Now let's go." she fumed, thrusting the bag into his hands.
"Hey those are mine!" Blink whined. Sammi scampered to the back of the store to take Racetrack and Mush by the arm. Adelaide did the same for David, though he was having trouble leaving the machines. Sammi said many apologies to the store clerk as she hurried everyone out the door and into the car.
"Spot, hand over my chips!"
"Wendy gave 'em to me, they're mine now."
"Twelve!"
"Spot, Blink, quit fighting! They're just chips for God's sake!"
"I wasn't done looking at the beers."
"She always has to ruin the fun."
"On off. On off. On off."
"Ugh. Why me?"
A.N: A few notes before this ends. I don't own Lady Gaga's song "Love Game". The lyrics just happened to tie in so well with what I planned at the time. I imagined Sammi and the girls to be about twenty years old and in college, the newsies to be around eighteen, hence why she called them "teenage boys". Also, I firmly believe that Jack would let anyone join his newsies if they proved to be hard workers, boy or girl. Just so you know ^_^
Once again, I will not be developing this any further so please do not ask me to. Thank you.
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