Hair's Short (Yes, I'm the author and that gives me the right to write about my OC first:oP)
Comedic Love
Words: 681

Okay, so I had this idea while talking to the lovely Filly (when I said I had to use the potty...go figure) and came up with a sequel type fic to Newsies Shorts. Well, this time around it's about the Delanceys! Yes, that's right! So, the idea started Thursday when I was filling out a CC for someone's fic and talking to my buddy Sage on AIM at the same time when she said she wanted to be in my fic. So yeah, thanks Sage for making the wheels in my head turn! LOL So I hope I get a CC reply from you so I can write you one! I know how you love Dave and his flip flop wearing, barstool spinning while saying "Woo!" like our beloved Pie Eater, goofy ways on Design on a Dime! LOL

Props to Sage and Filly for getting me to come up with this. And also to Shoe for encouraging me to actually say yes to doing it!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the musical Newsies. I love the musical and that's why I'm a fic writer for this genre. I do NOT own Morris Delancey, Oscar Delancey, or anyone else in this collection of fics...only myself and the character Hair. So yeah...

Walking down the street and trying to stop anyone close enough to her for an opportunity to sell a paper, Hair was jerked backwards. "What's your problem?" she yelled as she spun around.

"Done selling yet?" It was Morris Delancey. Every newsie in New York knew that he had a love hate relationship with Hair. They both loved to hate each other and wasn't afraid to show it every chance they got.

"What's it to you, Morris?" Hair snapped as she picked up the couple of papers that fell out of her still hefty stack. "Now leave me alone. I have a long day today. I need some extra money." With that, she spun around and began to walk away.

"Hang on there, toots," Morris said as he grabbed Hair's arm to stop her from leaving.

"Call me 'toots' one more time, Morris, and I'll--"

"And you'll what?" Morris teased her with a sly grin.

"I'll soak you, that's what!" Hair didn't back down, but she felt butterflies forming in her stomach. She knew Morris hated her as much as she hated him, but his smile always teased her in ways that she hoped no one would find out about.

"Oh yeah?" Morris taunted.

"Yeah! Now leave me alone!" Hair replied and spun around again. The only thing she wanted now was to get away from the older Delancey brother.

Morris followed her. He wasn't going to let her slip away that easily without more pestering.

Trying to ignore him while she thought of a headline to yell out to annoy Morris, Hair finally yelled, "Girl Causes Delancey Brothers to Panic!"

A lady stopped and held out a nickel while Hair obligingly took it and handed her the paper she had been waving in the air. The lady didn't wait for her change, but walked off as she folded the paper and clasped it in her small hands.

Smiling, Hair turned around and looked at Morris. "A whole nickel! Looks like you're now famous, Morris! You should thank me some day," she said and put the nickel in her coin pouch that was tied to her wrist.

Morris' smile faded to an obvious gawk at Hair. "Why you!" he yelled trying to grab Hair.

Dodging his reaching hand, Hair took off running with Morris close behind. She dodged pedestrians and objects on the sidewalk trying desperately to find an alley to duck into while Morris' longer legs began to close the gap between them.

"Gotcha!" Morris exclaimed in triumph when he finally grabbed Hair's by the the arm.

Hair struggled to free her arm, but Morris just pulled her into the alley that she almost ducked into so they didn't cause a scene in front of the citizens of the city.

"Let go, Morris!" Hair yelled at him while she tried to free her arm from his grasp.

"You'll pay for that lousy headline, tootsie," Morris replied and continued pulling Hair deeper into the alley.

"I can't help it if I tell the truth to my customers." Hair stopped trying to jerk her arm away from Morris and smiled sweetly at him when he snapped his head around to glare at her. "What? I'm no liar!"

Morris stopped and pinned Hair against the wall in the alley. "Oh yeah?" he asked, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Yeah!" Hair replied, raising her eyebrows for emphasis.

"Then tell me something, Hair," he began, pressing his face a little closer to hers. Hair tensed a little as she could feel his warm breath on her face. "What do you really think of me?"

Hair froze. She desperately tried to think of a smart lie that didn't give her butterflies away. "You're a Delancey," she said. "What do you think?"

Morris' small smile turned into a grin before his mouth covered Hair's. Her eyes grew wide as she tensed, but then she relaxed and her arms wrapped around Morris' neck to return the kiss. "Thought so," Morris replied after he broke the kiss and walked away.

"You...you...tightwad!" Hair yelled after him.