Disclaimer: I do NOT own Newsies, Disney, or Pride and Prejudice. Those are all the rightful property of their creators. The only characters that I do own are Olivia and whoever else I decided to create along the line.
AN: This is my very first fanfic so I am really sorry if it's not very well written. If anyone has any suggestions on how I can improve it please let me know. Also, I really suck at the whole 'New York accent' thing...for now I'm using it, but if it starts getting really bad then I may not use it and you can use your imagination.
Olivia Marie Madsen was on a train heading for New York. She wasn't exactly upset about the move, she just wanted to stay in one place for a set amount of time. Her father had been offered a new job as the executive of some big shot company. Olivia's mother had hope that this time maybe Olivia would make some friends, be invited to parties. Her mother always wondered why Olivia never went out. You'd never have any trouble attracting the boys you know, her mother would say, you're a pretty girl, maybe if you got a little more sun and got your nose out of those books. Her mother was right. She was somewhat pretty. She had light brown hair, and deep green eyes, but she was short, she was 17 and barely hit 5'2. Her mother hated the fact that she liked to read. But reading was Olivia's only escape from the world. The only place she felt free. In fact she was reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice on the way to New York. A few hours later Olivia and her family had reached their destination. As soon as Olivia walked out onto the streets of Brooklyn she immediately fell in love with the hustle and bustle. Little did she know that's not all she would fall in love with.
The next day armed with a book and an orange for a snack Olivia headed to the Brooklyn bridge. As they passed on it the other day she noticed kids sitting with their legs dangling of the side and decided that the bridge was a lovely place for her to just sit and be with her books. She sat down peeled her orange and started reading more about Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy. She was fascinated by Lizzie's wit. After what seemed like hours she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up into the most beautiful pair of stormy blue eyes she had ever seen.
"Can I help you?" Olivia questioned the stranger.
"Yeah, youse can tell me why youse on my bridge."
"Your bridge? Ha! Who do you think you are? The King of Brooklyn? Why don't you just be on your way you lousy…"
She was cut off by the strangers hand coming in contact with her face. She looked at him with terror in her eyes. She'd never bit hit before.
"You-you hit me."
"I'se sorry. I don't normally hit girls, so ya know. It's just I'm not used ta being talked back to ya see. Oh, and sweetheart, I am da King of Brooklyn. Spot Conlon, at ya soivice.