Disclaimer: I do not own the 'Newsies' characters. I only own the original characters.
A/N: Okay, this is the first Newsies story that I've ever posted, so be easy please, and tell me what you think. My best friend and I wrote it awhile ago, and randomly decided to post it up now. We hope you guys like it, and if you do, please tell us, through those lovely reviews.
The story is set in present days, where the Newsies are just normal boys in high school. It's basically about Mush, Snitch, Spot, Crutchy, Skittery, the Original Characters, and an appearance by Racetrack. There may be appearances by other Newsies, but we aren't sure yet. We hope you like it.
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It was the first co-ed birthday party of their lives, and they were playing… monopoly.
"Hey Tru, can you throw me my crutch?" Crutchy, obviously a nickname due to the crutch that he had to use since two months ago, asked standing up.
"Sure." Tru grabbed the crutch behind her, and threw it towards Crutchy, slightly hitting the boy in front of her with curly, out of control, type of hair. "Oh, sorry about that."
The boy turned around and grinned. Tru raised an eyebrow, uncomfortable, but was smiling inside because his grin. With his eyes so chinky, it was a little cute, just a little.
"Hey." His voice squeaky, yet seductive for an eleven year old.
"Uhm, hi." Tru responded and smiled a little to be polite. She had jet black hair and had hazel tear-dropped eyes, which stood out on her tan face.
"Did you just move here? Because I haven't seen you around before, and I'm sure I would have noticed you." He raised his eyebrows at her, "My name's John by the way, John Aston."
"The names Tru and I've lived here almost all my life," Tru nodded trying not to make eye contact with the John, John Aston staring at her.
"Oh, but I can't believe I didn't notice a beauty like you."
Tru looked down, lips pursed trying not to laugh; but she was unsuccessful in doing so. "Whew, I didn't know that fifth graders said beauty. That was actually really mushy. You know from now on I think I'm gonna call you Mush." Tru smiled at him, not trying to make it seem mean, because she was just giving him a nickname.
Mush smiled along, but deep inside, felt hurt, being rejected by the first girl he thought didn't have cooties.
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Brooklyn sat on the couch, listening in the conversation that Tru, and the boy she nicknamed Mush. Although Tru turned him down without noticing, "Mush" seemed okay, as they continued their conversation, with laughing and playful hitting.
She sat there, next to a boy, who had obvious green-blue eyes, and a scrawny body.
He sat there with a smirk listening in on their conversation too. Brooklyn asked him, with a smile, "They're good entertainment right?"
Spot turned, and looked Brooklyn with her glasses that made her look smart, and hot at the same time. She had brown eyes and light brown highlights in her dark brown hair. "Yeah, she totally turned John, I mean Mush down, and he doesn't even notice."
Brooklyn chuckled while lying back into the couch, "That poor boy. Tru does this a lot. She doesn't even mean too, just happens, the poor boys in the world, and she's only eleven."
Spot smiled, "Poor Jo- I mean Mush. I can get used to calling him that. I'm Spot by the way. It's a nickname though; the real name is Sean Conlon."
"I'm Brooklyn. I'm just born with weird name." Brooklyn blushed whenever she had to introduce herself to someone, especially since her name was uncommon; like Paris or Manhattan, she took after a city.
"You're in my class right?" Spot asked, unfamiliar with his classmates considering they were only in school for a few days, and they were at an end of the summer party thrown by Crutchy, who was surrounded by girls at the moment. The girls were asking how he hurt his leg, and if he was still in pain.
Brooklyn nodded, "Yeah."
"Then now I have someone to talk to," Spot smirked.
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"Aha!" The green eyed, jet black hair, witty, sarcastic, and oblivious Brandyn grinned, after winning monopoly. "You almost beat me." She looked up at the blue-eyed Dan Snitchtowski, "What's your name?"
"Dan."
"Dan. Wow, what a nice boring name." Brandyn nodded, "What's your last name?"
"Snitchtowski," They boy blushed as if he's never talked to a pretty girl before, only croaking out an answer to her questions.
Brandyn laughed, "I love that. Can I call you Snitchtowski?" Snitch nodded, and Tru sat next to Brandyn, while Mush sat next to Snitch.
"I made a friend today." Tru stated, pointing to Mush, "I named him Mush, because he's mushy."
Snitch laughed and Brandyn joined in, "I made a new friend too. I beat him in monopoly, meet Snitch."
Mush's eyes got big, "SNITCH?! From Snitchtowsky?! That's priceless!" Mush erupted in continuous laughter.
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"MUSH!" Even in sophomore year of high school, Mush still had that continuous laughter he started in the fifth grade, from the end of summer party. Tru rolled her eyes, as she sat across from him in their English class. Ashlee, the other girl in the group, pushed Mush off her chair.
"MUSH! We can't work when you're laughing like that. SHUT UP!" Ashlee yelled.
Although her voice got louder Mush just started laughing harder, until the bell rang, and Mush received a detention for not cooperating in class.
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Tru shook her head approaching the lunch table that she shared with Spot, Brandyn, and Brooklyn.
"Mush does not shut up sometimes," Tru groaned.
Spot nodded, "The continuous laughter? I seriously think you taught him that, ever since that –"
Tru interrupted and mocked Spot's deep voice, "End of the summer party."
Spot pouted, "Just saying."
"Well, you've said it about a million times Conlon," Tru snarled obviously PMSing.
"You know it's pretty funny that you guys don't even talk to Snitch or Mush much anymore… or at all." Brooklyn smiled at Tru. The 'or at all' was directed towards her and Mush, "Just saying."
Brandyn raised an eyebrow, another PMSer. "Well we're not you and Spot. Best friends ever since the," Brandyn mocked Spot's deep voice as Tru did, "end of the summer party."
Spot pouted, and got up like a girl would. "I'm gonna get lunch," He turned on his heel, walking away. Brooklyn, who was like the mother of the two looked at them disapprovingly and they smiled innocently.