Hi, all!

I wrote this story while I was at camp, and as such, I wasn't able to do my usual about of research. So no mini history lesson at the end of this one.

When my friend edited this for me, she found a rather interesting typo. Rather than writing "and we see [Jack and Katherine] kiss almost every day!", I had written "and we see [Jack and Katherine] kill almost every day!" It just served as another reminder of why I need someone to read over my writing.

Enjoy!

"Les, what are you doing?"

Les was sitting on the steps of the Newsboys' Lodging House, ripping newspapers into tiny bits.

"I'm making confetti," said Les, looking up at the younger newsie.

"Why?" asked Skipper.

"It's for Jack and Katherine's wedding tomorrow."

"Oh. Why?"

"Well, you're supposed to throw rice at weddings, but Jack spent the rice money on papes, so we're making the papes into confetti to throw instead."

"You're supposed to throw rice at weddings?"

"Yeah. That's what everybody says anyway."

"Can I help?"

"Sure."

Les moved over on the step, handing Skipper a paper.

"Drop the bits in the bucked once you're done," instructed Les.

"Okay. Hey, Les?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you throw rice at weddings?"

"I don't know. I think someone mentioned something about tradition, but I wasn't paying attention. All I know is that the wedding guests are supposed to line up on the way out of the church and throw rice at the bride and groom as they leave."

"That's weird. Won't they just get rice –Uh, confetti? –in their mouths?"

"I asked about that, but Davey told me not to be ridiculous. I also said we should drop the confetti on them from above, but apparently that was ridiculous as well."

"You know, we could do it anyway."

"Do what?"

"Drop confetti on them from above. We could sneak way at the beginning of the wedding, and go up to the tower at the front of the church and drop the confetti from there."

"But we'd miss the wedding!"

"Romeo said the only exciting part would be when Jack and Katherine kiss, and we see them kiss almost every day!"

Les grinned.

"Alright. We'll have to get away at the very beginning. I'll signal you when!"

The next morning, as the newsies and a grudging Mr. Pulitzer filed into the church, Les and Skipper slipped away, taking the confetti with them.

"Do you know how to get to the tower?"

"No. Do you?"

"No."

"Maybe it's up this way." Les pointed at a set of stairs.

"Worth a shot."

The two boys climbed up the stairs, before promptly turning around and climbing back down them.

"I think it's on the other side of the church."

"Yeah."

"Here we go!"

"Finally! Who knew churches have so many staircases!?"

The two boys settled themselves against the tower wall, just below the window.

"What do we do now?"

"We wait. Do you want to play cards?"

"Sure! The guys have been teaching me poker! Hey, Les?"

"Yeah?"

"How long are weddings?"

"I don't know."

"Skipper! Wake up!"

"What?"

"The wedding is over. They're lining up outside."

"Grab the confetti! Quick!"

"I got it!"

The two boys grabbed the bucket and hoisted it up to rest on the windowsill.

"As soon as you see Jack and Katherine, start throwing confetti."

"I see them!"

"GO!"

The two boys reached for handfuls of confetti, and then watched in horror as the bucket fell off the windowsill.

The bucket tumbled downward, spilling its contents and bouncing off the small roof above the church door, before finally landing on Pulitzer's head like an oversized hat.

"Sit!"

Les pulled Skipper down so that they were no longer visible from the street below.

"Les," Jack called up to them. "I know you're up there. You were the one in charge of confetti."

Slowly, Les peeked over the windowsill, once again pulling Skipper with him.

"Sorry," the boys called in unison.

Expecting a lecture, the two boys were surprised to find everyone laughing.