Something Beautiful
Written by: FictionHobbit for a friend for her birthday. Brooke belongs to her.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! The Song is by Jars of Clay. Newsies.. yeah I own um.... riight.
Waking up that morning, Micheal "Skittery" Behr felt something very different was about to occur in his life. Skittery quickly made his way to the D.C. and bought his papes. Something was telling him to head to a different selling spot that morning. standing at the gate, he looked right then left. On the air coming from the left there was a faint scent of baking bread and electricity. Hid feet took him towards the bread. Even if he couldn't buy the bread he could trick his stomach into thinking it were full of that delicious food. He ended up down wind on a corner a few shops away from said bakery. Finding a few headlines to improve he set out to work, the feeling that something life altering would happen only became stronger as the hours ticked by, That's when it happened.
On his last paper, Skittery didn't see the person come running out of the bakery towards him until it was too late. The two of them landed in a heap on the ground. "Geroff wouldja?" Skittery growled at the person lying on top of him with a shove.
"Stop 'im! Police!" a woman hollered, staring in Skittery's direction as the man who had bumped into the dumbfounded newsie got up and sprang away.
'Why's dis shit gotta happen ta me? I ain't gettin' involved. Dat lady ain't my problem. Ignore it,' Skittery thought as the woman's pleading became more insistant.
"Somebody, please! It's all we have," the distressed careworn lady continued.
'Where is everybody?' Skittery watched for others to help the lady. There was no one else. 'Poifect,' he rolled his eyes., taking off after the thief. Unfortunately for the reluctant hero the bulls showed up as he apprehended the thief, taking them both into custody and who believes a newsies has honorable intention? Nobody.
Officer Blowhard, as Skittery dubbed him, pushed him back to the bakery. Officer Needle Nose, another Skittery creation, escorted the thief ahead of them. Arriving at the bakery, Blowhard demanded Skittery apologize and give back the money. "It was these two, wasn't it, ma'am? We caught 'em fightin' over the money," Blowhard bragged about doing his job.
"Well no, Officer. It was the blonde. The newsie was merely getting my money back for me," she explained as Needle Nose searched the thief, giving back the money.
"Oh please. Ma'am, leave the thinking to us men. This one was an accomplise," Blowhard retorted smugly. This didn't go over well. The look she gave him would have knocked over a smaller man, dead. Blowhard swallowed loudly but remained, otherwise, undaunted.
"You can't do anythin if I don't press charges. The blond is the problem. Take him away and leave us," she nearly growled.
Shaking his head in a mixture of disbelief and pity, Blowhard unshackled Skittery's wrists and the officers escorted the blonde off.
When they were gone, the greying lady smiled warmly at the newsie hiding her pity. "I'm sorry about that, young man. Can I get you anything to repay you? If you hadn't stopped that punk this week's salary would have vanished," she finally spoke. Her eyes showing the gratitude she could not verbally express. As she said these words, she took his hand between her caloused and wrinkled ones. Years of hard work manifested itself in them.
'Some a dat money'd be nice,' Skittery thought, his mind seeing all the cash he'd just given up. The brown haired newsie had never seen so much money in his life. "Nah. Thank ya, dough," he answered, beginning to walk away.
"Young man! Please at least lemme give ya a little somethin'. Have you eaten lunch yet?" Skittery answered negatively. "That settles it. Pick anything in the bakery you wish to eat and it's yours," she grinned, pulling him inside her shop. Going inside, he had no idea his life would change so drastically in such a short time.
Skittery's mouth watered at the sight before his eyes. Licking his lips hungrily, he pointed out a chocolate covered delicacy. Skittery didn't know he had become a dessert for the eyes of somebody else hiding in the shadows of the kitchen. Sitting down to devour his snack and a glass of milk, his eyes fell on the kitchen door where a girl, who appeared around his age, stood mostly hidden by the shadow of the door.The older woman, Mrs. David, as she had introduced herself as, rattled on, her voice lost to him by that time. "Pardon me, Mrs. David, but who's dat?" Skittered inquired, gerturing towards the kitchen door, now vacant. 'She was right dere! What's goin' on?' he thought, polishing off the second glass of milk.
"She's nobody to be concerned about. I'll be right back. Eat up dear," Mrs. David dismissed the girl with a wave of her, excused herself into the kitchen where Skittery could discearn yelling then a loud b'THWAP'b as if somebody had been hit.
Written by: FictionHobbit for a friend for her birthday. Brooke belongs to her.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! The Song is by Jars of Clay. Newsies.. yeah I own um.... riight.
Waking up that morning, Micheal "Skittery" Behr felt something very different was about to occur in his life. Skittery quickly made his way to the D.C. and bought his papes. Something was telling him to head to a different selling spot that morning. standing at the gate, he looked right then left. On the air coming from the left there was a faint scent of baking bread and electricity. Hid feet took him towards the bread. Even if he couldn't buy the bread he could trick his stomach into thinking it were full of that delicious food. He ended up down wind on a corner a few shops away from said bakery. Finding a few headlines to improve he set out to work, the feeling that something life altering would happen only became stronger as the hours ticked by, That's when it happened.
On his last paper, Skittery didn't see the person come running out of the bakery towards him until it was too late. The two of them landed in a heap on the ground. "Geroff wouldja?" Skittery growled at the person lying on top of him with a shove.
"Stop 'im! Police!" a woman hollered, staring in Skittery's direction as the man who had bumped into the dumbfounded newsie got up and sprang away.
'Why's dis shit gotta happen ta me? I ain't gettin' involved. Dat lady ain't my problem. Ignore it,' Skittery thought as the woman's pleading became more insistant.
"Somebody, please! It's all we have," the distressed careworn lady continued.
'Where is everybody?' Skittery watched for others to help the lady. There was no one else. 'Poifect,' he rolled his eyes., taking off after the thief. Unfortunately for the reluctant hero the bulls showed up as he apprehended the thief, taking them both into custody and who believes a newsies has honorable intention? Nobody.
Officer Blowhard, as Skittery dubbed him, pushed him back to the bakery. Officer Needle Nose, another Skittery creation, escorted the thief ahead of them. Arriving at the bakery, Blowhard demanded Skittery apologize and give back the money. "It was these two, wasn't it, ma'am? We caught 'em fightin' over the money," Blowhard bragged about doing his job.
"Well no, Officer. It was the blonde. The newsie was merely getting my money back for me," she explained as Needle Nose searched the thief, giving back the money.
"Oh please. Ma'am, leave the thinking to us men. This one was an accomplise," Blowhard retorted smugly. This didn't go over well. The look she gave him would have knocked over a smaller man, dead. Blowhard swallowed loudly but remained, otherwise, undaunted.
"You can't do anythin if I don't press charges. The blond is the problem. Take him away and leave us," she nearly growled.
Shaking his head in a mixture of disbelief and pity, Blowhard unshackled Skittery's wrists and the officers escorted the blonde off.
When they were gone, the greying lady smiled warmly at the newsie hiding her pity. "I'm sorry about that, young man. Can I get you anything to repay you? If you hadn't stopped that punk this week's salary would have vanished," she finally spoke. Her eyes showing the gratitude she could not verbally express. As she said these words, she took his hand between her caloused and wrinkled ones. Years of hard work manifested itself in them.
'Some a dat money'd be nice,' Skittery thought, his mind seeing all the cash he'd just given up. The brown haired newsie had never seen so much money in his life. "Nah. Thank ya, dough," he answered, beginning to walk away.
"Young man! Please at least lemme give ya a little somethin'. Have you eaten lunch yet?" Skittery answered negatively. "That settles it. Pick anything in the bakery you wish to eat and it's yours," she grinned, pulling him inside her shop. Going inside, he had no idea his life would change so drastically in such a short time.
Skittery's mouth watered at the sight before his eyes. Licking his lips hungrily, he pointed out a chocolate covered delicacy. Skittery didn't know he had become a dessert for the eyes of somebody else hiding in the shadows of the kitchen. Sitting down to devour his snack and a glass of milk, his eyes fell on the kitchen door where a girl, who appeared around his age, stood mostly hidden by the shadow of the door.The older woman, Mrs. David, as she had introduced herself as, rattled on, her voice lost to him by that time. "Pardon me, Mrs. David, but who's dat?" Skittered inquired, gerturing towards the kitchen door, now vacant. 'She was right dere! What's goin' on?' he thought, polishing off the second glass of milk.
"She's nobody to be concerned about. I'll be right back. Eat up dear," Mrs. David dismissed the girl with a wave of her, excused herself into the kitchen where Skittery could discearn yelling then a loud b'THWAP'b as if somebody had been hit.