A/N: I know it seems like I abandoned you, but things aren't always as they seem. Unfortunately, in this case things are exactly as they seems. I abandoned you, I'm sorry, Don't shoot me. Please. Also, don't sue me. I make the newsies look like billionaires. This was a dream I had three days ago. BTW: I am Bullet, so she is me. Modern A/U.
Racetrack and his new selling partner, Jill, lay lazily on the grass in a park, watching the sunset together.
Suddenly, the scene changed and they were standing in the middle of an abandoned soccer field. Seeing Spot. Racetrack moved away from Jill in favor of his boyfriend. Finding no one she knew, Jill left the field, only to find her best friend, Bullet, pickpocket and newsie extrordenaire leaning against the tarp that was tied to the chainlink fence surrounding the field.
Deciding to walk home together, the girls chatted about anything and everything. When the two giggling girls walked into Jill and Sarah's one bedroom, one bathroom dorm room, they saw Jack Kelly hunched over the kitchen counter in his boxer shorts, with a pile of makeup and hair pins beside him and a fluffy, pink housecoat with a hood and a pair of pink bunny slippers on the floor beside him. The girls went into the bedroom to chat. Once inside, Bullet held up a playboy magazine.
"Missing something, girlie?"
Jill blushed and grabbed at the object.
"You should know to never let a pickpocket come too close to you. You never know what they might swipe."
"Bullet Conlon! Give that back or I'll tell your brother your little secret!"
"Fine. Have your magazine. It's full of guys, anyway."
At that moment, Jack walked into the room. He had the housecoat on with the hood up.
"Hide! She's coming. The murderer!" Jack whispered frantically. Jill ducked quickly behind the phone stand, and Jack crawled beside bed, squashing Bullet between him, the bed and two walls. Bullet placed her head on her arms and pretended to have passed out.
"Hello?" Sarah's voice sounded from the doorway.
Sarah came into the bedroom and gently lay her head on the pillow, smiling. She knew that Bullet was only faking sleep, so she clapped loudly.
"Hey, Bullet. Have you seen Jack?"
Jack stood up and started to do the "my hip is broken" shuffle towards the door.
Bullet grabbed the hood and pulled it down, revealing a loose bun. Jack turned around, and when he did, the girls burst out laughing.
Jack Kelly Had a Shit ton of make-up on, and short, girlie bangs. He had enough eyeshadow on to make a raccoon jealous, messy eyeliner, masscara streaks everywhere, more eyeliner used as blush and the lipstick looked like it had been done by a retarded three year old.
All in all: Jack Kelly looked rediculous.
"Oh my fuck, Jack, What the fuck have you done?" Bullet spluttered.
END
So, My dreams are crazy, huh? R and R!