Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this story except Leslie. She's mine =). Jack belongs to Disney, and so do all of the other newsies I incorporate in here.
At night, the streets of Manhattan were dark and menacing. He had been walking a long time. And yet, he was not afraid.
He felt untouchable, invincible. And then there was her. Lying in a cardboard box, her feet hanging out of it, her hair tumbling over the edge, he saw her.
She was asleep, yet he knew she would wake up easily. He knew this because, after years of living and sleeping on the streets, one was forced to learn to wake up easily. If you didn't hear something, it could be the end of everything.
As he walked by, something sparked in his mind. He knew that hair. There was something about her that was different but so familiar. He shook his head and continued walking. He would probably never see her again.
This is my first fic, so please be kind if you review (which would be greatly appreciated). I know it's super short, I'll try to make it better! Thanks~
~Midnight Dust