A/N: Okay, I really really suck at writing slash, so please bare with me. I
don't own anything, Um.incase you don't already know, it's slash with
Jack/Race, Spot/Blink, and kinda a one sided Mush/Blink (I was being a very
mean person, please forgive me) Well, now with no further ado.
The Cowboy and The Gambler
Chapter 1
Jack Kelly stood in front of the lodging house trying to come up with a clever excuse for his bloody lip. Normally, Jack would just tell his boys the truth, but then again normally the truth wasn't that he and Sarah had not only broken up, but that she had hit him and drew blood, 'Dang, I shoulda neva taught dat goil how ta fight.' He thought mentally hitting himself. He kept thinking that he should just tell the truth, but no, for Jack had to maintain his reputation even if his pride was hurt beyond compare. You see nineteen-year-old Francis Sullivan, or Jack Kelly to his friends, had been the strike leader two years ago, and had given up what might have been his last chance to go to Santa Fe, and for what, a silly girl, Sarah Jacobs. Jack felt his lower lip again, the bleeding had nearly stopped, but it was still swollen to nearly twice its size.
Jack turned, and began to pace back and forth. Perhaps he could get away with sneaking in and going straight to sleep. Jack grinned, that was his plan. He walked into the lodging house at last and walked over to the counter where the old man, known as Kloppman, slept in a chair. Jack opened the book and scribbled in his name quickly. He closed the book and tiptoed up the stairs, where luckily most of the younger boys were asleep.
"Hey Jack, so you finally decided to come home?" Mush asked softly.
"Ya," Jack tried to smile with his huge bottom lip.
"What happened to yo-" Mush stopped as Blink walked into the room whistling as happy as a lark. "Hey Kid, where'd ya go this mornin'? I waited for ya 'til about six, then I gave up and sold me papes."
Jack grinned, he would go to sleep now, but first he wanted to hear Blink's answer.
"Brooklyn." Blink answered quickly as Jack walked to his bed.
"Why Kid?" Mush asked on, without looking Jack could tell Blink was getting annoyed with his best friend. But than again Jack was curious too, and if it weren't for the whole lip thing, he would be right next to Mush bugging Blink, too.
"None of ya business! I just had stuff to do okay." Blink snapped and climbed into bed stepping on Race's gut on his way.
"Okay," Mush sounded very disappointed and hurt, "Hey Jack?"
Jack tried not to laugh as he pretended once more to be asleep. Jack waited 'til he heard Mush climb into bed and he heard Blink begin to snore, before he walked quietly into the washroom, got his red bandana wet, and placed it onto his lip. Jack shivered as he felt the cold moist cloth on his lip. He had almost gotten used to it when he heard the familiar footsteps enter the washroom.
"Jack, nice lip." Came the cocky-Italian voice of Racetrack Higgins, Manhattan's very own resident gambler.
"Yeah, isn't it just?" Jack gave a half grin, "What are you doing up, Race?"
I decided to see who decided to make such a racket and keep me up all night." Race grinned.
Jack laughed, Nah, what are you really doing up?"
"That bonehead back there stepped on me hut, so I decided that I needed a smoke," Race took a puff of his cigar and grinned, offering it to Jack. Jack took a puff and handed it back to Race, "So, what happened to your lip?"
"I ran into a door." Jack lied, Race stared at him. 'Dang, why can't I pull off a bluff this one time,' he thought. "You want the truth don't ya?"
Race nodded, "And if it's bad enough for you to claim you ran into a wall, I won't tell a soul, Ise swear."
Jack's smile disappeared, "I broke up with Sarah, I told 'er dat if I had ta either kiss a Jacobs or have all of my Newsies die, that I'd rather kiss Davey than her, then for some reason she hit me, I guess I should 'ave let 'er down nicely right?" Jack grabbed Race's cigar again.
"Dat would explain it. But I always thought you were in love with Sarah," Race said trying to hide the smile that appeared once he heard that Jack had broken up with Sarah, which meant that he might have a chance with the guy of his dreams.
"I thought I did, too.or at least I hoped I did, because I mean it would be the right thing for me to do right.but I don't know.I think I mi-" Jack was cut off by Race's lips touching his. Jack didn't know what to do; after all, this was Racetrack Higgins, his best friend, right?
Race stopped kissing Jack as soon as he noticed that Jack wasn't kissing back. His face turned a dark shad of red. "I.I haveta go ta bed." Race said looking at the ground, forgetting about his cigar. He walked quickly to his bunk praying that Jack wouldn't tell anyone about it.
A/N: So, that was the first chapter, I have another chapter too, but I don't know if I want to bother typing it up, because heck, it was written to keep me sane during AP American. So, please tell me what I should do.
The Cowboy and The Gambler
Chapter 1
Jack Kelly stood in front of the lodging house trying to come up with a clever excuse for his bloody lip. Normally, Jack would just tell his boys the truth, but then again normally the truth wasn't that he and Sarah had not only broken up, but that she had hit him and drew blood, 'Dang, I shoulda neva taught dat goil how ta fight.' He thought mentally hitting himself. He kept thinking that he should just tell the truth, but no, for Jack had to maintain his reputation even if his pride was hurt beyond compare. You see nineteen-year-old Francis Sullivan, or Jack Kelly to his friends, had been the strike leader two years ago, and had given up what might have been his last chance to go to Santa Fe, and for what, a silly girl, Sarah Jacobs. Jack felt his lower lip again, the bleeding had nearly stopped, but it was still swollen to nearly twice its size.
Jack turned, and began to pace back and forth. Perhaps he could get away with sneaking in and going straight to sleep. Jack grinned, that was his plan. He walked into the lodging house at last and walked over to the counter where the old man, known as Kloppman, slept in a chair. Jack opened the book and scribbled in his name quickly. He closed the book and tiptoed up the stairs, where luckily most of the younger boys were asleep.
"Hey Jack, so you finally decided to come home?" Mush asked softly.
"Ya," Jack tried to smile with his huge bottom lip.
"What happened to yo-" Mush stopped as Blink walked into the room whistling as happy as a lark. "Hey Kid, where'd ya go this mornin'? I waited for ya 'til about six, then I gave up and sold me papes."
Jack grinned, he would go to sleep now, but first he wanted to hear Blink's answer.
"Brooklyn." Blink answered quickly as Jack walked to his bed.
"Why Kid?" Mush asked on, without looking Jack could tell Blink was getting annoyed with his best friend. But than again Jack was curious too, and if it weren't for the whole lip thing, he would be right next to Mush bugging Blink, too.
"None of ya business! I just had stuff to do okay." Blink snapped and climbed into bed stepping on Race's gut on his way.
"Okay," Mush sounded very disappointed and hurt, "Hey Jack?"
Jack tried not to laugh as he pretended once more to be asleep. Jack waited 'til he heard Mush climb into bed and he heard Blink begin to snore, before he walked quietly into the washroom, got his red bandana wet, and placed it onto his lip. Jack shivered as he felt the cold moist cloth on his lip. He had almost gotten used to it when he heard the familiar footsteps enter the washroom.
"Jack, nice lip." Came the cocky-Italian voice of Racetrack Higgins, Manhattan's very own resident gambler.
"Yeah, isn't it just?" Jack gave a half grin, "What are you doing up, Race?"
I decided to see who decided to make such a racket and keep me up all night." Race grinned.
Jack laughed, Nah, what are you really doing up?"
"That bonehead back there stepped on me hut, so I decided that I needed a smoke," Race took a puff of his cigar and grinned, offering it to Jack. Jack took a puff and handed it back to Race, "So, what happened to your lip?"
"I ran into a door." Jack lied, Race stared at him. 'Dang, why can't I pull off a bluff this one time,' he thought. "You want the truth don't ya?"
Race nodded, "And if it's bad enough for you to claim you ran into a wall, I won't tell a soul, Ise swear."
Jack's smile disappeared, "I broke up with Sarah, I told 'er dat if I had ta either kiss a Jacobs or have all of my Newsies die, that I'd rather kiss Davey than her, then for some reason she hit me, I guess I should 'ave let 'er down nicely right?" Jack grabbed Race's cigar again.
"Dat would explain it. But I always thought you were in love with Sarah," Race said trying to hide the smile that appeared once he heard that Jack had broken up with Sarah, which meant that he might have a chance with the guy of his dreams.
"I thought I did, too.or at least I hoped I did, because I mean it would be the right thing for me to do right.but I don't know.I think I mi-" Jack was cut off by Race's lips touching his. Jack didn't know what to do; after all, this was Racetrack Higgins, his best friend, right?
Race stopped kissing Jack as soon as he noticed that Jack wasn't kissing back. His face turned a dark shad of red. "I.I haveta go ta bed." Race said looking at the ground, forgetting about his cigar. He walked quickly to his bunk praying that Jack wouldn't tell anyone about it.
A/N: So, that was the first chapter, I have another chapter too, but I don't know if I want to bother typing it up, because heck, it was written to keep me sane during AP American. So, please tell me what I should do.