A.N. So… ya this is my first Newsies fanfiction and I just hope it's good. I am obsessed with Crutchie so if I write anymore they will be about Crutchie too. This will be like the stage musical with Andrew Keenan-Bolger as Crutchie, Corey Cott as Jack, and Ryan Breslin as Racetrack, etc.
Narrator POV
Snow was whisking down from the sky, covering the New York streets in a thick, white blanket. The streets were so full of the powdery, white snow that no one was out and the newsies couldn't sell any papes.
As usually happens with the cold weather, Crutchie's gimp leg stiffened up painfully that morning, so much that he could barely move. The boys decided to go outside and have some fun in the snow on their one day off. They pulled a chair up to the window so Crutchie could watch, bundled up, and with a whoop jumped into the snow.
The boys were outside for hours throwing snowballs at each other and building snowmen before they got too cold and decided to go back in. With smiles plastered on their faces the hurried through the door and took off all the extra layers. When Jack opened the door he heard a sniffle from the corner over the boys happy yelling behind him. Turning in the direction he saw Crutchie still sitting on the chair, tears silently streaming down his cheeks.
The rest of the boys entered the room and immediately sensed the tension. They all fell silent watching Crutchie cry before Jack and Race slowly walked over. Crouching in front of the twelve year old, Jack hesitantly placed his hand on Crutchie's knee.
Standing next to Jack, Race whispered, "Crutchie, what's wrong?" Crutchie hiccupped and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, looking up at the boys with bright red eyes.
"I-I just can't do nothin' that yous guys can do. I can't run 'round or play in da snow; I can barely stand or even walk witout my crutch. I-it just hurts that-that, I just can't do nothin'." Crutchie started crying again and reached down to grip his right leg. "Jack, my-my leg hurts so bad, Jack, it hurts."
Jack rubbed Crutchie's right leg as Race held him until he cried himself to sleep. When Crutchie's breathe evened Jack picked him up and placed him gently on his bunk. With a sigh, Jack sat down in the chair previously inhabited by Crutchie and held his head in his hands.
The boys slowly moved into the room and sat on the floor around Jack, all staring at him. Finally, Jack lifted his eyes up to see the crowd sitting around him, with Race off to the side running his fingers through Crutchie's auburn hair.
"What are we going to do about him", Race whispered in a voice so soft it almost wasn't heard in the silent room. Jack sighed, he couldn't think of anything to do. This was the first time Crutchie had broken down and cried. Those stupid Delancys. Why did the have to hurt him!
"Spot", Jack said slowly, "Spot Conlon will know what to do". The boys smiled and raised their eyebrows. Of course, Spot Conlon would know, he always knows. Spot and Crutchie happen to be great friends, funny considering one is a gimp and the other doesn't like people who can hold him back, but for some reason they are great friends. Spot'll help him. He's gotta.
A.N. I'm working on my other stories right now. A lot of homework, after school activities, and writers block do not make a good combination for a writer so I thought starting a new story would help and it helped a little, so tell me what you think, continue or trash it?