OMG! This story has been in my head since November… I need to work on "The Choice" but it won't let me! This story will have abuse later on, so don't like don't read. Im going to write in newsie speak; ya know goil, skoit, woik. It is a Crutchy/OC story. Enjoy my story!
They heard the crash from inside the liquor store before they saw the girl being dragged out.
"And stay out you lousy goil!" the shopkeeper yelled before throwing her off of the stairs and onto the hard, unforgiving street.
"Ya' coulda just asked nicely!" she yelled giving the man, and everyone else, a nice view of her middle finger. David hurriedly covered Les' eyes so he wouldn't see the gesture. Jack on the other hand let out a small chuckle.
"She's got a temper, a fiery one at that." He said, watching try to get up, but grimace at the pressure on her shoulder. Crutchy went to go help her, but Jack stopped him by putting his arm out.
"Let 'er get up on 'er own, she'll be okay. She's a big goil." He reassured, but at that moment one of the bulls decided to harass her for a while.
"Hey you, what're you doin' outside this store, didn't 'e tell ya ta beat it?" he said, shoving her back with his baton.
"I was just goin'!" she snapped.
"Lousy kid," he snapped before prodding her bad shoulder as hard as he could. He left right after that, a sneer on his face. She fell from the pain more than the force of the push. Crutchy walked around Jack's arm and towards the girl.
"Why'd a bit of skoit like you be in a store like that?" he asked as he looked at the store sign.
MAX'S LIQUOR: BEST BOTTLES IN NEW YORK
"Buyin' a puppy, whaddya think I was doin?" she said standing to her feet. She was a few inches shorter than Racetrack.
"Goils like you don't drink." He pointed out, gesturing to her expensive looking dress, now with a few dirty stains.
"Well boys like you don't usually go out of theih way to help someone widout wantin' somtin' in return." She said.
"You must not know me, princess." he said.
"You don't know me either, so don't make 'goils like you' comments if you don't wanna heah 'boys like you' statements." She snapped as she tried to move passed him.
"Well then let's get ta know each otha. Name's Crutchy and you are?" he asked, extending a hand.
"It doesn't mattah."
"Nice ta meetcha It doesn't mattah."
"Yous'e got a nice poisonality an' all, but I gotta be on my way." She said, shoving the boy off of his feet a little as she passed. Jack glanced at Blink, Mush, and Racetrack and winked before waking over to the pair, planning on having some harmless fun.
"'Ey, yous'e in such a hurry you almost knocked ovah my poor limpin' friend. That just ain't right. Us Newsies don't get no respect… it just ain't right." he said, putting his hand over his heart in mock sorrow.
"Oh great, e's got friends." She muttered," well maybe your 'poor limpin' friend' should learn not ta go around harassing people!" she snapped, trying to maneuver around Racetrack, Mush, and Jack, who had formed a half circle around her.
"You don't have any respect for anyone do ya'?" Jack asked.
"Yeah yeah, I've heard it all before. Do ya' have anything else to say other than lecture me, or can I leave you nice boys ta sell ya papers." She retorted, once again trying to get passed Racetrack, who would follow her every move. After a minute se let out a defeated sigh and gave up the awkward dance. "Will ya please call your boys off?"
"Why you in such a hurry goil, got a special someone yous'e goin ta meet?" Racetrack asked, as she tried to get through a gap, only for it to be filled by David and Les.
"No, but yous'e just as annoying as my old one," she snapped, "I need ta get home. Look, er, Crutchy," she said, turning on her heel so fast that her long blonde hair almost hit the others in the face, "how bout I buy a few papers. Then will ya' let this poor tired goil go home?"
"Three papes." Mush cut in quickly.
"Two." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Four." Racetrack tried to cut in, Crutchy trying to tell his friends to stop as they bargained.
She smirked and slipped around David before giving her part in. "Three take it or I'm gone."
"Uh right, three." He said after his friends nudged him forward. "You sure buy a lotta papes goil." He said, handing her the papers.
"Yeah, I just love ta read, 'ere ya go." She said, taking a silver dollar out of her purse and handing it to him.
"Uh, miss, you kinda overpaid. They're two for a penny." He said in shock.
"Keep da' change, I can't do anything with two hundred papers." She said as she passes a dumbfounded Jack.
"Wait! You never said your name!" Crutchy yelled.
"Brooklyn Jones, just like the bridge and the part of the city. My parents aren't the most creative people out there." She said over her shoulder.
"Cash ta boin and a fiery tongue… what a goil." Mush said as they watched her go.
"Nice poisonality too," Crutchy muttered, looking down at the silver dollar in his hand. He finally looked down at the headline and grimaced.
POISONOUS SPIDERS FOUND IN CITY HALL
"Deadly assassins found in city hall! Find it all on page nine!" he yelled. If there was one thing that he knew was that he would see her again.
Just a notice, some questions will be answered in the next chapter, like who is her ex? Where did she get the silver dollar from? Why was she in a liquor store? Will I ever finish my other stories? Till next time, your faithful servant Nevermore8