DISCLAIMER: I don't own Newsies…or Disney…This is just another fan fic! :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'The Way I Loved You' either. This song is performed by Taylor Swift, written by Taylor Swift and John Rich. It is featured on her sophomore album, Fearless, which was produced by Big Machine Records.

Jack & Sarah: The Way I Loved You

Chapter One: I Loved Jack, I Love Itey

"David," Les called out enthusiastically. He bounced up from the table to greet his older brother, his school books and papers forgotten.

"Hey there, Les," David said, messing up his little brother's hair fondly.

"Hey, kid," Jack Kelly said to Les. He crouched down and pulled Les on top of shoulders. Les squealed with delight. "Sarah," Jack said politely, nodding in my direction. It was like an after though.

"Hey, Sar," David said, walking towards my spot in the rocking chair. He kissed my cheek.

"Hi, Davey," I greeted him sweetly with a sad smile.

"We came to see if Les was done with his school work. We figured he could sell the evening edition with us," David explained.

I stood up and set my sewing down on the table. "Sorry, boys," I told them reluctantly. "Les didn't finish his history yet. And he's still got math from yesterday that he never did."

"Aww, come on, Sarah," Les pleaded from his throne one top of Jack's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Les. But you know Mam's rules. No schoolwork, no papes."

"Sarah," Jack begged quietly. "Maybe jus' this once, huh? I'll help 'em wid his woik as soon as we get back." I opened my mouth to disagree. "Lace, I need dis kid's puss to help me make ends meet."

I stood still, shocked at hearing Jack's nickname for me. He hadn't called me 'Lace' since they day we broke up, just over two months ago. "Okay," I whispered. "That's fine then. Take him and go sell your blasted papes. But he does have to get his schoolwork done before his bedtime."

Jack smiled at me sweetly and my stomach flipped.

"Thanks a bunch, Sarah," David told me warmly, snapping me back to reality.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied numbly as they left.

I hadn't wanted to give into Jack's ways again; I'd done plenty of that when we were still dating. It had been hard getting over Jack at first with constantly seeing him around my family's small, crowded apartment. But, eventually, the hurt had faded and David set me up with another newsboy, Itey.

"He is sensible and so incredible
And all my single friends are jealous
He says everything I need to hear and it's like
I couldn't ask for anything better
He opens up my door and I get into his car
And he says you look beautiful tonight
And I feel perfectly fine."

"Sarah," Itey whispered to me softly, his hand on my shoulder and his mouth brushing my ear. "Ya wanna dance, baby?"

I looked at the dance floor wistfully. I wanted nothing more than to dance with Itey, but Jack was out there dancing with some pretty chick. She was shorter than me, with bright eyes and a charming laugh. To my utter dismay, they looked adorable together.

I opened my mouth to answer Itey when I heard thunder crash outside.

I automatically flashed back to the days when I was with Jack.

We had dated during the winter months and Jack would always be cranky after selling for hours in the cold, damp air.

"Jack," I had over and over again. "Let's do something tonight. Go out to Irving Hall or something."
Jack would groan and throw his head back. "Sarah, let's jus' stay in tanight, okay? I'm beat."
I would bite my lip and try my hardest to understand. It was times like those when Jack seemed embarrassed of me. "Okay…maybe another night," I would suggested half-heartedly.

"Maybe," he would answer with a shrug.

Nights would pass and we still wouldn't have done anything together. "Jack, please," I would beg.

"Sarah," he would exclaim, impatiently. "I don't got anyone tuckin' me in at night, like you. All right? I gotta take care o' meself! I can't sell all day long jus' to hear ya bitch an' complain."

I would turn away, tears in my eyes, and he would stand up and walk out of the room. I hated when he yelled at me but, after a while, I convinced myself I deserved it.

After some time of sitting alone with my tears, I would rush out of the room to find Jack on the fire escape. I would climb out to meet him and, without a word, he would kiss me deeply. There was no reason to be angry as long as he made it up to me.

"But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.
And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name.
You're so in love that you act insane
And that's the way I loved you.
Breakin' down and coming undone;
It's a roller coaster kinda rush.
And I never knew I could feel that much.
And that's the way I loved you."

"Well, do ya," Itey asked me patiently.

I snapped back to reality. "Sorry, Itey," I said apologetically. "I'm just not feeling too well. Will you walk me home?"

"Of course," he answered with a sweet smile.

Itey was so naïve to everything, it broke my heart sometimes. But it was that same innocence that made me adore him, so I kept quiet.

Walking home in the rain, Itey held me hand gently.

I unlocked the door to my family's apartment and lead him inside. My parents and Les were gathered around the table playing cards. "Hi, guys," I called out cheerfully.

"Hello, Mrs. and Mr. Jacobs," Itey greeted my parents politely, shaking both of their hands. "Les," he said to my little brother with a wink.

"We came home a little early because I wasn't feeling too well," I explained to my parents. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll just go freshen up."

I left the group in the kitchen and walked into the hallway, where I slumped my body against the wall and tried my hardest not to cry. It was so hard sometimes.

"Mrs. Jacobs," I heard Itey say, "My grandmother asked me to tell you that she absolutely adored the Christmas cookies you sent her." I was constantly shocked at how Itey could turn his newsies accent off and on depending on who he was talking to, while Jack's street accent stayed full blast all the time.
"Oh, well, that's grand," my mother gushed. She was obviously charmed by Itey, as I had been many a times. "And, how's her health?"

"Well," Itey answered slightly hesitantly. "Her hip's still sore, but we try to keep her off of it. Thank God her headaches have seemed to vanish."
"Aw, yes, those things nearly killed her," My mam commented. "I'll have to see her sometime this week…bring her some peaches, perhaps."

"I'm sure she'd love that," Itey commented. I could hear his sweet smile overflowing his voice. "And, Mr. Jacobs, I hear you're working at the factory again."

"Yes," My father answered warmly. "Thank God my arm healed. Times were getting tough."
"Yes, sir," Itey agreed. "Thank God you had your boys here selling papes."

"Yes, it was blessing," my father answered. He was charmed too.


"He respects my space
And never makes me wait.
And he calls exactly when he says he will.
He's close to my mother,
Talks business with my father."
He's charming and endearing
And I'm comfortable."