Italians (Racetrack One-shot)
I don't own Newsies in any way. Inspired by Be Italian, sung by Fergie in the musical NINE.
"Youse tink jist 'cause youse Italian, youse can get any goil youse want?" Kid Blink asked.
"Yeah", Racetrack said. Racetrack spotted Diablo, Bumlets' sister.
Diablo was known for hating half the guys in the lodging house.
"Watch dis", Racetrack said. He jogged over to her. "Heya Diablo", he said.
She turned and glared at him. "What do youse wa…"
Race cut her off with a fiery kiss. He pulled away, leaving Diablo breathless.
Her mix-matched eyes looked at him. She grabbed his neck and kissed him.
His set his hands on her back and pulled her closer to him.
Their bodies were pressed up against each other. Not even a nuclear bomb could separate them.
He tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
She lightly sighed.
Every newsboy on the street stopped and stared at the couple kissing in the streets.
Jack walked up. "Whoa", he said softly.
Racetrack forced himself to pull away.
Both were breathing heavily.
Race looked over at Kid Blink and Mush, whose mouths were open.
Diablo took this moment to pay special attention to Race's neck.
Race winked at the two.
Jack softly pulled Diablo away from Race. "Ise tink dat's enough Dia", he said.
Diablo did a very un-Diablo thing, she giggled. She gathered her papers and said, "Bye Race".
For the rest of the day, Race couldn't get Diablo's eyes out of his head or the way her body felt pressed up against his own.
"Everyone's at Medda's Racetrack", Diablo assured him. She grabbed his head and kissed him.
Everything escalated from there.
The next morning, she got up and got dressed. She threw on Race's vest and his hat. She went downstairs.
All eyes were on her.
Jack smirked knowingly at her. "Looks like our little Diablo, really is a little devil", Jack said.
Everyone laughed at her.
She flipped them off and continued her walk of shame to the D.O, all the while, glowing with happiness.