Disclaimer: I own Belle. Getcha owns Getcha and Disney owns everything
else.
This story is for Getcha because I know how much she likes Mush.
It was a brisk fall day in New York. You could hear the leaves crackling beneath your feet as you walked around Central Park. The mighty oaks were bare, their leaves on the ground. You could clearly see the giant branches. Mush enjoyed this kind of day. The mild cold didn't bother him at all. He knew it could be worse. He was daydreaming about anything his mind came to. He surely wasn't expecting what happened next. He felt a sudden impact and pressure as he fell to the ground. It didn't take him long to realize he was on his back and something was on top of him. He looked up to see a somewhat tall, green eyed, brunette on top of him.
'Just me type' he thought.
She quickly got up and dusted herself off. She then helped Mush up.
"I'se truly sorry about dat." She apologized " I wasn't lookin' where I'se was goin'."
" Dats okay," he told her.
"I didn't knows where I'se was goin so I'se turned around ta look and here I am." She explained
"Yeah I'se knows what youse mean. I'se has been here for 16 years and I occasionally get lost." Mush confesed.
" No I'se is serious. I'se is new to dis part of New Yawk. I really don't know where I'se goin'." She injected.
"Really. What are youse doin' here?" Mush questioned.
"Well, I'm a.uh.new newsie. My parents were killed in a train wreck about a month ago. These people wanted to put in somethin' calles da refuge, an I didn't wanna so I'se came here." She answered him.
"We already got somethin' in common. I'se is a newsie too. What yer name." Mush stated.
"Well, my name is Belle but I'se don't want everyone callin' me dat. Just my parents and dey ain't around." She told him.
"So what do youse wanna be called den." He asked.
"Ain't youse alittle nosey." She smirked.
"To nosey for me own good." He smiled.
"Just call me Getcha." She replied.
"Why that." He said
"Because I'se get what I'se want." She responded. "Oh wait! Whats yer name?"
"Me name is Mush." He grinned
"See youse tomorrow..Mush." she called as she walked off.
"I'm gonna get youse Getcha." Mush thought to himself.
This story is for Getcha because I know how much she likes Mush.
It was a brisk fall day in New York. You could hear the leaves crackling beneath your feet as you walked around Central Park. The mighty oaks were bare, their leaves on the ground. You could clearly see the giant branches. Mush enjoyed this kind of day. The mild cold didn't bother him at all. He knew it could be worse. He was daydreaming about anything his mind came to. He surely wasn't expecting what happened next. He felt a sudden impact and pressure as he fell to the ground. It didn't take him long to realize he was on his back and something was on top of him. He looked up to see a somewhat tall, green eyed, brunette on top of him.
'Just me type' he thought.
She quickly got up and dusted herself off. She then helped Mush up.
"I'se truly sorry about dat." She apologized " I wasn't lookin' where I'se was goin'."
" Dats okay," he told her.
"I didn't knows where I'se was goin so I'se turned around ta look and here I am." She explained
"Yeah I'se knows what youse mean. I'se has been here for 16 years and I occasionally get lost." Mush confesed.
" No I'se is serious. I'se is new to dis part of New Yawk. I really don't know where I'se goin'." She injected.
"Really. What are youse doin' here?" Mush questioned.
"Well, I'm a.uh.new newsie. My parents were killed in a train wreck about a month ago. These people wanted to put in somethin' calles da refuge, an I didn't wanna so I'se came here." She answered him.
"We already got somethin' in common. I'se is a newsie too. What yer name." Mush stated.
"Well, my name is Belle but I'se don't want everyone callin' me dat. Just my parents and dey ain't around." She told him.
"So what do youse wanna be called den." He asked.
"Ain't youse alittle nosey." She smirked.
"To nosey for me own good." He smiled.
"Just call me Getcha." She replied.
"Why that." He said
"Because I'se get what I'se want." She responded. "Oh wait! Whats yer name?"
"Me name is Mush." He grinned
"See youse tomorrow..Mush." she called as she walked off.
"I'm gonna get youse Getcha." Mush thought to himself.