The Three Finest Newsies in all of New York

Mush is high on Pixy Stix, Denton is no where to be found, Sarah's got herself little competition with Jack and just how did you manage to knock Medda off the stage again? Do you really want to know?

A/N- I know, I know, can the internet really contain another self-insert where the usual teenage fan girl travels back in time and just happens to become a major character in her favorite movie/book and loved by all?11!

Well this isn't that. Promise.

I started this a while back and just recently thought of posting it here, also I really tried to make the time traveling part as unique as possible, I don't have the time (or patience) to go through all the fanfics here so I swear I didn't copy anyone intentionally.

T for our language, I try to keep it real (we're sooo hood).

Newsies (c) Disney

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In this chapter: "Goils? Goils! I told you boys once, I told you twice, no goils aloud in the lodging house!"

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"Shannon hates movies, she was scared of the monkeys in the Wizard of Oz until the age of thirteen, she didn't even like Labyrinth! That's unnatural."

"Megan - unless you want her up all night we have to keep her occupied someway, you know how she gets when her parents let her have her sugar."

I had to be the voice of reason, like normal, I was the eldest of the group after all. I figured one out of every three friends was like that.

It was June 17th and like every second week of June I found myself at my neighbor (and best friend's) house for her annual Summer Fling. Yes, seeing her family and incredibly hot, cop cousin, has become something of old hat over the numerous years of our close friendship. The sleepover that followed was never a question, it was simply assumed and always accomplished with a fold out couch and movie.

The movie in question was somewhat a random choice, Shannon was a girl of simple tastes, give her a musical with a few hot guys and she'll be set until impersonating them Halloween night. Thus brings me to Newsies.

Musical?

Check.

Hot guys?

Oo-oh yes.

Netflix had recommended it for me a while back… well that and High School Musical: Senior Year.

I decided to take a great leap of faith with this musical.

Personally, those High School Musical movies conjure up images of a younger me, at my seventh grade chorus concert, singing We're All in this Together, dancing like Sharpay Evans in front of a quarter of my town.

But, thankfully, this Newsies movie had nothing on HMS.

Naturally I showed Megan, my younger, blonder, sister and she too thought it to be possibly the best thing she ever witnessed.

After her, there was only one more person to show my new obsession to; Shannon.

"I swear Roser, if she stays up past one a.m., I'm out," said my sister calling me by my nickname as we walked up to Shannon's door. By her snippy tone I could tell High School finals had gotten to her. I wished I'd just stayed home.

Finally, a familiar lanky figure answered the door with a sort of smile that would scare a normal person away. Thankfully, there were none of those in sight.

"Hey guuuys," she said with a giggle. Just letting us in was far too normal for this girl.

"We bring entertainment!" I declared raising the DVD.

With that she opened her door widely revealing she had already changed into her neon orange XXL tee that hung loosely on her beanpole frame and hid her short Snoopy shorts.

For a second she looked to us curiously before laughing, "What are you wearing?"

Me and Megan looked to each other, we had decided to surprise her (or scare her) by wearing the Newsies outfits we'd put together with the help of the local thrift store. I thought we looked pretty authentic with the shirts, hats and suspenders and could possible pass for the real thing, except for the fact that we wearing shorts. It was, after all, the beginning of summer and Shannon's house lacked air conditioning.

"Our Newsies outfits!" declared Megan proudly.

"You look ridiculous," she said letting us in.

"So you don't wanna wear the extra shirt we brought for you?" I asked disappointed.

She inspected the extra flannel shirt I held out to her before muttering "what the hell" and throwing it on over her clothes.

"You have any Junior Juice boxes left over?" Megan asked already making her self at home in the kitchen.

"I already told you, you drank the last one!"

We slipped out of our shoes as Shannon presented us with the a bag of Pixy Stix she retrieved from under her shirt, "Got something better anyways, my parents were outside cleaning up when I took them."

"Bad. Ass," I joked as she hid them beneath her shirt saving them for later.

Megan made her way to the fridge mumbling "you're such a creep," along the way.

Knowing Shannon's parents were stickles on eating, the Stix were probably the only junk food we'd see the rest of the night. Health freaks can ruin any good Saturday night.

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We took a seat on he couch as Shannon fished through the arm chairs cushions for the remote.

"What did you say this was about?" she asked as Megan sipped her iced tea she was able to salvage from the fridge.

"About boys… and newspapers, mostly boys selling newspapers," I said making myself comfortable on the sofa.

"I thought you said it was a Batman movie!" Shannon said self celebrating after uncovering the clicker.

"I said Christian Bale is in it, he's young though."

"Sexual," she whispered to herself turning on her large television.

"How long is it again? We have to do a lypsinking montage still," Megan reminded us.

I frowned, "Sorry, I didn't know you made a schedule."

"It's the same thing we did last year!"

BOOM!

Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the room followed by a low growl of thunder that shook the house. It sounded as if, in a split second, a storm had formed over the house.

"Shit!" exclaimed Shannon as her dog was suddenly pulled out of it's sleep, it sprinted across the room and began barking at the window.

Megan looked out the window to the dark sky, "Okaay, random thunder."

"Are your parents still outside?" I asked to Shannon as she tried to restrain her black and white Boxer dog.

She shrugged, "They're probably with my uncle getting drunk in the Barn."

I was half surprised her parents trusted us alone, though I was seventeen and the other two were sixteen, they knew what we were capable of once we were alone. Especially after last year with the ping pong balls and ceiling fan. That was certainly a mess.

Before she could finish her sentence, another loud clap sounded and echoed sounding more like a tree was splitting in half.

I shot up from my seat, "Jaysus, I think that hit your house!"

Just after I had uttered those words the lights began to flicker.

"Nooo!" Megan cried, "Damn weather! Curse electrons and other stuff that makes lightening."

In one last flash the lights were out and we were in complete darkness.

Leave it to Shannon to begin to hum the Phantom of the Opera overture.

This unnerved Megan, "Why?" she shouted across the room.

I pictured Shannon shrugging, "It worked in the movie."

"Let's see if we can frighten away the ghost with a little… illumination, gentlemen!" I quoted not being able to resist.

Needless to say that didn't work either.

Then, as we sat in the silence we caught on to something all at the same time, an irritating snapping noise. It was echoing from far away and then, all of sudden, in the room.

"Did it just get darker in here?" asked Megan, her words almost inaudible because of the whistling of the wind.

I walked over blindly to where I heard her voice, stubbing my toe on the corner of something hard.

"OW! Shan, since when is there a pole in the middle of your living room?" I asked.

"Hey, shuddup over dere!" came a boy's voice that made me jump until I realized who it must have been.

"Hey Shannon, is your uncle in a bad mood or something?" I asked wondering where he picked up the random New Yawken accent from.

"What are you talking about?" she asked her voice sounding further away than it should have.

"I just heard your uncle."

"I didn't hear him come in, Roser."

I frowned and decided to sit down not wanting to hurt myself again.

Then, a single stream of light ran down the center of the room… but it was wrong. I know this sounded impossible but it wasn't the same room I was in a moment ago. It looked like I was in the center of one of those camp ground cabin rooms where everyone was forced to share a bunk bed.

I moved back on the ground hitting into somebody's leg. Before I had a chance to look up at their face, their hands grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me to my feet.

I battered the hands away, "Hey, let go! You're stretching out my shirt!"

That was when I got a glance at their face, it was not anyone I've ever met, he wore an eye patch and an angry frown.

I closed my eyes and screamed, the room erupted with movement.

'What's da mattah?"

"What's goin on?"

"Where's da fire? Dere bettah be a fire!"

The room was suddenly lit and I was met with a young man's face, a very confused face.

"It's a goil!" he exclaimed as though he was disgusted releasing his grasp on my shirt. I fell to the ground as I was unable to find my footing, or feet for that matter.

"And two more over heah!" exclaimed a younger boy pointing to Shannon and Megan as they looked to me hoping for some sort of explanation.

But there wasn't one, only a room full of random, confused boys.

"Will you get up? When you get up, it's time to get-" an elderly man entered the room but was stopped by the odd scene. Most of the boys had gotten out of their beds by now and where just starring at us, I joined Megan and Shannon's side. Something about this scene seemed eerily familiar, worse than any déjà vu I've had.

"What the fuck, where are we?" I asked to them only getting a blank stare in response.

The elderly man looked to us, his eyes widened as a hand met his forehead.

"Goils? Goils! I told you boys once, I told you twice, no goils aloud in the lodging house!"

The man walked up to us, I stepped between the other two as he looked us over.

"And such odd ones at that…" he mumbled looking at Shannon. "You're not wearing any pants!" he shouted starring to us.

The boys talked among themselves, I heard a tall one mutter behind me he'd seen better lookin' dames walkin' the streets at night. I would have gave him an answer but found it impossible to talk, nothing was making sense, like being stuck in the middle of some else's dream.

"Hey!" shouted a boy in particular, a shorter one with dark hair, "Who do yous belong to, which guy brought ya heah?" he asked, I looked to him as he met my own gaze. My jaw must have hit the floor, I took another look around with wide eyes as Megan grabbed my arm.

"No one," Shannon finally said.

The eldest man laughed, "Well then how in the woild did you get heah?"

Me and Megan each other, there had to be some explanation for this, I racked my brain for anything, any excuse or explanation. I couldn't even wrap my mind around the ideas in my mind. This was ridiculous, and painfully clichéd. We had found ourselves in the beginning of the Newsies movie.

"It was an accident," I blurted out, slurring my words due to my nerves.

I felt every eye on me, in all, there had to be over twenty people in the room.

"An accident?" repeated the short boy. I nodded, praying he'd believe the excuse though it was probably the shittiest one I'd ever came up with.

"So… yous weren't brawt heah by any boys?" asked the old man, all three of us nodded our heads. The old man nodded to himself, still visibly confused, "Then… what yous is saying is you walked in heah, on accident?"

We nodded once more, "Completely by accident," Shannon added.

"And we can leave if you want," I said ready to sprint to the door.

"Is that very gentleman-like, Kloppman?" asked a man who had just rolled out of bed.

His feet lazily met the floor and he shook his dirty, brown hair. He looked up to us, Shannon stumbled back and I had to catch her, still not taking my eyes off of the boy.

"Would you honestly send three goils to the street without a second thought?"

That was it, this had to be a dream. Feet away from me stood him, Jack Kelly.