*authorts note: So, this is a present day fiction (my first). I'd like to disclaim everything but the plot, Konstantine is a song by "Something Corporate" and this is going to be an extended Songfic woot GO download the song. :o) I don't own any of the Newsies… yet. And, yeah! Ok, so here it is…. Konstantine.

Konstantine

-by bittersweet

"Konstantine," her voice was sweet like honey, it sounded like everything good and pure, like in the presence of her voice you could die and she would be right there with you, like an angel "Konstantine, with a K."

I sat across the main office at my school, undoubtedly getting ready to head into the principle office, when I first saw her. I closed my eyes as I waited to be called into the office, and her soft voice lulled me into a sort of daze as she talked to his secretary about schedules and locker combinations. She was unlike any real girl I'd ever had the chance to encounter; she was like heaven on Earth. I looked at her from the back; her hair cascaded down her back, down to her waist in wavy blonde decadence. She wore a white skirt, light material that flowed when she moved in any which way. She stood leaning over the desk, with her heels touching and her toes going in either direction, she looked like a ballerina there in her white flip flops.

"Now Konnie," said the secretary with her Minnisotian accent, "all we have to do it wait for your guide."

My eyes shot open as I took this as my opportunity, my chance to get to her before my friends did, and I shot up.

"Miss Abnor," I said in my most charming voice to the old hag, "I had no idea this was my subject to guide around the grounds, I was waiting patiently in the corner until they arrived, so if you'll just give me a copy of her schedule--"

"Nice try Mr. Kelly," she narrowed her eyes at me and glanced over at the door as Sarah entered, "Miss Jacob's will be guiding Konstantine around today." Her smile broadened as she handed Sarah a copy of Konstantine's schedule and locker number. "You girls have fun now," she said, her accent thick like butter.

I locked eyes with her a moment before Sarah dragged her out the door. Her eyes were a brown, that were decorated as though a fairy had done her makeup that morning, with glitter and shimmer that danced on her lids when she blinked. She was enchanting.

I sat back in my chair, thinking about her. Her perfect skin and beautifully white outfit. I wondered if she ever got it dirty and how long it took her to brush her hair-- if she was real. She seemed perfect; flawless, and I could fall asleep listening to the mellifluous sound of her soothing voice.

"Konstantine," I said quietly to myself, her name was as beautiful as she was, it flowed off my tongue and left a sweet taste there in its place. My eye caught a silver necklace that lay strewn about on the floor-- it was hers.

I raced out of my seat and picked up the delicate chain to look at it, on it was a tiny diamond "k".

My legs carried me out of the office as I found myself darting down the halls in search of her, in search of My Konstantine. I grabbed her shoulder when I was sure I had found her, and spun her around. I froze, like I didn't know what to say to her. She waited for a word- a breath- a gasp, but all I could muster was to hold out her chain and let it slip between my fingers.

She smiled at me, her smile as white as her clothing, and slipped it off of my hand. "Thanks--"

"Jack," I offered as she pointed towards me with one hand as Sarah grabbed the other in frenzy.

"Jack," she repeated again, "thanks again Jack; I'll be seeing you." And with a quick wave, she was gone.

"Jackie-boy!" my friend Spot hit me in the back as soon as she was out of listening distance, "Who was that?"

Still in a daze, I mumbled something to him. "My Konstantine."

"Your Konstantine?"

Snapping out of it I looked at him and shook my head, "Er, Konstantine."

I turned my head back to the sea of the hallway as she disappeared into Miss Chapman's English room, and with a sigh, headed to History.

I can't imagine all the people that you know

And all the places that you go

When the lights are turned down low.