Disclaimer: Hey, another story based completely and originally on the ideas of my mind. Did that make any sense?? Anyway, it's kinda sad, sorry, but I like it so hey, it's all good lol. Oh, before I forget, I don't own the Newsies as much as I wish I did. I don't own Marit, she owns herself. (btw thanks for reading it lol) I do own Sprite, Jelly, and Candy... and the DISCLAIMER!! :) Enjoy the story and please review. Also, if anyone wants to be in the story, send me a review or email me with a physical description and who you want. (You know what I mean lol) tty'all latah :)
Smile,
~Sprite~
Kept in Confidence
Sprite shivered loudly in her sleep; soft mumbled words escaped her lips. A curly brown haired boy in the bunk above her rolled over in his sleep and listened quietly to the girl below him. After a moment or so, he gently slipped out of the haven of his bed. He pulled the ratty and torn blanket from his bunk and lay it on the girl, whispering softly to her as he worked. Her shivering slowed to a stop as did her mumbling. The young man brushed back Sprites' dark blonde hair and leaned over her sleeping body. He gently lowered himself until his lips just touched her forehead. Spades smiled lightly as the curly haired youth climbed back into his now coverless bed.
~Next Morning~
"Wake up! Carry da banner! Sell da papers, sell da papers! Time to get up!" Kloppman, the elderly owner of the Manhattan Lodging House called out in an attempt to awake the sleeping newsies.
"Specs, Dutchy, up an at'em boys! Jelly, Candy, git up! Cowboy, wake up!" Sprite rolled over in her bunk and pulled her pillow on top of her head to drown out the loud sound of Kloppman's voice. "Sprite, Blink, dat means you too!" Mush, on the other hand, was already awake and smiling in his cheerful way. He made Sprite want to hit him.
"Mush, how can you be awake, and happy at this hour?" Sprite questioned.
"Good morning Sprite," Mush said before giving her a wide grin and hustling into the washroom to join the other boys. Sprite shook her head in wonder and crept into the girls' washroom.
"Heya Sprite!" Sunny called out from behind a washbasin.
"Morning goils," Sprite said finally starting to wake up. "Heya Marit," she said rubbing the sleep out of her tired eyes.
"Hey yahself Sprite. Did you sleep well?" Sprite splashed ice cold water on her face before answering.
"Yeah, I t'ink so. I don't remember waking up last night, but there was this blanket on me dis morning, and it ain't mine." Marit raised her blonde eyebrows, her blue eyes voiced her intrigue.
"Really? A blanket that's not yoahs on yoah bed? I wonder." Sprite shook her head and refused to look at her best friend as she spoke.
"Well, don't. It's not a big deal. I'm sure it fell on me or somet'in," before Marit could speak
Sprite called out, "all right goils, let's go out deah and sell our papes." The girls all rushed out of the washroom, eager to get to work.
Mush stood waiting outside the girl's washroom. A light tune perched on his lips and he shifted his feet from time to time while he stood. Finally, the girls started pouring out of the wash area.
Smile,
~Sprite~
Kept in Confidence
Sprite shivered loudly in her sleep; soft mumbled words escaped her lips. A curly brown haired boy in the bunk above her rolled over in his sleep and listened quietly to the girl below him. After a moment or so, he gently slipped out of the haven of his bed. He pulled the ratty and torn blanket from his bunk and lay it on the girl, whispering softly to her as he worked. Her shivering slowed to a stop as did her mumbling. The young man brushed back Sprites' dark blonde hair and leaned over her sleeping body. He gently lowered himself until his lips just touched her forehead. Spades smiled lightly as the curly haired youth climbed back into his now coverless bed.
~Next Morning~
"Wake up! Carry da banner! Sell da papers, sell da papers! Time to get up!" Kloppman, the elderly owner of the Manhattan Lodging House called out in an attempt to awake the sleeping newsies.
"Specs, Dutchy, up an at'em boys! Jelly, Candy, git up! Cowboy, wake up!" Sprite rolled over in her bunk and pulled her pillow on top of her head to drown out the loud sound of Kloppman's voice. "Sprite, Blink, dat means you too!" Mush, on the other hand, was already awake and smiling in his cheerful way. He made Sprite want to hit him.
"Mush, how can you be awake, and happy at this hour?" Sprite questioned.
"Good morning Sprite," Mush said before giving her a wide grin and hustling into the washroom to join the other boys. Sprite shook her head in wonder and crept into the girls' washroom.
"Heya Sprite!" Sunny called out from behind a washbasin.
"Morning goils," Sprite said finally starting to wake up. "Heya Marit," she said rubbing the sleep out of her tired eyes.
"Hey yahself Sprite. Did you sleep well?" Sprite splashed ice cold water on her face before answering.
"Yeah, I t'ink so. I don't remember waking up last night, but there was this blanket on me dis morning, and it ain't mine." Marit raised her blonde eyebrows, her blue eyes voiced her intrigue.
"Really? A blanket that's not yoahs on yoah bed? I wonder." Sprite shook her head and refused to look at her best friend as she spoke.
"Well, don't. It's not a big deal. I'm sure it fell on me or somet'in," before Marit could speak
Sprite called out, "all right goils, let's go out deah and sell our papes." The girls all rushed out of the washroom, eager to get to work.
Mush stood waiting outside the girl's washroom. A light tune perched on his lips and he shifted his feet from time to time while he stood. Finally, the girls started pouring out of the wash area.