NEWSIE FAN FICTION
ONE SHOT, SO IT'S BASICALLY REALLY BAD (sorry, I wrote this one a long time ago)
Racetrack's perspective.
Damn she was beautiful.
Damn she was blonde.
Damn she was...
kissin' another guy.
"Hey, you'se lookin a little lost, buddy. I'se guessin you'se not from these parts."
I turned around, and who should it be but the wise guy kissin my goil. Well, I guess she wasn't really my goil. But damn, I'se sure wanted her to be. But that guy...I just wanted to kick his jewels and watch him fall over and kick his ass as soon as he got back up and then punch his face and then....
"Dumbass, you deaf o' somethin?"
"No, I'se ain't. Why'se?" I asked.
"Cuz my goil just asked you a question."
"Oh, well sorry, I zoned out when you'se were talking to me. It got boring after 'who are you, i'm....'"
The girl behind him giggled. He turned around and gave her daggers. She looked down, and five seconds later started to yell at me. "Watch it, wise guy. And what's with that briefcase thing of yours? You'se just insulted my boyfriend by the way, and he can sure kick your ass."
"Well, I'se is sorry, then. Who'se are you two anyways?"
"I'se is Spits," he said, spitting on the ground. "She's Squirt."
"Squirt?" I asked. "Why'se they call you that?"
"She makes the boys squirt, if you'se know what I'se mean," Spits said.
Squirt hit Spits' stomach. "Shut up, Arnold, that's not funny."
"Aye! Who said you could call me Arnold?" Spits hissed.
"I did. Last time I checked I don't need permission from you to do anything."
"Yeah you do. You need my permission for almost everything."
"God, Spits do you know how sick I am of you? You're always putting me down! Always spitting on people and their shoes, and not to mention I think your little habit of spitting is such a turn off! Plus, I don't even think you'sethe hottest guy I've ever met, anymore, after seeing this cutie today. And god damn it I don't need your permission to dump you. So have fun being single, 'cuz now you officially are."
"Aye! You come back here!" Spits yelled as Squirt walked away.
"Aw, just fuck off, would ya?" she said back to him, flipping him off. She kept walking and walking, and then right past me even though she had actually said she was the hottest one here. (YES!) She stopped suddenly, walked a few steps back, and grabbed my arm, pulling me along with her.
"Ay, where you takin' me?" I said, "I'll go and beat that bitch up for you'se if you'se want."
"I don't like tough guys," she said. "So I hope you're not like Spits.
"Oh, dea' me, no. I'd get soaked in a fight."
"Haha, good. So, where you from? You a newsie?"
"Yah, from Midtown. But I left; they'se was just a bunch of assholes."
"Oh, well, are you trying to be a Manhattan newsie then?"
"Yeah, I'se just need to find the leader and talk to him."
"Well, I'm afraid you'se can do that."
"What? Why'se this?"
"Because our leader is a girl."
"Oh, well who...damn, is it you?"
"Damn right you are."
"Oh, well, can I join the Manhattan newsies then? I have a lot of experience, ya know."
"For a price," Squirt said, putting her hands on her hips.
"How much?" I said, reaching into my pocket for money. I pulled out five dollas and handed it out to her, "this reasonable?"
"One good kiss," she said, pushing my money away, "is the price. Can you pay it?"
"I can pay triple of what you require."
