David placed his brown vest over the blue shirt he was wearing. He strode over to the full-length mirror in his room to check his hair. You gotta look good when you're selling newspapers. Brown and curly, as usual. His trousers were straight, and his shoes were scuffed, but he didn't mind. They were always scuffed.
The only thing David didn't like about his newsie ensemble was that it was so incredibly plain. And boring. And bland. And he felt the need to spice it up a bit.
He walked across the hall to Sarah's room, and over to her full-size vanity. He spotted the small box on its surface. It was white with flower print. When he opened it, tons of tiny containers of nail polish were revealed.
David took the box back to his room, and began looking through the different colors. There were so many – pink, blue, red, purple, and a few sparkly ones – he just couldn't make up his mind.
"What's taking so long?" a voice said from the fire escape window. It was Jack. "You're missing all the morning buyers."
"Oh, um, nothing." David wouldn't let Jack see him with nail polish.
"Whatcha got there?" Jack asked, interested in the box David was holding. He came closer, and answered his own question. "Oh," he said. David gave him a shy half-smile. "Don't worry about it. I understand," Jack consoled. He flashed ten manicured neon-green nails at David. "Having trouble finding the right color?" he asked.
"Er… yeah," David admitted. He was surprised at how calm Jack seemed about a guy painting his nails.
"Well let's see…" Jack sat down next to Davey and rummaged through the box. "How about this?" he suggested, holding up a metallic blue bottle.
"Okay," David agreed.
"You want me to do them for you?"
"Sure."
Jack smiled and began carefully painting David's nails. If he didn't know any better, David would've thought Jack was a professional. But who knows? Maybe he was.
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"Just be careful with my left pinkie. I've got a cut there."
"Sure thing."
Jack painted each nail delicately and skillfully, until he reached Davey's left pinkie. He accidentally got a bit of nail polish in the cut. David winced.
"Ooh! Sorry! Does it sting?" Jack asked with sympathy.
"A little," David replied. Jack leaned down and gently kissed David's pinkie.
"Better?" he asked.
"Much."
AN: Just thought of this at about 11:50 PM yesternight, and wanted to try writing some Javid. I stayed up until about 1 AM writing it, but I couldn't stop! I was inspired! And besides, I was having fun with the whole concept. Hope you enjoyed it!