Through the stressful and exhausting heck that is tech week/shows, I managed to accomplish something. Woohoo!

This is basically a little side two-or-three shot about a headcanon that I have regarding Specs and what happens when he needs a new pair of glasses. It's not going to be very long, and I just wanted to post something today because I haven't for a while. Anyway, this is just a happy little tale of friendship. Wow, how cheesy.

Enjoy!

-Marcelle


There were several very obvious signs that Specs needed new glasses. First-and perhaps the most obvious-was that his usual clumsy tendencies increaded tenfold, no matter how hard be tried to hide it.

He made his way through the lodging house that afternoon almost blindly, knocking straight into Racetrack with his limited perception.

"'Ey, Specs, watch where you're goin'!" Race cried indignantly as Spec stumbled away from him, pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry 'bout that, didn't see ya there," he muttered an apology, just before slamming into the ladder of the nearest bunk bed with a loud thump.

"Geez, what'd ya do that for?" Mush laughed from his place on the mattress above them, watching as their visually impaired friend turned a bright shade of red.

"Ya bums think I'd whack into a ladder on purpose?" Specs retorted with his mild form of malice, which only managed to produce even more laughter from the onlooking newsies.

"I dunno, Specs. You ain't always been all there, if ya know what I mean," Race finally teased, gesturing to Specs' head with the butt of his cigar and shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe the problem's your brain instead 'a your eyes, huh?"

"Aw, shut it," Specs murmured, his annoyance clearly peaking as he flopped onto his bed and proceeded to clean his glasses, scrubbing them so vigorously it seemed as though he was trying to make sand out of the glass.

"C'mon, you knows we'se just messin' with ya," Mush assured him, his slight apologetic tone drawing the other boy momentarily away from his task. "But you really oughta get a new pair of those things, Specs. You've had those ones forever."

"Yeah, well, I ain't had much time for shoppin' these days," Specs replied sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. "Plus I've mostly been focusin' on eating and staying alive instead 'a spending my money on seein' a little better."

"And there's your first mistake, my dear friend," Race drawled, sitting himself down on the bunk bed and slinging an arm around Specs' shoulder. "Food ain't gonna last ya nearly as long as a new pair 'a glasses will."

"Besides, if you ain't got your specs, then you can't be Specs no more, can ya?" Mush pointed out with a laugh as Specs shot him an almost weary glare.

"Look, guys, I'm fine. My glasses are fine. I can still read the headline, ain't that all that matters anyway?" he argued, not seeming to care either way when it came to his eyesight, but it was hard to miss the quiet sigh tacked on to the end of his words.

"Sure, buddy. Whatever floats your boat," Race relented, watching as Specs rose from his place and headed towards the door, adjusting his glasses almost absentmidedly as he left the room. The door swung shut behind him with a dull slam, and Race shook his head in disappointment.

"He's hopeless. We gotta get him a new pair of those things."


Sorry this was so short, but the next chapter should be up very soon! I'm also still in the process of working on Walk Over Us, so that should be the next story to be updated. Don't forget to review, and I would love some prompts/suggestions! Thanks for reading!