"Carrie! Are you almost ready?"
"Yea Shayna just last minute adjustments." Carrie walked toward her best friend dressed entirely as a newsboy of 1899. With Shayna dressed similar. Both with suspenders, boots, and their hair tucked into their hats.
"Ready to trick r' treat?" Shayna asked, fixing a loose piece of brown hair that fell out of her grey hat.
"Yep."
"GOOD LETS GO!" They grabbed pillowcases and headed to the front door of Carrie's house. It was extremely dark outside but they saw lamps that were never there. As they opened the door they were greeted by empty old streets. And a flow of warm spring air.
"What." Carrie stared at the tall buildings ahead of her suspiciously, pushing her eye level bangs to the side.
"DUDE DO YOU RECOGNIZE THIS STREET!"
"Yes but we live In 2014. This has to be fake. Plus its not Spring, Its October. "
"DUDE. I don't think were in Kansas anymore" Shayna says as they step down from their door.
"We live In New Jersey." Carrie said bluntly. She turned around to face the door they just walked through, and nearly ran into a brick wall. She took her hat off now realizing where they really were, letting her light brown hair fall. An old newspaper sat on the ground in front of them with a date of 'April 12th1899'. "OMG DUDE WHAT IF NEWSIES!"
"NO DERP CAIR!" Shayna said as Carrie walked in the street to stare at the buildings, unaware of the horse carriage speeding towards her.
"CARRIE!" Shayna yelled unable to run to her in time. But luckily, a tallish teen jumped out of no where and pushed the girl out of the way. The fangirl immediately recognized him as Mush from Newsies, their biggest fandom.
"You'se ai'ght?" Mush asked.
. While Shayna knew that Carrie was speechless, and still processing the fact she is still alive, Shayna spoke up, "Uh...yea thanks Mu- RANDOM STRANGER WE DONT KNOW AND JUST SAVED CARRIES LIFE." Carrie looked at her friend as if to say, nice save. Shayna took her hat off, spit over her hand, and held out her hand to shake. "My name is Shayna, and this is Carrie." He stared at her and then returned the shake.
"Neva seen a goil do that before...you should meet our friend Spot. He spit like that too." Shayna lost the only cool she had left and fainted onto the road.
"Hey, she aight?"
"She's fine... She just gets overexcited sometimes. Anyway I'm Carrie, who are you?" Carrie said standing up.
"I'm Mush,Why are youse in da middles of da road so late?"
"I have no clue."
"Youse gots somewheres to sleep?"
"No not really."
"Any jobs or money?"
Carrie pulled the two quarters she still had after buying soda at her school. She pointed to her friend now sitting up in a daze"This and she has 50 cents as well."
"That's enough for a bed for the week, Come on den." Mush stated as he walked down the street. The girls followed him to the outside of the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House. We walked inside to be greeted by a old man we knew as Kloppman.
"Mush! Two girls really?!" Kloppman reprimanded him.
"Nah, they don't have a place to stay."
"Alright sign em in, Aliases only."
"Well I have a name for you," Mush stated looking at Carrie. "Klutz, Cuz you walked into the middle of the street. But I have no ideas for Shayna."
"Harbor!" Newly named Klutz blurts out.
"Okays then, You really should meet Spot." Mush sighs and writes down the girls new names. He starts upstairs and we follow.
"Oh and Mush, they get the spare room, I don't want em sleeping in the same room as you idiots."
"Thanks Klopp." He smiles. "Youse want ta meet da others?"
"Sure. Where is this Spot you speak of?" Harbor asks.
"He's with the others, upstairs playing poker. You play?"
"Yea." the girls say as they reach the door to the boys' room. On the floor is a large group of boys with cards in their hands. The Girls instantly recognized the newsies as Jack, Spot, Race, Skittery, Kid Blink, Crutchy, and Boots.
"Really Mush? Two girls?" Jack Kelly stares at Mush disapprovingly.
"Nah, Why do you always assume that. These are ah newest Newsies. Klutz and Harbor."
"Anyway, I'm Jack Kelly, This is Spot," As Jack Spoke Harbor smiled at Spot and he smiled back, "Race, Skittery, Kid Blink, Crutchy and Boots."
"Nice to meet you," Klutz smiled.
"Do youse play?" Racetrack asked.
"A little," She replies.
"Well come on den, Join in." He gestures for her to sit next to him, and Spot moves a little so Harbor can sit next to him.
After about an hour, the younger newsies had gone to bed, and the only two left were Race and Klutz.
"Youse weren't lyin!" Race said shocked as she put a full house against his two queens, five, six, and eight. She took the money from the middle of the floor and Race just sat there, jaw on the floor, much like everyone else in the room, except for Harbor, knowing her best friend had looked up ways to easily win poker when they were back in the 21st century. They smirked at each other as the other boys stood, dumbfounded.
"I need a nap..." Race said as he, and everyone else made their was to their beds, wishing each other a sleepy "night...". Spot (surprisingly shyly...) said good night to Harbor before he left.
Back at the girls room...
"Omg Sh- I mean Harbor. I just beat Race... In poker... OMG." Klutz says as she and Harbor start changing into the white nightgowns Kloppman gave them.
"Spot said goodbye to me-eeee. Do you think they actually ever sing?"
"Why would they sing? Its not of this time to flash mob."
"Oh yea I guess so. They don't but we can."
"Yes we can." Klutz says as she starts the beginning of "Carryin' the Banner. They sing in turns jumping around the large room they have to themselves. About halfway through the song, the awake newsies hear them, and go to check whats with the singing.
Jack, and Race open the door to find the girls frolicking around the room in their nighties. They both stare at the girls as they finish the song.
"Where'd you loin dat?" Race asks.
Klutz turns around startled. "Jeez you scared me. And a musical, our favorite musical."
"Really cuz it sounds like its about Newsboys." Jack questions.
"Yea I guess so." Harbor giggles trying to contain her laughter.
"Anyway, Sorry to disturb youse." Race says. "Night Goils."
"Good night!" Klutz smiles.