Title: Oblivious
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Les reflects on Jack and David's relationship and his own perceptiveness.
Category: Jack/David slash, interior monologue.
POV: Les
Warnings: This is completely harmless. Unless, of course, you're homophobic.
Feedback: Feedback would be very much appreciated. This is my first Newsies fic, and I'm well aware that it needs some work. Any and all constructive criticism would be lovely, whether e-mailed (ButterflyChica2@aol.com) or left in a review.
Disclaimer: My name isn't Walt Disney. I own nothing.
Notes: This was written only about a week ago, basically just as a way to kill writer's block. Unfortunately, it didn't work, and I'm still blocked on everything else I'm writing. However, this fic does exist. It's not terribly good, and I know I can do better, but I felt like posting it for two reasons: 1.) It's the only piece of writing I've completed in months, and 2.) It was Shimmerwings' birthday, and I wanted to show my appreciation for her wonderful, wonderful work by dedicating a story to her. So, happy birthday again to Shimmerwings! And now, on with the fic:
Oblivious
By Angel of Harmony/Harmony/Grammar/Jen
People think I don't notice things. They all think that I'm too young to understand, too young to make connections between events and people and emotions. I'm just a kid- a stupid, naïve little kid who only cares about invisible sword fights and imaginary adventures.
But I do notice things, and I do understand. Like when I saw Snitch steal Race's cigar the other day. His hand was shaking and his eyes looked glassy as he grabbed it, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he needed the smoke to calm his both his nerves and his emotions. And since I'd seen him arguing with his best friend, Itey, just a few minutes before, I could pretty easily figure out why he was upset. But when I asked him about it, later, Snitch said he just felt like stealing the cigar on a whim. "Look, Les, I ain't called Snitch fa' nuttin'," he said. And he expected me to believe that. Because I'm just an innocent, "oblivious" kid.
It's the same thing with my brother, Davey, and the Cowboy. They're so convinced that I can't see what's going on between them, that I'm oblivious to everything. It almost makes me laugh. Because it's so obvious that they're more than just friends. Sure, they put up a decent front. But when I see David staring at Jack, with this look in his eyes that's just like the look Mama gives to Papa when she smiles at him across the dinner table, or when I see Jack putting his hand on David's shoulder and leaving it there just a second too long, or pulling him into a hug for no reason at all, well, I'd have to be an idiot not to figure it out. They're in love, and it's painfully, painfully obvious.
But despite everything I do understand, the one thing I still don't get is the reason why they have to keep this a secret. Because I'm not the only one they're trying to fool; they haven't told any of the other boys, either, and certainly not my parents. Are they embarrassed? Are they too nervous, or shy? Or is there something about their relationship that they think others wouldn't understand or accept? Sure, they're both boys, and I admit I've never seen that before. But what difference does it make? I really don't think the other boys would stop being their friends, just because of something like that.
What Jack and David need to do is stop living this charade, be completely open about how they feel, and allow themselves to be happy. They deserve it. And when that happens, I'll be able to say, truthfully, "I knew all along."
But no one will ever believe me. After all, what do I know? I'm just an oblivious, naïve little kid.
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Les reflects on Jack and David's relationship and his own perceptiveness.
Category: Jack/David slash, interior monologue.
POV: Les
Warnings: This is completely harmless. Unless, of course, you're homophobic.
Feedback: Feedback would be very much appreciated. This is my first Newsies fic, and I'm well aware that it needs some work. Any and all constructive criticism would be lovely, whether e-mailed (ButterflyChica2@aol.com) or left in a review.
Disclaimer: My name isn't Walt Disney. I own nothing.
Notes: This was written only about a week ago, basically just as a way to kill writer's block. Unfortunately, it didn't work, and I'm still blocked on everything else I'm writing. However, this fic does exist. It's not terribly good, and I know I can do better, but I felt like posting it for two reasons: 1.) It's the only piece of writing I've completed in months, and 2.) It was Shimmerwings' birthday, and I wanted to show my appreciation for her wonderful, wonderful work by dedicating a story to her. So, happy birthday again to Shimmerwings! And now, on with the fic:
Oblivious
By Angel of Harmony/Harmony/Grammar/Jen
People think I don't notice things. They all think that I'm too young to understand, too young to make connections between events and people and emotions. I'm just a kid- a stupid, naïve little kid who only cares about invisible sword fights and imaginary adventures.
But I do notice things, and I do understand. Like when I saw Snitch steal Race's cigar the other day. His hand was shaking and his eyes looked glassy as he grabbed it, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he needed the smoke to calm his both his nerves and his emotions. And since I'd seen him arguing with his best friend, Itey, just a few minutes before, I could pretty easily figure out why he was upset. But when I asked him about it, later, Snitch said he just felt like stealing the cigar on a whim. "Look, Les, I ain't called Snitch fa' nuttin'," he said. And he expected me to believe that. Because I'm just an innocent, "oblivious" kid.
It's the same thing with my brother, Davey, and the Cowboy. They're so convinced that I can't see what's going on between them, that I'm oblivious to everything. It almost makes me laugh. Because it's so obvious that they're more than just friends. Sure, they put up a decent front. But when I see David staring at Jack, with this look in his eyes that's just like the look Mama gives to Papa when she smiles at him across the dinner table, or when I see Jack putting his hand on David's shoulder and leaving it there just a second too long, or pulling him into a hug for no reason at all, well, I'd have to be an idiot not to figure it out. They're in love, and it's painfully, painfully obvious.
But despite everything I do understand, the one thing I still don't get is the reason why they have to keep this a secret. Because I'm not the only one they're trying to fool; they haven't told any of the other boys, either, and certainly not my parents. Are they embarrassed? Are they too nervous, or shy? Or is there something about their relationship that they think others wouldn't understand or accept? Sure, they're both boys, and I admit I've never seen that before. But what difference does it make? I really don't think the other boys would stop being their friends, just because of something like that.
What Jack and David need to do is stop living this charade, be completely open about how they feel, and allow themselves to be happy. They deserve it. And when that happens, I'll be able to say, truthfully, "I knew all along."
But no one will ever believe me. After all, what do I know? I'm just an oblivious, naïve little kid.