So here is the first side story for Broadway Descendants. This one is going to focus on Crutchie from Newsies, and will also introduce you to one of my OC's, Lopey, A chimney sweep from the Mary Poppins play verse.

This takes place a few months after the worlds came together, so people are still adjusting and such.

Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but the OC.

"Chim Chimeney Chim Chimeny Chim Chim Cherree…."

Crutchie stopped midway through shouting the headline.

A Sweep is as lucky as lucky can be…

Crutchie looked to his left, then to his right.

No one walking by seemed to be singing.

"Chim Chimeney Chim Chimeny Chim Chim Cherroo…"

He looked to his left again, still no one.

Then someone came rounding the corner of the next alley over and walking his way. Crutchie took a good look at she approached. No matter how much she seemed to try to hide it, she was definitely a girl. She looked around his age, and was wearing all black and gray, and her brown hair came out of her hat to resemble bangs, although he couldn't tell if they really were her bangs or not. She walked confidently, holding a strange-looking broom over her shoulder. And… if Crutchie could admit it… she was pretty. Even the soot on her face and scar across her right cheek didn't take that thought away from his mind.

She was coming his way.

Might as well say hello, right?

"Um… 'ey…" Crutchie Said as the girl was about to walk past him.

The girl stopped and turned to face him, "'Ello." the girl replied, and Crutchie took a second to take in her accent. It sounded like a how a newsie would speak, if the newsie was from England, "Wha'ever you're selling, I don't want it."

"No, I didn't mean it like that." Crutchie said, starting to get nervous, and gripping the handle on his crutch tighter.

The girl giggled. "You're a newsie, is that righ'?" She asked, "I see you's all the time from up there… Oh, how rude o' me! Wha's your name?"

"C-Crutchie." Crutchie stammered, "Name's Crutchie."

"It fits." The girl stated. Her eyes widened when he saw Crutchie's embarrassed look, "I… I didn' mean… I und'stan' Sor' Subjec's." Crutchie was sure that whatever she was talking about, it had to have something to do with the scar on her face, "I'm Lopey by the way." The girl finally introduced herself, "It's shor' for Penelope, but I've always hated that name, and most of the sweeps are have nicknames anyway."

"Sweeps?" Crutchie asked.

"Don' you eve' see us up on Rooftops? The Chimney Sweeps?" Lopey asked, "We help people ge' the soo' outta their chimneys. Speakin' o' which, I gotta get goin'. My Frien'll be waitin' fo' me." She extended her hand out, "It was nice t'meet ya, Crutchie."

"Nice t'meet y'too." Crutchie replied, shaking her soot-covered hand.

"You're lucky now." Lopey said, and continued to explain when Crutchie gave her a confused look, "When you shake hands with a sweep, it means good luck. Tha's wha' Bert says anyway. Bye, now."

With that, Lopey disappeared into the crowd of city pedestrians. Crutchie knew it was getting late, and Jack would be by soon to walk with him back to the boarding house. But he couldn't stop thinking about Lopey. He knew the city was big, and had just gotten even bigger since all the worlds merged a few months ago and, that it was likely he would never see her again…

But part of him still couldn't help but hope.