"You promised," my little brother Gavin, Snipeshooter, whined. I rolled your eyes.
"Well now I un-promise. I have work to do!" I said as I started to hang up the laundry.
"You can't put off meetin my family," he complained still trying to convince me.
"I believe I've already meet your family. Their right here." I pointed to me and expected a smile from him, but instead got a frown.
"The family that actually cares and spends time with me," he mumbled. My fist clenched tightly to the sheet I was holding.
"I'm sorry that I've had to work so I can feed myself and have a place to sleep!" I sighed and turned away from him. Every time we talked it always ended like this: us fighting about meeting the Newsies. It wasn't that work was a hassle, but rather that I was scared to meet the people that had become more of a family to him than I was.
"Jamie?" Gavin asked quietly. And this was always how we ended. He said my name and I would turn around with a smile and hug him like everything was all right. Then I would say that I would meet the newsies soon and then we would talk for a little will and finally he would leave.
"Snipe," a voice called out as they steadily approached.
"Over here," he called and the sound of feet on the freshly cut grass approached. I turned to my younger brother.
"I already get in enough trouble for having you here while I work," I said a sigh leaving my lips, "I can't have one of your friends here as well!"
"We won't stay… long," he said with a grin that made me smile a little.
"Just a quick hello and then I'm kicking you both out." He gave a little nod as his friend approached.
"You said ten minutes and it's been like 11," the boy complained as he walked closer.
"Sorry Skits. I just never get to spend time with my sis." I turned around to face the two boys and was kind of surprised at the boy standing next to my brother. I was expecting one of the younger newsies and not a boy who seemed to be age.
"Hi," I said a bit awkwardly and he gave me a smile before turning is attention back to Snipe.
"We promised Boots and Mush we would meet e'm at Tibbys and I'm also hungry," the boy said. He seemed to be a bit of a pessimist, but there seemed to be on in every group.
"Run along know you little rascal," I said with a grin.
"Next time?"
"Next time." He grinned and with that he and his moody friend left leaving me to run through how there won't be a next time.
I'm still a bit unsure about continuing this story, but I'll see how people like the first chapter and continue from there :)