Soo, I saw Newsies in July of this year and absolutely adored it. Since then, I've been beyond obsessed. I know all the words to all the songs and am absolutely desperate to see the musical again. Of course, it's gone off Broadway now (I cried for a week when I found out), but I'm going to see it at the end of October AND I'M SO EXCITED. It won't have Corey Cott but that's okay... I'll learn to deal.
Anyways, I don't own Newsies or Jack Kelly or Katherine Plumber/Pulitzer. The only things that belong to me are my ideas, my computer, and my Newsies merchandise. Enjoy! :)
There was a light sheen of dew glistening under the slowly lightening sky when Jack woke. It was early, earlier than he usually would've woken up to sell papers with the boys, but sleeping had been difficult for the past couple of weeks, and the habit of waking up periodically during the night hadn't disappeared like he thought it would after the strike ended. Jack rolled out of bed, wincing as it creaked. The newsboy lodge house was quiet except for the sounds of the boys' snoring, and none of them stirred as Jack grabbed a shirt, his shoes, and his cap. He mashed the latter onto his head, effectively keeping his wild hair in check, and then moved as quietly as possible down the stairs and out onto the streets.
He liked this time of day, although he hadn't usually been awake to see it before the strike. The city was almost completely silent, as silent as New York City could be, and most of the people out and about were drunk, stumbling home after a night of partying. The sun was just beginning to rise as Jack walked along the paving stones, hands stuffed into his trouser pockets and a small smile pulling at his lips. He knew that he should turn around soon, in order to be back at Newsie Square in time to get his papers for the day, but something drew him in the other direction.
Jack came to a stop at the bottom of a familiar fire escape. The metal structure climbed up the side of a brick apartment building, and he stared up at it for a time, fighting the urge to swing himself onto it and scale it. He knew he shouldn't, but logic flew out the window when it came to her. Rational thought be damned.
He stared to climb up, counting the floors as he went. When he reached the third row of windows, he walked along the platform until he reached the fifth one, the window he knew opened onto her bedroom. Jack peered in, feeling a little sheepish but ignoring the flush creeping up his neck. There she was, framed by the fluttering white curtains on either side of the window. Katherine Plumber. Or Pulitzer. Whatever. She would always be Plumber to him.
She was nestled in a bundle of blankets, swaddled like a baby with her red curls fanned out on the pillow. Her eyes fluttered beneath their lids as she dreamed. His eyes caught on her parted lips, and his heart jumped as he remembered the feel of them on his own. Jack settled himself down onto the fire escape, content to sit there although he felt a little like some sort of weird stalker. He managed to tear his eyes away from Katherine's sleeping form and leaned back against the wall of the building, staring out at the sun as it rose over the city.
So that was my first chapter! Yay! Jack and Katherine fluff is my favorite thing, because I like to pretend that Katherine is me and that Jack is mine... Also, I feel like Jack is being a little stalkerish with the whole Edward Cullen "I-watch-you-while-you-sleep" thing going on, but whatevs...
Feedback is much appreciated! Tell me what you think, what you liked, what you didn't like, any mistakes you saw, any ideas you have. I do love constructive criticism. :)