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Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, but I do own all the girls. They are my creation! MINE! Mwahahaha!
"I love summer," said eighteen-year-old Jasmine O' Connor.
"You mean not being in school?" replied her best friend, Samantha Richardson.
"No, everything. That's just an added bonus!" Jasmine laughed. She tucked her long, shiny black hair behind her ears. Jasmine was beautiful, and knew it. Her exotic looks, besides her hair, included large, dark eyes and a darker complexion. Perfectly shaped lips and a small, turned-up nose completed her lovely face.
"True," was Samantha's reply. She was always self-conscious about herself, but in truth, she was also very pretty. Golden curls framed a delicate face with gentle blue eyes and pale, creamy skin. She was short, and people always thought she looked like an angel, or a porcelain doll. She was soft-hearted and shy, and as innocent as they come. Jasmine was more rough-and-tumble, more of a rebel. She was tough, but also friendly and outgoing. The two girls couldn't be more different, but they were inseparable. Today, they were spending the week at Jasmine's cabin, located by a large lake. Right now, they were sitting on the pier, dangling their legs over the side and talking. It was a hot summer day, and the girls were dressed for it. Samantha wore an orange halter top and white capris, while Jasmine had on her favorite black midriff top and blue denim short shorts. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail that was left swinging halfway down her back. Both girls wore flip-flops that matched their tops.
"Hey, do you want to take a walk in the woods?" Samantha asked.
"Sure," Jasmine replied. "Just make sure you bring lots of bug spray. The mosquitoes are killer out here."
"Aw, damn, I hate mosquitoes," said a boy with perfectly sculpted dark curly hair.
"Join the club," retorted a boy that carried an old-fashioned black cane. He swatted the air with it impatiently.
A third boy replied, "Well, if you dumbasses would just let me spray you with the damn bug spray, you wouldn't have that problem, would you?"
"Jack, shut up. You know I hate bug spray," the curly-haired boy said.
"Yeah, Jack," the boy with the cane said. "Mush is right. It makes you feel all sticky and….ugh." He shuddered.
"Wassa matter, Spot?" Jack asked teasingly. "Afraid of a little bug spray?"
"Guys, stop fighting." A fourth boy joined the group.
"Shut up, David. This doesn't concern you," Spot snapped.
"You guys are meeeann!" David started to cry. He ran away, sobbing.
"Finally, the bastard leaves!" Spot said gratefully.
"You know, Davey's mommy will murder us if she finds out we let him run away," Mush pointed out.
"Shit. You're right, Mush. We should go after him," Spot sighed.
"No! We don't have to!" Jack said stubbornly. "AAUGHHH GOD DAMNIT!"
"Hi, guys! What did I miss?" A tall blond guy with an eye patch over his right eye had appeared in the circle of guys.
"BLINK!" Jack roared. "You scared me to death!"
"My only purpose in life!" Blink grinned. "Now answer my question: what did I miss?"
"Well…" Mush started. "We—"
"David ran away, crying like the frickin' baby he is," Spot interrupted.
"Davey ran away?" Blink yelled. "Oh SHIT, his mom is going to kill us! We have to go after him!"
"I TOLD YOU! WE DON'T HAVE TO!" Jack screamed.
"Jack, WE ARE. Now, come with us or we'll steal your bandanna!" Spot threatened. He snatched the red bandanna from Jack's neck. It momentarily got stuck, and Jack started choking. Then it came free and Jack's neck came into view.
"Oh my God!" Spot's eyes widened in surprise. "Are those HICKEYS?" Dark circles dotted Jack's neck.
"OH MY FUCKIN' GOD!" Mush screeched.
Jack kept his face emotionless. "I am saying nothing," he said firmly.
"Dude, is this what was going on with you and Denton when you were in the closet together—" Spot started.
Jack cut him off. "NOTHING!"
"Okay, whatever Jack's sexual interest is, we still have to go find David," Blink interrupted.
"I was starting to get suspicious why Jack didn't take that shitty old bandanna off for six years straight…." Mush mumbled to himself as the guys jogged along the path in search of David.