Disclaimer: All the Newsies characters belong to Disney, not me! Tired and any Brooklyn Newsie mentioned is mine, well, except, Spot. He's Disney's as well. Hope you enjoy…
Pinky Promises
Prologue
It was about one in the morning. That night, a young boy sat on the roof of the building in which he lived, staring up at the stars, and dreaming of the west and of a real family. It was the echo of footsteps which alerted thirteen year old, Jack Kelly, (otherwise known as Cowboy to his friends) to her presence. He stood up and hopped off the roof, onto the fire escape, looking down at her as she stumbled through the side alley. She appeared to be about nine years old, maybe ten. She was running at top speed, her breath coming out in ragged heaves. She slipped a few times and looked behind her frantically.
Deciding that she was definitely in trouble and being the ever courageous fella that he is, Jack climbed the rest of the way down the fire escape, hopping off the last bar of the ladder and landing right in front of her. She smacked into him with an "oof" and let loose a shriek as she bounced off his chest and landed on her rump.
"Aw, shoot!" Jack called out, leaning down to pull her up, "Sorry, 'bout dat."
She shook her head, her movements jerky and frightened, causing her chin length, straight brown hair to shake and tangle within itself. A few strands stuck to the sweat on her forehead and she pushed them back behind her ears absently, "Forget... about it." She muttered breathlessly, looking behind her, "I have...ta go..."
"Whoa, whoa...why don't'cha catch ya breath foist?"
"No...time." She gasped, taking a deep breath.
"You're gonna drop down dead if ya don't."
"Okay... maybe you're right." She said, taking another deep breath.
Jack grinned, "I'se always right." He said happily.
"And evah so modest... as well..." She said with a bit of a smile, still trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah, dat's right! Ya know me to well already, I'm a bit frightened. Now, ya wanna tell me what it is you'se runnin' from?"
She shook her head, "Not really, but I'm not going back! You can't make me go back!"
"Easy, goil, easy... No one is gonna make ya do nothin' you don't wanna do."
She smiled at him, a great huge grin that spread across her face, "Ya mean it?"
"Of coise, I mean it. I don't never say nothin' I don't mean."
She sighed as if a huge weight had been taken off her shoulders and then yawned largely.
He shook his head, "Da name is Jack Kelly, at least dats what me mudder called me, though the fellas 'round here call me da Cowboy."
She yawned again, "I'm tired--"
"Well, Tired, it's a pleasah meet ya!" Jack said, an even larger grin than the one that usually brightened his face appearing as he stuck out his hand.
She frowned, "No, my name is Molly, Molly Masterson, not Tired."
"I knows ya name isn't, Tired, I was just joshin' ya."
She smiled, "Oh...well...you can call me tired if ya want too... Do they call you The Cowboy or is it just Cowboy?"
Jack shook his head, "Just Cowboy."
"Alright, Just Cowboy, do ya gotta place I can stay at? Just 'til mornin'?"
"Sure, Tired, but I can do bettah den dat. I can give ya a place ta stay 'til ya don't need it no more an' a job ta boot. Just come wit' me." He said, sticking out his elbow.
She took it, smiling brightly as she did so, and the two walked over to the fire escape and climbed to the roof.
"Looks like whoevah it was dat was followin' ya gave up."
She looked over the ledge and nodded, "I hope you're right."
"Wanna tell me about it now?"
"My Daddy...he was touching...he tried to make me...I don't want to talk about it, Jack." She said, her eyes tearing.
Jack frowned, picking up the words she was afraid to say, "Well, don't worry now, Molly, nobody's gonna make ya do nothin' you don't want to, not evah. I promise."
A smile began to grace her features and her big blue eyes filled with happy tears, "Pinky?"
"Pinky."
Pinky Promises
Prologue
It was about one in the morning. That night, a young boy sat on the roof of the building in which he lived, staring up at the stars, and dreaming of the west and of a real family. It was the echo of footsteps which alerted thirteen year old, Jack Kelly, (otherwise known as Cowboy to his friends) to her presence. He stood up and hopped off the roof, onto the fire escape, looking down at her as she stumbled through the side alley. She appeared to be about nine years old, maybe ten. She was running at top speed, her breath coming out in ragged heaves. She slipped a few times and looked behind her frantically.
Deciding that she was definitely in trouble and being the ever courageous fella that he is, Jack climbed the rest of the way down the fire escape, hopping off the last bar of the ladder and landing right in front of her. She smacked into him with an "oof" and let loose a shriek as she bounced off his chest and landed on her rump.
"Aw, shoot!" Jack called out, leaning down to pull her up, "Sorry, 'bout dat."
She shook her head, her movements jerky and frightened, causing her chin length, straight brown hair to shake and tangle within itself. A few strands stuck to the sweat on her forehead and she pushed them back behind her ears absently, "Forget... about it." She muttered breathlessly, looking behind her, "I have...ta go..."
"Whoa, whoa...why don't'cha catch ya breath foist?"
"No...time." She gasped, taking a deep breath.
"You're gonna drop down dead if ya don't."
"Okay... maybe you're right." She said, taking another deep breath.
Jack grinned, "I'se always right." He said happily.
"And evah so modest... as well..." She said with a bit of a smile, still trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah, dat's right! Ya know me to well already, I'm a bit frightened. Now, ya wanna tell me what it is you'se runnin' from?"
She shook her head, "Not really, but I'm not going back! You can't make me go back!"
"Easy, goil, easy... No one is gonna make ya do nothin' you don't wanna do."
She smiled at him, a great huge grin that spread across her face, "Ya mean it?"
"Of coise, I mean it. I don't never say nothin' I don't mean."
She sighed as if a huge weight had been taken off her shoulders and then yawned largely.
He shook his head, "Da name is Jack Kelly, at least dats what me mudder called me, though the fellas 'round here call me da Cowboy."
She yawned again, "I'm tired--"
"Well, Tired, it's a pleasah meet ya!" Jack said, an even larger grin than the one that usually brightened his face appearing as he stuck out his hand.
She frowned, "No, my name is Molly, Molly Masterson, not Tired."
"I knows ya name isn't, Tired, I was just joshin' ya."
She smiled, "Oh...well...you can call me tired if ya want too... Do they call you The Cowboy or is it just Cowboy?"
Jack shook his head, "Just Cowboy."
"Alright, Just Cowboy, do ya gotta place I can stay at? Just 'til mornin'?"
"Sure, Tired, but I can do bettah den dat. I can give ya a place ta stay 'til ya don't need it no more an' a job ta boot. Just come wit' me." He said, sticking out his elbow.
She took it, smiling brightly as she did so, and the two walked over to the fire escape and climbed to the roof.
"Looks like whoevah it was dat was followin' ya gave up."
She looked over the ledge and nodded, "I hope you're right."
"Wanna tell me about it now?"
"My Daddy...he was touching...he tried to make me...I don't want to talk about it, Jack." She said, her eyes tearing.
Jack frowned, picking up the words she was afraid to say, "Well, don't worry now, Molly, nobody's gonna make ya do nothin' you don't want to, not evah. I promise."
A smile began to grace her features and her big blue eyes filled with happy tears, "Pinky?"
"Pinky."
