So, I thought I'd write this random thing that popped into my head. It's modern day. Very different from just about anything I think I've written. Please don't get too mad about it. If you don't like it, don't read it.
"If we get violent, it's just playing into their hands."
"Better to be playing with my hands-"
"I'd like to be playing with Spot's hands..."
"Jojo, you say that every time."
"I know. It's funny."
"But Spot's mine. Keep it up, and I'll tell Kid Blink. Or Dutchy."
"No!" A tall girl dove off her computer chair and onto her friend who sat on the couch, watching Newsies. The dirty blonde haired girl who had just been tackled pushed her off. Jojo brushed her light brown, almost blonde hair out of her face. "Dutchy will know I'm kidding Irish. He'll love me anyway! And so will Blink!"
"Dear, they're not real. Calm down. Or shall I take over the computer and tell a certain boy you're IMing that you have more interest in Newsies than him." Jojo sprang back into her computer chair and lovingly caressed the screen.
"You're mean. I don't make you choose."
"I don't have anything to choose between. Unless you count horses or X-men."
"Well I don't. If you keep being mean to me, I'll spill Spot remover on the DVD."
"That's really not funny anymore." Irish turned back to watch the end of High Times, Hard Times. She sat in silence until Racetrack was punched. "No!" she sobbed, grey-green eyes wide. "Racetrack!" she yelled, in unison with Medda.
"Irish, you do that every time."
"And you cry when Kid Blink gets hit in the face. Go back to your Fan Fiction." Jojo turned back to the computer screen with a snort. The words of her latest discovery reflected in her brown eyes. She couldn't explain the fixation she had with fan fiction, but she loved it. Loved writing it, loved reading it, loved critiqueing it, loved perfecting it. She finished the story she was reading, sending a review, and clicked back to the page of Newsies stories.
"There's nothing wrong with Fan Fiction, and you know it. It gives people a chance to express themselves through characters that are already developed and therefore easier to work with."
"You're ignoring the fact that a lot of people completely like destroy who the character is in their stories."
"They do not. Some may find a different side of the character, but they don't destroy them." Rolling her eyes, Irish climbed over the back of the couch and stole control of themouse from Jojo.
"Jo, look at these. There's so many love stories! So many made up characters! And then there's the love stories where they DON'T make up characters."
"There's nothing wrong with slash."
"I agree, but think about it. It was definitely quite frowned upon in 1899. I mean, even if two guys were together then, they definitely would keep it quiet."
"You don't know that."
"And you don't know that it would be accepted."
"I know I don't. How could we know, unless somehow we were to go back in time or something." Irish sat on the back of the couch and let herself fall backwards onto it.
"I like reading it. It shows that people are open minded and stuff."
"Whatever." Jojo returned to reading a story, and Irish resumed watching Newsies upside down. "Jo, is it just me, or does something seem different?" Irish asked slowly. Jojo turned to see her right side up again and squinting at the screen. Jack had just run back into Irving Hall. "Doesn't it look like they're moving differently?" Jojo looked harder at the characters.
"I think you're crazy." Then, as if on cue, Jack on the screen dodged the punch that was being thrown at him instead of being hit in the chin. "Holy cha cha!"
"Come on fellas, dere's a window or somethin up heah."
Jack ran up the stairs, seemingly closer and closer to a camera, followed by Kid Blink, Mush, Racetrack, Spot, and David. Instead of running into the camera like they should have, they climbed right through the screen and piled onto the floor of Irish's basement.
"Irish! There are newsies in your house! Why are there newsies in your house?" Jojo squealed, jumping back a little. Irish grabbed her in a headlock.
"When good things happen to us, we don't ask why. Understand?" she whispered. Jojo nodded and sat back down. They both looked back to the dog pile of confused looking teenage boys that lay on the floor. The TV screen behind them had gone blank. "Ummmm. Hi. Welcome to my house." As they stood up, the newsies looked at her strangely.
"Who're you?" Spot asked, running his fingers over his gold topped cane.
"Irish. And this is Jojo. You all kinda just fell into my basement."
"Uh huh, I'm sure we did," Racetrack muttered, rolling his eyes and looking around. "How'd yeh get in heah? It must be a back room or somethin. An why're yeh both dressed so funny?" Irish and Jojo glanced down at the jeans and t-shirts they were wearing, then at the clothes the newsies were wearing, which hadn't changed when they came out of the movie.
"I don't think we're at Medda's anymore," Mush said quietly to Kid Blink.
"You'd know," Spot snapped at him, "I'm sure you know every inch of dat place. that's where you take those girls you meet every night, isn't it?" Mush threw a punch at him, but Irish pushed through the crowd of them to stop him.
"No fighting in my house. And yes, you are in my house. No, I don't know how, but you are. And until we figure out how to get you out of my house, you'll have to do as I say. Understand?"
"Why should we listen to you?" Spot asked, stepping forward.
"Are you deaf? It's my house!" Irish took his cane and went to hit him with it, but he punched her in the face.
"Don't take my stuff!" The other newsies punched him a little and muttered some stuff, obviously not anxious to get in a fight with someone whose house they seemed to have just dropped into. Irish touched her eye, but seeing that it wasn't bleeding or anything, ignored it.
"Do that again, and I'll throw you all out of here! And you can try to figure out how to live in 2006 suburbia! Have fun." At the mention of the year, 6 sets of eyes widened. Irish turned angrily on Jojo. "Never again will I try anything that's done in fan fictions." Jojo just laughed.
"Well, you guys are gonna have to stay down here, we don't want Irish's parents to freak at you or anything. So yeah, just stay down here. And don't like destroy anything. We'll try and figure out how to put you back in the movie." The newsies shrugged and talked among themselves and wandered around the basement. Jojo dropped back on the couch next to Irish, who was glaring at Spot.
"They'd better not mess up my house," she muttered.
"Oh come on, what's the worst they could do?"
"Hey, how's dis thing work?" Jack yelled from where he was standing next to a pinball machine. The other newsies gathered around him. David inadvertantly turned it on and lights started flashing. They all jumped back, Spot raising his cane.
"Don't break my pinball table!" Irish screamed, lunging across the room to grab Spot's cane before he could hit the table of lights, sounds, and other wrirring doo-dads.
"It's a pinball table. A form of entertainment. Irish is in love with it," Jojo explained. The newsies mumbled among themselves. "Ok. We don't care what you do, but don't break anything," a pointed look at Spot, "and don't touch the pinball table." She switched said pinball table off and lead Irish back over to the couch.
"I don't think I like Spot anymore."
"That's nice. How do we get rid of them?" Irish turned, her gaze resting on Racetrack as he poked at a beanbag chair.
"We want to get rid of them? Jo, we're living every Newsies fan's dream!"
"Doesn't matter. They can't stay here. Your brother flips out when you pretend to have a boyfriend, how do you think he'd react to 6 newsies in you basement?"
"Good point...fine. But it's late, can't we send them back tomorrow?"
"Oh alright, if you insist," Jojo agreed with a smile. They both turned back to observe the newsies.
"Hey Jojo, what's this thing?" David asked. He was sitting at the computer, moving the mouse around and staring transfixed as the arrow moved. She got up, walked over to the spare chair, and sat next to him.
"It's a computer. It's basically how people communicate, entertain themselves, and do pretty much everything nowadays. Right now it's showing something called fan fiction."
"I can read. What exactly is fan fiction?"
"Well, it's when people take characters from movies or books or whatever and make up their own stories about them. You guys came out of a movie called Newsies. That's the movie it's showing stories for right now."
"So those stories are about us?" Kid Blink asked. They had all sort of wandered over to the computer.
"Yeah. I'll tell you what. All you have to do is click on the title to read it, then this thing here to see the next chapter, then this button until you get back to the mian list. Irish and I are going to bed in that room. You guys can read those until you're tired, then crash where ever you want in here." Everyone seemed to agree, so Irish and Jojo went through a door into a back room where sleeping bags and other stuff was stored.
"Well. Them reading those will either be very amusing or very bad."
"Oh come on, it's not that bad. It'll be amusing. And then tomorrow we send them back...somehow."
"Alright. But I swear, if he annoys me anymore, or gets anywhere near my pinball machiene...I'll go and get the Spot remover from upstairs."
yeah, this shouldnt be too terribly long. lemme know what you think. flame if you must, but try to give me something i can use. again, if you didnt like it, i dont need you to tell me that. just dont read it.
