Disclaimer: Disney owns Newsies. I concede defeat.
Notes: The sentences are run-on, I know, but they're supposed to be written like that. It's a simple story with a simple narrative.
Warnings: Hardly any. You could infer some very vague Race/Mush, but you don't have to. I could do better with the Newsie lingo, I suppose, but then I'd have an eyesore to read, so I'm not going as far as I could with that.
Enjoy =)
-Ish
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Spot Conlon says I'm stupid. He says I wouldn't know nothin' if I was clubbed over the head with it. I don't know what he means by that, because I don't think being clubbed over the head by nothin' would feel like anything, anyway.
Jack says not to worry, those Brooklyn kids don't know a thing about me. You couldn't get a Brooklyn newsie to be polite if his life were at stake, Jack says.
David says I'm not dumb, naïve is more like it. I said, I don't know what that means, and David says, If you did, you wouldn't be quite as naïve no more.
So I don't know. I guess I am naïve. But I sell papes like the rest of the guys do, and sometimes I sells 'em better.
Racetrack says it's because I've got charisma. I didn't know what that was and I told him as much, but he wasn't like David and he told me. He says it makes me magnetic, that I attract people. He says I've got a good smile, better than Spot Conlon's, and if Spot didn't threaten with violence every time some'un refused to by a pape from 'im then I'd sell way more than him. He says this naïve thing David talks about adds to my charisma because I'm trusting and friendly and it shows.
Racetrack says that's why I get more girls'n he does, and he says I'm still in his bad books for that but "I'm just kidding ya, buddy" and he slaps me on the back and goes away to deal with business. I want to tell him that maybe if he didn't spend so much time betting and more time actually trying to get girls then he'd get more girls'n me.
So then I guess it's kind of like I sell papes better than Spot but Racetrack gets more girls'n me, so then I guess I'm kinda in the middle, and I guess I'm pretty okay with that. Race can have the girls for all I care, but Spot ain't touchin' my papes. I might lend Race a pape, though. Race is kinda, y'know, I dunno, he doesn't talk to me like I'm "naïve."
Les says he likes me better'n most of the other guys because I don't talk to him like he's stupid, and I says well I know what it's like to be treated stupid and it's not very nice I suppose.
Blink says naïve means I don't know some things that some guys know. I says that's like being stupid and Blink says no, because I know things I need to know to not be stupid, I'm not just good at readin' between the lines, he says, and I says I don't read much so I guess that don't matter. And he says yeah that's pretty naïve and I says no, I knew what you meant, I was just trying to be naïve and he says good job, and Racetrack overhears and he laughs, and David rolls his eyes, and Jack claps his hands and grins and Jack says,
"That's our Mush, he ain't never what ya think."
And I guess I'm pretty okay with that.
Notes: The sentences are run-on, I know, but they're supposed to be written like that. It's a simple story with a simple narrative.
Warnings: Hardly any. You could infer some very vague Race/Mush, but you don't have to. I could do better with the Newsie lingo, I suppose, but then I'd have an eyesore to read, so I'm not going as far as I could with that.
Enjoy =)
-Ish
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Spot Conlon says I'm stupid. He says I wouldn't know nothin' if I was clubbed over the head with it. I don't know what he means by that, because I don't think being clubbed over the head by nothin' would feel like anything, anyway.
Jack says not to worry, those Brooklyn kids don't know a thing about me. You couldn't get a Brooklyn newsie to be polite if his life were at stake, Jack says.
David says I'm not dumb, naïve is more like it. I said, I don't know what that means, and David says, If you did, you wouldn't be quite as naïve no more.
So I don't know. I guess I am naïve. But I sell papes like the rest of the guys do, and sometimes I sells 'em better.
Racetrack says it's because I've got charisma. I didn't know what that was and I told him as much, but he wasn't like David and he told me. He says it makes me magnetic, that I attract people. He says I've got a good smile, better than Spot Conlon's, and if Spot didn't threaten with violence every time some'un refused to by a pape from 'im then I'd sell way more than him. He says this naïve thing David talks about adds to my charisma because I'm trusting and friendly and it shows.
Racetrack says that's why I get more girls'n he does, and he says I'm still in his bad books for that but "I'm just kidding ya, buddy" and he slaps me on the back and goes away to deal with business. I want to tell him that maybe if he didn't spend so much time betting and more time actually trying to get girls then he'd get more girls'n me.
So then I guess it's kind of like I sell papes better than Spot but Racetrack gets more girls'n me, so then I guess I'm kinda in the middle, and I guess I'm pretty okay with that. Race can have the girls for all I care, but Spot ain't touchin' my papes. I might lend Race a pape, though. Race is kinda, y'know, I dunno, he doesn't talk to me like I'm "naïve."
Les says he likes me better'n most of the other guys because I don't talk to him like he's stupid, and I says well I know what it's like to be treated stupid and it's not very nice I suppose.
Blink says naïve means I don't know some things that some guys know. I says that's like being stupid and Blink says no, because I know things I need to know to not be stupid, I'm not just good at readin' between the lines, he says, and I says I don't read much so I guess that don't matter. And he says yeah that's pretty naïve and I says no, I knew what you meant, I was just trying to be naïve and he says good job, and Racetrack overhears and he laughs, and David rolls his eyes, and Jack claps his hands and grins and Jack says,
"That's our Mush, he ain't never what ya think."
And I guess I'm pretty okay with that.