[Twenty Years of Reflection]
[Chapter 1] [How's it rollin?]
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or Tibby's.
A smile etched it's way onto my face as I reminisced on the past times I had spent with old friends from my childhood. What a bunch of wild guys we were, never a dull moment. Always waiting for the newest adventure, the newest girl, something to occupy our short attention spans. Contests to see who could sell the most papers everyday, who could outsell the previous winner. It's not like it made a difference though, the same guy always won. I let out a sarcastic laugh as I realized that that wasn't my life any more, and I took a sip from my beer and looked at myself in the reflection of the ale. What twenty years could do to a man, I wondered if any of my old pals had aged as I had. Upon thinking about them I got nervous, they would be there any minute.
I wondered if they'd still like me, if they thought that since I had become a prestigious lawyer I had changed for the worse, forgotten my roots. I stared at my reflection and then closed my eyes trying to picture myself those 20 years younger. I peered over both of my shoulders, trying to picture the bar as it did 20 years ago, it used to be my favorite restaurant. Tibby's was it's name and us Newsboys ate their for almost every meal we could afford it. The room was so full of happy memories, so full that I could feel myself drowning because they were so overwhelming.
"Can I get you another drink Mr. Bootarsky?" Asked the friendly bartender as he began to reach for my mug.
"No thank you, I'm waiting on some friends." I said with a smile through my handle-bar mustache with a glimmer in my eye.
I looked up at the clock hanging above the mantle piece to the left of me, five minutes stood between me and my companions. A shiver of excitement shot up my spine as I realized how long it had been since I'd seen them.
"Boots?" A familiar voice questioned from behind me.
I swung around in my bar stool and feeling so condensed in my happiness I just sat there for a moment, feeling almost as though I could cry of happiness.
"Jack Kelly," I whispered as I slowly got up from my chair and shook his hand strongly. We both just stood there for a minute, in utter awe as we looked at each other without blinking.
"That's a nice suit ya got there Boots," Jack said after we had snapped out of our stares. I looked at myself quickly and smiled at him.
"Why thank you Jack," I said mockingly. Remembering a time long ago when Jack was the one wearing the expensive suit, at a most unthinkable time in our past.
I looked at Jack, he still had that same charisma about him that could captivate the room with a single clear of his throat. He flashed his honey brown eyes at me and ran his hands through his sandy hair as we talked about our lives, and how it had been far to long since our last meeting.
Jack had at one point in his life gone down to Santa Fe and tried to start a life down there a couple years after he had quit being a Newsie. He said it was fantastic until he realized how much he missed his girl friend Sarah and New York. At that point in time he came home to New York and married Sarah, and shortly after that they moved to Boston. He smiled as he relayed that he had just gotten a promotion at his job(executive movie producer) and was expecting a third child.
I always idolized Jack, and to this day still do. He seemed so happy in his life, and it was great to share a drink with an old friend. Nothing but good old fashioned laughing happened when Jack and I got together, mostly about how every single day everyone would try to outsell him. As we sat there in our perfect moment another familiar face walked through the door. "Dave," Jack said standing up as a man with curly hair and sharp blue eyes approached our table with a smile plastered onto his face and his hand reaching out to shake Jack's and my hands. "David Jacob's." Jack repeated again as he neared our table and with that constant smile Dave looked at me with a smirk and said:
"How's it rolling Boots?"
*~*~*
I always feel so sorry for Boots because he is never used in any stories, so I have decided to write a story about Boots.
Review Puh-lease!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or Tibby's.
A smile etched it's way onto my face as I reminisced on the past times I had spent with old friends from my childhood. What a bunch of wild guys we were, never a dull moment. Always waiting for the newest adventure, the newest girl, something to occupy our short attention spans. Contests to see who could sell the most papers everyday, who could outsell the previous winner. It's not like it made a difference though, the same guy always won. I let out a sarcastic laugh as I realized that that wasn't my life any more, and I took a sip from my beer and looked at myself in the reflection of the ale. What twenty years could do to a man, I wondered if any of my old pals had aged as I had. Upon thinking about them I got nervous, they would be there any minute.
I wondered if they'd still like me, if they thought that since I had become a prestigious lawyer I had changed for the worse, forgotten my roots. I stared at my reflection and then closed my eyes trying to picture myself those 20 years younger. I peered over both of my shoulders, trying to picture the bar as it did 20 years ago, it used to be my favorite restaurant. Tibby's was it's name and us Newsboys ate their for almost every meal we could afford it. The room was so full of happy memories, so full that I could feel myself drowning because they were so overwhelming.
"Can I get you another drink Mr. Bootarsky?" Asked the friendly bartender as he began to reach for my mug.
"No thank you, I'm waiting on some friends." I said with a smile through my handle-bar mustache with a glimmer in my eye.
I looked up at the clock hanging above the mantle piece to the left of me, five minutes stood between me and my companions. A shiver of excitement shot up my spine as I realized how long it had been since I'd seen them.
"Boots?" A familiar voice questioned from behind me.
I swung around in my bar stool and feeling so condensed in my happiness I just sat there for a moment, feeling almost as though I could cry of happiness.
"Jack Kelly," I whispered as I slowly got up from my chair and shook his hand strongly. We both just stood there for a minute, in utter awe as we looked at each other without blinking.
"That's a nice suit ya got there Boots," Jack said after we had snapped out of our stares. I looked at myself quickly and smiled at him.
"Why thank you Jack," I said mockingly. Remembering a time long ago when Jack was the one wearing the expensive suit, at a most unthinkable time in our past.
I looked at Jack, he still had that same charisma about him that could captivate the room with a single clear of his throat. He flashed his honey brown eyes at me and ran his hands through his sandy hair as we talked about our lives, and how it had been far to long since our last meeting.
Jack had at one point in his life gone down to Santa Fe and tried to start a life down there a couple years after he had quit being a Newsie. He said it was fantastic until he realized how much he missed his girl friend Sarah and New York. At that point in time he came home to New York and married Sarah, and shortly after that they moved to Boston. He smiled as he relayed that he had just gotten a promotion at his job(executive movie producer) and was expecting a third child.
I always idolized Jack, and to this day still do. He seemed so happy in his life, and it was great to share a drink with an old friend. Nothing but good old fashioned laughing happened when Jack and I got together, mostly about how every single day everyone would try to outsell him. As we sat there in our perfect moment another familiar face walked through the door. "Dave," Jack said standing up as a man with curly hair and sharp blue eyes approached our table with a smile plastered onto his face and his hand reaching out to shake Jack's and my hands. "David Jacob's." Jack repeated again as he neared our table and with that constant smile Dave looked at me with a smirk and said:
"How's it rolling Boots?"
*~*~*
I always feel so sorry for Boots because he is never used in any stories, so I have decided to write a story about Boots.
Review Puh-lease!