Word Count for this chapter: 885
I still don't own Newsies, just Bianca.
Racetrack was lying on the couch in the lodging house commons, before anyone else claimed it. His hands were clasped, resting on his stomach. The usual din was filtered out of his mind, for he was only thinking of one thing.
Bianca. That name was so beautiful. Just like her. She had golden brown hair that shown in the sun and gently curled around her shoulders.
Race was glad that she wasn't taller than him. That's a serious problem that he has. Just about every girl is taller than him. Totally not fair. Mush always laughed at him for that. Then Race tripped him going down the stairs the next day. It always worked out.
The one in question sat down on the arm rest by Race's head. "Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" Mush asked, small grin spreading across his face.
"Why do youse care?" He snapped.
"Yeesh," He put up his hands defensively and stood back up. "Jus' wonderin'."
Race bit his lip, wondering if he could tell Mush about Bianca. "Come back! I'm sorry." He sighed, "It's this goirl."
Mush nearly screamed in excitement as he plopped down on the floor, he sat cross-legged and leaned forward. "What's she like?"
Race sighed and moved his hands to be clasped behind his head. "'Er name's Bianca. Goes to school in North Brooklyn, in between 'ere and Sheepshead." He closed his eyes and smiled blissfully.
That seemed to catch Mush off-guard. He drew back, surprised. "Brooklyn? Does she know you live 'ere?"
"Well, no. It's not that important, hasn't come up." Racetrack sat up. "I thought you were supposed to be supportive of me!"
"C'mon, I'm trying! It's just…Brooklyn! Why couldn't you find someone more local?" Mush tilted forward to rest on the balls of his feet. He still had his huge grin on his face, so Mush couldn't be that serious. Mush was never that serious. "So, when do I get to meet 'er?"
"You ain't meetin' her, you'll scare her off." Race stood up from the couch. "I'm going ta bed. Oh, and Mush? Please don't tell anyone, not yet." Mush nodded.
As Race headed towards the bunks, Mush could hardly contain this secret he was entrusted to keep.
~oOo~
The next day, Race set off for circulation, with Mush right by his side. "You know what? I'm gonna see her today. Right afta her school gets out. Walk her home. You think she'd like dat?" Race turned to Mush.
Mush nodded, and tried to keep his voice from going to loud. "Yeah. Goirls like dat. You should get her something, too. Like a flower." He smiled joyfully.
"Yeah I'll do dat. Good idea. Thanks Mush!" Racetrack called over his shoulder as he bolted off. Mush chuckled to himself as Race turned the corner.
Jack walked up next to him. "What's got him in a rush?"
"He's gonna see some goirl." Mush quickly covered his mouth. "Dang it." Jack laughed and shook his head while he walked away.
~oOo~
Race went through his day normally, selling out rather quickly. Normally, if that happened, he would just head back to Manhattan. He dawdled around Brooklyn past noontime. He struck up conversations with some of Spot's boys through the city when one recognized Race.
Eventually, it was about two o'clock, the time Bianca's school. And don't even ask how he knew that.
On the way there, he stopped by a floral shop. There were tons of huge bouquets in the window. Race laughed; no way could he get one of those. It was too expensive, and it would look like he was trying too hard. So Racetrack walked over to the far wall. It looked something like a "build your own". It had single flowers, with a chalkboard that had prices written down. He wandered down the wall, feeling completely out of his element.
There was a basket full of roses. Too cliché, he thought.
The next basket had tulips. The colors ranged from the brightest things in the rainbow. Perfect. He drew out one that was a light pink on the tips of the petals, and flowed into a deep orange near the stem. Racetrack snipped a little bit a thin, green ribbon and tied a bow around the stem.
At the counter, he quickly pulled out the change and set it on the counter so he could get to the school in time.
He ran through the streets, one hand cupped around the blossom to keep it safe.
As he got to the grounds, kids were just starting to pour out. He flattened his hair down and stood on his tiptoes, flower behind his back. Race saw Bianca heading south towards her home. He bolted through the crowd of people. But, a little too quickly. He smacked into Bianca's back, almost knocking her down.
"Hey! What ar-Racetrack!" She brushed the hair out of her face and smiled warmly at him. He felt his heart leap up his throat as he held out the tulip, which was somehow still intact, and perfect. "Racetrack, thank you." Bianca took it. He motioned that he could take her backpack. She smiled again and gave it to him. It was immensely heavy, but he didn't mind at all as their shoulders gently bumped into each other with every few steps.
Thanks for reading! I'll hopefully have the last chapter up later this week! Tell me what you think! :)
