so this dumb thing doesn't make equal signs. ho hum. newsies is not mine, it's disney's. everything else is mine though. yay!!

p.s. the chapter title has nothing to do with the war...see if you understand it by the end! i am so sneaky...lol

After the soldiers left, the rest of the people disappeared, for now they had finally realized that their friends and loved ones were going to be gone for quite some time. Only Jill, Brittany, Christina, Crutchy, Les, Snipey, Drummer, and Kid Blink remained. The girls looked sad, so Kid Blink asked Christina to play a song on her bugle so they could dance. Jill and Crutchy, Brittany and Kid Blink swing danced their little hearts out, Les and Snipey ran around, and Drummer drummed. It was a lot of fun, especially watching Crutchy try to dance with a crutch. Afterwards, they felt better and helped Medda clean up.

In the days to come, World War II raged on in Europe and the Pacific, and Jill, Brittany, Crutchy, and Kid Blink read about it. (it's a wonderful life! Yay!) After about a month and a half, they were getting pretty bored, until one day before Brittany went to bed, her mom shared some surprising news.

"Britt, one of the boys from Apple Valley got hurt and he has leave for a few weeks, but he needs to have somebody caring for him around the clock, and as you well know the nearest hospital is quite a ways a way and is quite expensive, so he's going to be staying with us for a while because I was a nurse in the first World War and I know how to handle these sorts of ailments."

"Oh that's great mother! I mean, it's not great that he got hurt, but it will be good to see someone who hasn't been around for a long time. Who is it?"

"I think, oh they called him some funny nickname, I think it was…Skittery. Yes that's it."

"SKITTERY?! ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR MIND?!" (wooo newsies line within a newsies fanfic!! Sweetness!!) Brittany asked with a mixture of shock, anger, and extreme frustration.

"What's wrong?"

"Mother, me and Skittery,"

"Skittery and I, dear,"

"Ugh, Skittery and I do not get along. There is absolutely no way he can stay with us at all. Especially for that length of time."

"Brittany, I already told them we could take care of him, and that poor boy needs our help."

"I guess I will just have to put up with it, but only for the sake of helping someone in need."

"That's a much better attitude. Now go to bed its getting late."

"Alright, goodnight," she said with a sigh.

"Maybe you will learn that there is more to Skittery than meets the eye." Her mother replied.

"Or maybe not…goodnight mother!" she said, obviously irritated. AHHHHH she screamed into her pillow. The next morning, she met Kid Blink, Crutchy, and Jill at Medda's for some pancakes, and she told them the story.

"Can you believe it?" she asked disgustedly.

"Maybe being stuck in the same house will bring you two together," Kid Blink stated.

"Maybe kid Blink is right," Jill added.

"Let your heart soar," Crutchy remarked.

"Crutchy that made no sense," Brittany said, "whose side are you guys on anyways? Is my mother bribing you with pasta salad to say that?" (ok in real life Brittany's mom makes the best pasta salad!! Woo!!)

"No, it just might be true, " Kid Blink stated.

"You know I really could go for some pasta salad…" Jill said but Brittany cut her off with an agitated grunt.

"I gotta go you guys, soldier boy is going to be here in less than 3 hours and my mother wants me to clean the house." Brittany declared.

"Goodbye," the three remaining friends called after Britt.

"If you build it, they will come," Crutchy said.

"Where do you get this stuff?" Jill asked, puzzled. (in case you didn't get that, it's from the movie field of dreams, and it really has nothing to do with this story whatsoever)

"I think we'd better get you home." Kid Blink said, and they left a tip and led Crutchy out the door.

AAHHHHHHHHH I hate everything. Skittery needs to just get lost in the Bermuda Triangle or get kidnapped in a burlap sack and taken to the border. (ok loooong story)

Yay!! So I wrote this stuff such a long time ago and it's nice to get it up here finally!

Thanks to:

Peculiarjuliar- I like constructive criticism!! I totally see what you mean about the brittany interjections, and actually I realize that some of them are screwed up on ch 2 they didn't get italicized…but yeah I am trying to figure out how I could perhaps cut them out b/c at the time I was writing this (aka almost 2 years ago) I really liked them but now I see they don't exactly fit (whoa that is a long sentence). But they will probably end up having to stay b/c I have already written nearly the entire story. About the authors' notes, this story was written for my cousin Brittany, so there are lots of inside jokes between us that the rest of the world would have no clue about (and probably still won't even after I explain it). I guess I don't like trying to make my stories too formal because I am just to weird and I think for me to write a story as a serious author might be too apart from myself lol. But please keep constructively criticizing me honestly, I love writing and always want to improve.

…and all of you I didn't thank last time:

Purple Rhapsody: yay Skitts!

Pennyroyaltea: woot newsies and war stories!

Xbellavitax: I hope you have kept reading!!

Knots: hmm I might need a character soon!

EyesofEmerald: val!

And my dear ducks-go-quack-00: DAVE THE FIEND. I am glad you still love him too.

I love you…and your reviews. I would write more to you but it is late.