I'm back and better then ever!!!…ok maybe not, but in any case, new chapter. The 10th chapter…:::sighs::: the story is almost over, that is so sad. Ok so there are a few more chapters, and I'm working on sequel. Hey if hollywood does it, then so can I.
Thank you to all of you who are reviewing, I look forward to reading them. I thought I was going to get a lot saying, "this sucks," or, "I think you're a loser," or something like that…anyway, thank you. ICE CREAM FOR EVERYBODY!!! I'm getting a little tired of Ice Cream maybe I should flame myself so we can have smores. Ok here goes, Lysaka, I hate this story. :::a fire appears::: Yaye!!! Get your sticks and marshmellows!!!
Disclaimer: ::Groans:: Well wouldn't want to get sued so her it goes, I don't own Newsies ok?! Get off my back, I'm a broke teenager with a lot of time on her hands so…BACK OFF!!!! The San Francisco newsies, however, are mine, so HA!
One more note: Hey, I wrote my faviorate line in this chapter, guess what it is in your reviews and I'll tell you in the next chapter.
ON WITH THE FIC!!!!
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The boys were complaining, it was time to go, the girls were no where to be found.
"Are dey ready yet?" asked a newsie, by the name of Snipeshooter.
The door opened and three girls walked down, they being of course, Marbles, Ramble, and Prank.
Mush, Blink and Race's jaws hit the floor. They had never seen the girls in dresses before, especially Prank.
"We ready?" Marbles asked.
The boys nodded in agreement and the group made their way out of the lodging house and to Irving hall. Prank ran up to Race.
"You ready for the poker game?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I'se winnin' dis time, ya can't pull da innocent act again."
"I bet I'll win." Prank challenged.
"You'se wanna bet?" Race challenged back.
"Alright, let's bet, If I beat you at poker tonight, we wear each others outfits for selling papes, for a day."
"And if, no when, I'se beats ya, ya hav ta….ta." Racetrack thought for a second, he smirked, then said. "You'se havta kiss me, lips, in front of everybody."
"What! No way, that's stupid, I'm not doing it." Prank walked a little faster, Race called to her.
"What? You'se chicken?" Prank stopped dead in her tracks, turned around slowly.
"What did you say?"
"You'se heard me…chicken." He cracked, some other newsies around them smirked. Prank walked slowly up to him.
"The last person to call me chicken, spent a month in the hospital, I'm not afraid of you, or your bet, I accept." Race and Prank sealed the deal by a spit shake. Prank smirked and walked away, then called to Race.
"By the way, when you're wearing my skirt tomorrow, try not to stretch out the hips." She said and then continued walking. Race quickened his pace to catch up to Prank.
"What?"
"Well, let's face it, Race, you have bigger hips then a pregnant women." She smirked. Racetrack, feeling a little subconscious about all this, looked down and put his hands on his hips.
"No I'se don't," he said.
"Ok, if that helps you sleep at night," Prank replied and continued walking. Most of the other newsies were in laughing fits. Prank turned to see the hurt face of Race, even though he was trying to hide it.
"Ah Race, I was only fooling," she smiled, this seemed to lighten Race's eyes. But Prank had to continue, "Your hips aren't that big." She smiled.
"See you at the poker table," she turned and walked into Irving hall. This party was going to be interesting.
Medda stepped on the stage, 'causing all the newsies to cheer. The songs and dances were participated by all. Except for one corner of the room, the poker table, Prank and Race decided to get their bet over with. So they went to the poker table first. The game was down to Prank and Race.
"I'll see your dime and raise you a quarter,"
"I'se call ya," Race said putting a quarter in the pot.
Prank laid down her cards, revealing three jacks and two queens.
"Full house," she said, "what about you?" Race laid down his cards,….
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Well, that's all for this chapter, read some more next time….wouldn't that be just evil if I did that? I mean really really evil? Well, I'm feeling nice today…so read on.
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showing all the four aces.
"No, I don't believe it." Prank eyeing the cards.
"Believe it, I'se won," he said grabbing the money. "Come wid me," he said. Race made his way toward the middle of the room, Prank followed. When they made it Race stopped.
"Heah,"
"Here what?"
"Kiss me heah,"
"You're joking,"
"No, do it an' get it ova wid."
"Fine," Prank leaned forward, closing the little space that was between them, kissing him squarely on the lips. Hoots and whistles were heard around them. All to soon for both of them, Prank pulled away.
"There, I did it," she said coldly, trying to cover what she was really feeling.
"Say," Race offered, "You'se wanna dance?"
"Alright,"
Now it was either pure dumb luck or maybe Medda just saw them on the floor, or maybe it was the cruel intentions of a demented author, but a slow song, sung by Medda began to play. Race grabbed Pranks hips slowly, as if any fast movements would scare her off. Prank tired to break the uncomfortable situation the way she always did, joking.
"One thing Race,"
"Yeah,"
Prank reached out her arm and snagged Races hat off his head, then proceeded to wrap her arms around his neck.
"If I can't wear my hat then neither can you." She smiled and held her jaw shut for fear that she would burst out laughing at Race's ridiculous hat hair.
Race decided that now was the time, he worked up his courage, and he was going to ask her now.
"Hey Prank,"
"Yeah,"
"Will you'se…" he lost his courage there, Prank gave him a 'go on' look. Race thought of a lie.
"Will you'se play poka wid me sometime? You'se a lot betta den da oudda's."
Pranks face fell.
"Yeah, ok."
Race cursed to himself every name one could call oneself. Stupid was the main one though. The song was over and the couple stopped dancing.
"Hey Race," A young newsie approached him, "Da boys want ya ta play," the boy pointed to the poker table.
"Yeah, we'll play,"
"Actually Race," Prank butted in, "I don't feel like playing anymore tonight.
Race gave a look of understanding then turned to the boy.
"Nah, dat's ok."
"No Race, you go on and play," Prank interrupted once again. "I'll be fine."
"You'se sure."
"Positive."
"Alright," Race said, then turned to go, "See ya,"
"Bye," Prank called.
The rest of the evening lagged on for Prank, her sisters were out with their boys and because of that, had no more time for her. She smiled a lot to pretend like everything was ok. She sat down at an empty table and was looking around.
"Heya Prank," Crutchy said.
Prank turned around to face him.
"Hey yourself," she said.
"You'se ain't havin' a good time, are ya?" Crutchy asked.
"To be honest, I feel weird, This is your party, your celebration, I did nothing, so why am I here?"
"'Cause you'se a newsie, no matta what place ya come from, ya still's one of us." Crutchy tried to cheer her up.
"Hey," he offered, "I'se could take ya home if ya want?"
"No," she said a little louder then necessary, "This is your party, I couldn't ask that of you."
"It's all right," Crutchy said getting up.
"If you insist," she said getting up also, "We should tell someone we're leaving."
She turned around to find Medda socializing with the newsies.
"Hey Medda," she called. Medda turned to her and smiled.
"Hello dear,"
"Medda, if anybody asks where Crutchy and I are, just tell them we went home ok?"
"Sure dear, no trouble." Medda turned back to the other newsies.
"Ok Crutchy, let's go." They walked out of Irving hall.
"Do ya want ta go da long way or short way?" Crutchy asked.
Prank was thankful she wore her comfortable shoes.
"Long,"
The two walked down the street, enjoying the clear night.
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I know, I made Race chicken out. Little wuss. :::angry mob of Racetrack lovers advances::: hey back off, I like the happy endings, just chill. :::mob stops::: maybe I'll have Race jump off a cliff, that would make me happy. :::mob comes back::: I was kidding, leave me alone, I didn't mean it.
Anyway, guess what my fav line is, it's not really all that hard. SO REVIEW…..please!