Disclaimer—I don't own Newsies, nor any other Media references I may make.
I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Almatari_of_Arda- the whipped cream thing isn't so original. It's been done...
Flux, the newsie swing kid- HEY! You *points at you* stole ME! *pokes self in the eye* OUCH! That hurt! Do you mean 'camp' as in CAMP? Like the movie? With Michael, Ellen and *shiver* Vlad?
Strawberri Shake- I'm not sure how much more of the 'star-crossed lovers' thing you'll see, it was just a thing to say.
(Still Sunday)
~Dutchy's PoV~
What does it mean when your best friend tells you he loves you? Did he mean it like, 'thanks for being there for me man, I love you,' or did he mean it like, 'you're so hot, I want to screw you, I love you'? Did he say it as a joke? Then again, why would he have driven away so fast? Maybe he was feeling vulnerable.
The weirdest thing about this is that I don't care that he said he loved me. I don't care how he loves me because that's probably how I love him back.
I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Should I call him and tell him that I love him? Should I ignore it and pretend like it never happened? Should I ask him what he meant?
My head is full of questions that I don't even know how to ask. So I do the next best thing, I ask my sister.
"Jean, what do you say when someone tells you they love you?" we have very Dutch names. Mine is 'John' but in Dutch it's pronounced 'Yo', it's confusing so people just call me plain 'Dutchy'. Because of my last name.
"Who loves you John?" she reluctantly lowered her magazine to talk to me.
"No one.........well someone.........a friend.........but they were just a friend but now I think I love them too. What am I supposed to do? Do I call them? Should I tell them I love them back?"
"Tell your friend whatever you want. I don't think it's doing you much good worrying about it. Go out and ask her—I assume it's a 'her'—," awkward moment, "—what she meant by saying she loves you. If you return the feeling than tell her so."
Wow, fourteen-year-olds sure know a lot about.........lots of stuff. That's right, fourteen, I asked my younger sister for love advice.
~Kid Blink's PoV~
I told Mush's family that he went out for a run, which isn't untrue because he left at a pretty quick pace. That was two hours ago.
"Are you sure Scott is still on a run? He left a while ago." His mom looked up from her novel when I came downstairs.
"He's.........uh.........really trying to get in shape?" I left quickly before she doubted me due to my scepticism. In the kitchen Mush's dad was doing a crossword puzzle and eating a bagel.
"Oh, hello Nathaniel. What's a nine letter word for 'dried, scented flowers'?"
"Uh.........." I don't think he's noticed Mush is missing, "potpourri?" I opened the fridge and got out a can of Root Beer.
He scribbled the work in its space and looked at me, "where's Scott gotten to?" I guess he has noticed.
"He's gone for a—"I was cut off by someone slamming the front door. In the foyer stood a soaking wet Mush.
"Scott," we heard his mother exclaim from the family room, "Why are you so wet? You're getting water all over the tile! Thomas!" she called Mush's brother, "get Scott a towel! He needs to dry off, he's going to catch a cold!"
Mush didn't appear to have heard her and—without removing his shoes—went upstairs to his room. I drained my Root Beer and followed him.
I got to his room and cracked open the door. He was sprawled on his bed. The area on his pillow around his head was turning wet from his hair. His clothes clung to his body and he was breathing heavily. I watched his chest raise and fall. I never noticed how broad Mush's shoulders were before. Or how muscular his stomach was. I just..........but I didn't. His eyes were closed and I knew that he wanted to be left alone, but I knocked anyways.
"Mush? Mush, are you OK?" He opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.
"Blink, we're going to pretend like it never happened. It never happened. You don't remember it, Lord knows that I don't remember it, so no one knows."
I blinked, "that I kissed you? Why?"
"God, Blink, I'm straight. I don't want to stop being friends, and I hope you got that whole 'experimental' thing out of your system, so it never happened. Just rewind to before it happened."
I looked at him, "no Mush. No, I don't want to 'pretend like it never happened' because it did and I liked it."
He gave me the a look that can be closest described as 'murderous' and let out an aggravated cry, "what the fuck am I supposed to say Blink? I didn't like it, I don't want to like it, and I don't want to remember it! Why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn? Do you like causing problems? Do you like making me so frustrated that I can't even thing straight?"
I smirked, "if I could do that there wouldn't be any problem."
Before I let it sink in I left. This time it was my turn to run.
A/n: oh no! I'm turning into Shakespeare! Oh, with the puns and the play on words! Except that mine aren't as witty. -_- Nonetheless, I want REVIEWS! So review! Please!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Almatari_of_Arda- the whipped cream thing isn't so original. It's been done...
Flux, the newsie swing kid- HEY! You *points at you* stole ME! *pokes self in the eye* OUCH! That hurt! Do you mean 'camp' as in CAMP? Like the movie? With Michael, Ellen and *shiver* Vlad?
Strawberri Shake- I'm not sure how much more of the 'star-crossed lovers' thing you'll see, it was just a thing to say.
(Still Sunday)
~Dutchy's PoV~
What does it mean when your best friend tells you he loves you? Did he mean it like, 'thanks for being there for me man, I love you,' or did he mean it like, 'you're so hot, I want to screw you, I love you'? Did he say it as a joke? Then again, why would he have driven away so fast? Maybe he was feeling vulnerable.
The weirdest thing about this is that I don't care that he said he loved me. I don't care how he loves me because that's probably how I love him back.
I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Should I call him and tell him that I love him? Should I ignore it and pretend like it never happened? Should I ask him what he meant?
My head is full of questions that I don't even know how to ask. So I do the next best thing, I ask my sister.
"Jean, what do you say when someone tells you they love you?" we have very Dutch names. Mine is 'John' but in Dutch it's pronounced 'Yo', it's confusing so people just call me plain 'Dutchy'. Because of my last name.
"Who loves you John?" she reluctantly lowered her magazine to talk to me.
"No one.........well someone.........a friend.........but they were just a friend but now I think I love them too. What am I supposed to do? Do I call them? Should I tell them I love them back?"
"Tell your friend whatever you want. I don't think it's doing you much good worrying about it. Go out and ask her—I assume it's a 'her'—," awkward moment, "—what she meant by saying she loves you. If you return the feeling than tell her so."
Wow, fourteen-year-olds sure know a lot about.........lots of stuff. That's right, fourteen, I asked my younger sister for love advice.
~Kid Blink's PoV~
I told Mush's family that he went out for a run, which isn't untrue because he left at a pretty quick pace. That was two hours ago.
"Are you sure Scott is still on a run? He left a while ago." His mom looked up from her novel when I came downstairs.
"He's.........uh.........really trying to get in shape?" I left quickly before she doubted me due to my scepticism. In the kitchen Mush's dad was doing a crossword puzzle and eating a bagel.
"Oh, hello Nathaniel. What's a nine letter word for 'dried, scented flowers'?"
"Uh.........." I don't think he's noticed Mush is missing, "potpourri?" I opened the fridge and got out a can of Root Beer.
He scribbled the work in its space and looked at me, "where's Scott gotten to?" I guess he has noticed.
"He's gone for a—"I was cut off by someone slamming the front door. In the foyer stood a soaking wet Mush.
"Scott," we heard his mother exclaim from the family room, "Why are you so wet? You're getting water all over the tile! Thomas!" she called Mush's brother, "get Scott a towel! He needs to dry off, he's going to catch a cold!"
Mush didn't appear to have heard her and—without removing his shoes—went upstairs to his room. I drained my Root Beer and followed him.
I got to his room and cracked open the door. He was sprawled on his bed. The area on his pillow around his head was turning wet from his hair. His clothes clung to his body and he was breathing heavily. I watched his chest raise and fall. I never noticed how broad Mush's shoulders were before. Or how muscular his stomach was. I just..........but I didn't. His eyes were closed and I knew that he wanted to be left alone, but I knocked anyways.
"Mush? Mush, are you OK?" He opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.
"Blink, we're going to pretend like it never happened. It never happened. You don't remember it, Lord knows that I don't remember it, so no one knows."
I blinked, "that I kissed you? Why?"
"God, Blink, I'm straight. I don't want to stop being friends, and I hope you got that whole 'experimental' thing out of your system, so it never happened. Just rewind to before it happened."
I looked at him, "no Mush. No, I don't want to 'pretend like it never happened' because it did and I liked it."
He gave me the a look that can be closest described as 'murderous' and let out an aggravated cry, "what the fuck am I supposed to say Blink? I didn't like it, I don't want to like it, and I don't want to remember it! Why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn? Do you like causing problems? Do you like making me so frustrated that I can't even thing straight?"
I smirked, "if I could do that there wouldn't be any problem."
Before I let it sink in I left. This time it was my turn to run.
A/n: oh no! I'm turning into Shakespeare! Oh, with the puns and the play on words! Except that mine aren't as witty. -_- Nonetheless, I want REVIEWS! So review! Please!