(It's sunday already? Wow the weekend goes by quick. Thanks for the reviews they're awesome:) anyway here's the next chapter)
Kit was walking along side Messenger who hasn't stopped smiling since she walked out from behind Spot's throne of boxes. She thought it was a stupid idea to hide behind the throne until Spot signaled her to come out, but he made her and the look on Messenger's face was worth it.
"Whaddaya doin' in Brooklyn?" Messenger asked.
"Jus' thought it was a good time ta visit." Kit answered.
"You'se looks a lot dif'rent." He said smiling at her.
"Yeah, they 'ave been tellin' me dat all aftahnoon." Kit said.
"Ya look good." He said and then immediately looked away. She could tell he didn't mean to say that out loud. She blushed.
"T'anks." She said. There was an awkward silence.
"So, um, everythin' healed up good?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm poirfectly fine." Kit said.
He led her around Brooklyn pointing out important landmarks and selling spots. It seemed that every place had a story that Messenger could tell. It was nice for her to hear all the adventures he had with his friends. One time he was trying to sell a paper when a dog started chasing after him. He said he had to climb a tree and the dog still tried to get him. Ping Pong and Hot Head had to coax the dog with a piece of meat. He said he owed them 50 cents for that meat, and he still does. She laughed at that and decided to find out more about Messenger.
"So, if ya don't mind me askin', why did you'se become a newsie?" she asked. They were walking along the East River.
"Oh ya know, da usual me family needs da money an' all dat." He said vaguely.
"Oh ok. Do all o' ya brothers an' sisters work?"
"Yeah, all of em' do. Most of 'em work in da factories. Me sistah almost got her hand cut off." He said and he seemed a little distant. She didn't want to push that subject any further and asked him other questions.
"How come Spot sends you'se ta delivah messenges?" She asked.
"Well da foirst time I jus' 'appened ta be 'round, I had ta send a message ta Queens reguardin' deir bordahs an' stuff. Then he jus' started pickin' me to deliver messages an' da rest is history." Messenger said.
They continued to talk about the various messages he had to deliver and the adventures he had in order to deliver then. It once took him a week to deliver a very important message, one that is confidential and no matter how much Kit begged, he wouldn't tell her any more than that his mom almost hung him when he went back home without even a note saying why he was gone.
He also pointed out other landmarks and interesting places while they passed by it. Like the best place in Prospect Park to see the sun set, or the best place to get a hot dog. She didn't even know that hot dogs existed in this time.
After a little while, Kit's stomach growled. It wasn't until then that she realized she skipped lunch. Messenger smiled and said it was time to eat and he took her to a deli that reminded her of Tibby's. She remembered when she first saw Blink at Tibby's and she immediately shook out that memory. They sat at a booth. Kit scanned the menu and saw that it was a decent priced place. She ordered a turkey sandwich and he ordered a roast beef sandwich.
"Do ya come 'ere often?" Kit asked.
"Not really, I usually take me meals wid me family. Ev'ry once in a while I come 'ere wid da oddahs." He said.
Kit instantly felt guilty for making him miss a meal with his family. He realized this and said:
"But don'cha worry, widout me dere there'll be more food for me brodahs and sistahs."
She still felt guilty, thinking about how some families rely on their children so much for their income.
"So how's 'hattan, did ya make some friends?" he asked trying to change the subject.
She told him about Cowboy and the other newsies she has become pretty friendly with, like Racetrack, Mush, and Crutchy. She told her about some of the girl newsies and how Jack won't let her stay with them. She purposely left out Kid Blink completely.
Their food came and they ate. Her sandwich was pretty good. They continued talking while eating. Luckily, Messenger wasn't like Cowboy who talked with his mouth full of food. He offered to pay for the food, but Kit would not allow it.
"C'mon, what kind o' gentleman would I'se be if I let ya pay fah dinnah?" He said.
They bickered and finally settled to each pay half. Kit secretly paid the tip. They then left the establishment. It was already dark outside.
"Well, I guess it's time fah me to get goin'. T'anks for da tour." Kit said and was about to walk away.
"Oh no no no. Don't think dat I'd let ya walk 'ome at night by you'seself." Messenger said.
"You'se don't 'ave ta." She began, but Messenger wouldn't hear of it.
So he accompanied her on the walk back to Manhattan. They didn't talk much, they mostly looked up at the stars. It reminded Kit of her date with Blink and a single tear fell down her cheek. She wiped it away and composed herself before anymore could escape her eyes.
They walked in a comfortable silence until they reached the Manhattan Newsies Lodging House. They stopped in front of the door.
"Thank you'se fah da tour an' walkin' me home." Kit said.
"No problem. It was mah pleasah." Messenger said. "Don't take too long ta come back ta Brooklyn, ya hear. You'se always welcome." Kit smiled.
"I'll visit soon, I promise." She said.
"Pinky prahmise?" he said holding out his pinky.
"Pinky promise." She said hooking her pinky onto his. She then hugged him and said goodbye. Kit took a deep breath, preparing herself to walk into the lodging house.
Kid Blink was hanging out on the roof. He was worried sick that Kit was missing, again. Cowboy told him that Stripes, Bow, and Bell said she'll be back soon. Blink tried looking for Kit and the three girl newsies, but he couldn't find them anywhere.
He leaned on the ledge of the roof and looked down. He saw Kit and was relieved, but then he saw that she was with some guy. He couldn't see whom the guy was from the aerial view combined with the fact that he was wearing a newsies hat.
He watched them and saw them hug. His blood began to boil.