That night David walked Margaret home after dinner.
"Tell your mother thank you for me," Margaret said as they walked, lazily swinging their entwined hands between them.
"Will do," David said smiling, "though, she really doesn't need your thanks, I'm pretty sure she loves you." Margaret smiled, they stopped just outside the lodging house she knew she'd have to eventually but Margaret didn't want to go inside just yet. David gently cupped her cheek and just smiled like a fool.
"What?" Margaret asked amused,
"Nothing," David smiled, "I'm just trying to figure out what I did to deserve you." David said, running his thumbs over her cheekbones. "It must've been something amazing, for me to be rewarded with such an amazing person to love." David said,
"Hm, you're pretty great yourself Mr. Jacobs." David chuckled as Margaret snuggled closer. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you! Denton says that if you ever want to get into journalism he'd be happy to help. I think you made a good impression on him."
"I better, I am dating his daughter," David said, Margaret smiled a little.
"I'm going to miss him," she said softly
"I know." David murmured as Margaret fished the business card Denton had given her out of her pocket.
"I'm going to The Sun after work tomorrow, with any luck I'll be a published author."
"I think that's a wonderful idea," David said hugging her waist. He then said slyly, "you know... I never did get to read your work."
"And you're not going to," Margaret said firmly,
"Why not?" David demanded as Margaret walked out of his arms.
"It's not ready for public consumption yet," Margaret shrugged; David scoffed,
"So your writing is ready to be seen by publishers, but not by someone who loves you?" David asked crossing his arms,
"Precisely, I knew you'd understand!" Margaret said cheekily. David rolled his eyes and grabbed her around the waist so she couldn't get away.
"May I please see your writing?" David pleaded giving Margaret his best puppy-dog face. Margaret laughed,
"Very cute, David, but puppy-dog faces don't work on me." David groaned in frustration, Margaret tried to get out of David's arms but his grip tightened.
"I'm not done with you yet." David said before kissing her hungrily, Margaret was surprised at first but soon melted in David's arms. She was just getting into it when David pulled away,
"Do you want to come up?" Margaret panted, desperate for David to kiss her again.
"Nah, it's late I should get home," David said Margaret stifled a whimper. "Good night," David whispered kissing her goodbye, before vanishing back down the street. With a frustrated groan Margaret reluctantly went inside, slowly, Margaret headed upstairs. The bunk room was boisterous with raucous laughter, but the room fell as silent as a tomb when she entered, Margaret smiled nervously,
"Hi, boys." She murmured quietly, no one met her eye Margaret spotted Jack sitting on his bunk and took a blind leap of faith.
"Jack, I saw Harlem today!" Margaret said brightly Jack ignored her as if she hadn't said a word, "her sister had her baby." Margaret continued, "it's a little girl, Harlem said their naming her Josie."
The silence drug on, painfully still, "didn't you and Sissy have a thing back in the day?" No one answered, out of frustration Margaret grabbed her pillow and threw it at Jack, it hit Jack square in the face that finally got a reaction. Jack's head snapped up and glared at Margaret before grabbing the
pillow and jumping down from the bunk. Without a word he swung the pillow at Margaret striking her in the face. Margaret grabbed a pillow from an empty bunk and struck back, but Jack ducked and the pillow hit Racetrack instead. Soon a giant pillow fight broke out, every newsie ganging up on each other. Jack and Crutchy were pummeling Margaret who was laughing so hard she couldn't defend herself. Try as she might, "stop! Stop! I give! I give!" Margaret laughed the assault ceased and Jack pulled Margaret to her feet.
"Best apology ever!" Crutchy cried, throwing an arm around Margaret's shoulders.
"So am I forgiven?" Margaret asked hopefully,
"Yeah, you'se forgiven, Margaret Rose." Jack smiled a large grin split Margaret's face,
"'Ave ya apologized tah Davey yet?" Crutchy asked,
"Don't you worry, Crutchy. Everything is taken care of!" Margaret grinned. Jack shook his head and said in a loud commanding voice.
"All right, you guys. Margaret Rose is home now, time for bed!" Margaret turned to Jack surprised.
"You were waiting up for me?" She asked confused,
"'Coarse," Jack said as he climbed back into his bed.
sorry it's short I have a lot to do today and wanted to get this up quick. Please review!