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:
Sloane Miette- I don't think fun, flamboyant Spitzer is an option. You have to go to google and search CAMP. One of the thingies will say 'the official CAMP website'. That's it. I love Spitzer!!!
(Still Friday)
Racetrack's PoV
"Pass the cantaloupe," asked Michael, purely to sound polite because just seconds later he lunged lazily across the table and picked up the bowl.
"Isn't this lovely?" My dad was a little too cheerful. "A nice family brunch? I'm so happy I could get away from work. We don't spend enough time together." My dad shouldn't smile; it makes him look like he's barring his teeth.
But seriously, who was he kidding? He was just trying to fool himself into believing that our family never fell apart. Everything in his life has to be a success. I hate Michael even more for giving my family this false hope. Before, I may not have had much of a father, but at least my mom and I had a steady rhythm. At least we actually knew that my father wouldn't be home at night.
My mother smiled happily as she surveyed the table." Yes, we don't. This is a very nice brunch, we should do this more often."
There was a slight clinking in the background of the sunny dining room. We were surrounded by dozens of tables filled with wealthy retirees, smart business people, and men and their mistresses. My dad was wearing his suit pants and a sport jacket, my mom wore a floral Marilyn Monroe-esque dress, Michael was wearing khakis and his infamous untucked golf t-shirt, and I was wearing almost the same thing as my rider getup, minus the jacket, but keeping the earrings. We looked like a cereal commercial family. Or even better, a cereal box family.
Michael had finished emptying the bowl of cantaloupes onto his plate. He slurped as he lifted them to his mouth. People in the tables next to us were staring in disgust.
"Shut up," I hissed, "be a little less rude, could you?"
My mom pretended like she hadn't heard me because I knew she wanted to say the same thing. My dad just glared.
Michael looked up at me and grinned evilly. "How're riding lessons going Anthony?"
I didn't answer and my father cleared his throat deliberately. "I think it's about time to go now," he signalled for the bill, "you go to the car. I'll meet you outside."
My mom stood up and put on her sweater, my brother followed her lead, and I slumped after them. We got into the elevator and Michael pressed P1. It stopped and Michael and my mom got out silently. I pressed the 'close door' button after them. I couldn't take this anymore; my entire family was lying so badly that they were starting to believe it themselves.
Kid Blink's PoV
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Mush looked uncomfortable. The door swung shut softly behind me.
"I—I came to—to find you," he stammered, "I needed to know where you were! I was worried! I have to talk to you. Please Blink, I have to talk to you about—"
"We-ell," Swifty coughed loudly, "I think we should go down to the bar and help Jonathan with the.........uh.........let's go Boots."
Boots and Swifty left quickly and I sat down at the kitchen table.
"I'm not going back to your house Mush." I cleared Boots' books to the side of the table.
"I just want to—"
"Don't worry about me. My parents know where I am. I'll be at school starting next week. And I think you're right, we should act like it never happened. Like nothing ever happened. Like we never knew each other. I can't live so dishonestly, I can't pretend that something I don't want to forget never happened." There! I said it. I've been wrestling with how I really felt and I still didn't know until just then. I just felt like yelling something, anything. And that was the first thing that came to my mind.
"Blink—"
"Mush, go away."
"Please, Blink—"
"Now. Don't even act like.........like anything! Just go! Leave!"
"Blink, I—"
He stood up and I ignored him.
"I'll just leave then," he said quietly. I got up to shut the door behind him.
He smiled sadly. "You want to forget like this never happened?"
This time he was the one who kissed me.
A/n: this was really two chapters but I combined them so you'd all have more to read! So, to sum it up, Racetrack ran away and Mush kissed Blink. R&R!
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:
Sloane Miette- I don't think fun, flamboyant Spitzer is an option. You have to go to google and search CAMP. One of the thingies will say 'the official CAMP website'. That's it. I love Spitzer!!!
(Still Friday)
Racetrack's PoV
"Pass the cantaloupe," asked Michael, purely to sound polite because just seconds later he lunged lazily across the table and picked up the bowl.
"Isn't this lovely?" My dad was a little too cheerful. "A nice family brunch? I'm so happy I could get away from work. We don't spend enough time together." My dad shouldn't smile; it makes him look like he's barring his teeth.
But seriously, who was he kidding? He was just trying to fool himself into believing that our family never fell apart. Everything in his life has to be a success. I hate Michael even more for giving my family this false hope. Before, I may not have had much of a father, but at least my mom and I had a steady rhythm. At least we actually knew that my father wouldn't be home at night.
My mother smiled happily as she surveyed the table." Yes, we don't. This is a very nice brunch, we should do this more often."
There was a slight clinking in the background of the sunny dining room. We were surrounded by dozens of tables filled with wealthy retirees, smart business people, and men and their mistresses. My dad was wearing his suit pants and a sport jacket, my mom wore a floral Marilyn Monroe-esque dress, Michael was wearing khakis and his infamous untucked golf t-shirt, and I was wearing almost the same thing as my rider getup, minus the jacket, but keeping the earrings. We looked like a cereal commercial family. Or even better, a cereal box family.
Michael had finished emptying the bowl of cantaloupes onto his plate. He slurped as he lifted them to his mouth. People in the tables next to us were staring in disgust.
"Shut up," I hissed, "be a little less rude, could you?"
My mom pretended like she hadn't heard me because I knew she wanted to say the same thing. My dad just glared.
Michael looked up at me and grinned evilly. "How're riding lessons going Anthony?"
I didn't answer and my father cleared his throat deliberately. "I think it's about time to go now," he signalled for the bill, "you go to the car. I'll meet you outside."
My mom stood up and put on her sweater, my brother followed her lead, and I slumped after them. We got into the elevator and Michael pressed P1. It stopped and Michael and my mom got out silently. I pressed the 'close door' button after them. I couldn't take this anymore; my entire family was lying so badly that they were starting to believe it themselves.
Kid Blink's PoV
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Mush looked uncomfortable. The door swung shut softly behind me.
"I—I came to—to find you," he stammered, "I needed to know where you were! I was worried! I have to talk to you. Please Blink, I have to talk to you about—"
"We-ell," Swifty coughed loudly, "I think we should go down to the bar and help Jonathan with the.........uh.........let's go Boots."
Boots and Swifty left quickly and I sat down at the kitchen table.
"I'm not going back to your house Mush." I cleared Boots' books to the side of the table.
"I just want to—"
"Don't worry about me. My parents know where I am. I'll be at school starting next week. And I think you're right, we should act like it never happened. Like nothing ever happened. Like we never knew each other. I can't live so dishonestly, I can't pretend that something I don't want to forget never happened." There! I said it. I've been wrestling with how I really felt and I still didn't know until just then. I just felt like yelling something, anything. And that was the first thing that came to my mind.
"Blink—"
"Mush, go away."
"Please, Blink—"
"Now. Don't even act like.........like anything! Just go! Leave!"
"Blink, I—"
He stood up and I ignored him.
"I'll just leave then," he said quietly. I got up to shut the door behind him.
He smiled sadly. "You want to forget like this never happened?"
This time he was the one who kissed me.
A/n: this was really two chapters but I combined them so you'd all have more to read! So, to sum it up, Racetrack ran away and Mush kissed Blink. R&R!