Disclaimer: Well, I tried to buy the rights to Newsies yesterday, but they said that $1.50 wasn't enough, so Disney still owns Newsies. I don't own Camp Redwing either… I didn't call them and try to buy it… maybe later today. Oh, and all the people are real. Oh, and I don't own Tony the Tiger, Kellogg does, and I have no intention to buy it. Golden Grahams kick!!
Chapter 4: Blink's Big Mistake
Monday Morning, Take Two
The first activity for Trail's End that morning was Archery with Tony. Tony had never liked the stories about the Newsies, and he like the support that the other staff members gave them even less. Nobody was allowed to sing any of the Newsies songs on his field. They almost annoyed him as much as the Tony the Tiger Song. The boys were oblivious to Tony's distaste though, and Skittery, Kid Blink, Snipeshooter and Itey participated as whole-heartedly as the campers. Seeing the boys make such a big deal over shooting a couple of pieces of wood into wrapped up bales of hay made the girls and the counselors laugh.
"WHOOT!" Kid Blink yelled, as Snipeshooter released his last arrow. "Yeah Snipey! Poirfect bulls-eye!" Snipeshooter nodded his head and did a spectacular toe touch, much to the appreciation of Kristan. Then again, Kristan appreciated anything with a dick that showed off in front of her.
Kid Blink stepped up with the next line to shoot. He carefully notched the arrow and aimed at the target. Slowly, he turned around so that it was aimed at Skittery's hat. Tony was helping another camper, and the rest of the staff was chatting near a tree. Kid Blink soon drew everyone's attention though.
"Hey Skitts!" He shouted across the field. "Wa'dja tink Racey'd bet ta see dis?" The staff looked up sharply. Skittery had no intention of moving… apparently he thought that Blink could make the shot. Sky made some strange noise and put her hands to her mouth. Somehow, Tony had not noticed the whole thing. Actually, it seemed that he was trying his hardest to ignore the Newsies. Blink's smile widened, showing his toothpaste-commercial smile. Nobody moved from their seats. Gryffin's mouth was so dry that she couldn't speak. Realizing that nobody else planned to do anything, Gryffin stood up. Her whole world seemed to start moving in slow motion.
Kid Blink started to pull back the arrow with his slender fingers. God… even his fingers were nice to look at. I wonder about his other… DAMN IT! What am I talking about!?! Gryffin's heart raced. She took off running toward Blink. He would let go any second, and Skittery could be dead. If he let go before she could get to him before he released it… If she couldn't, then it would definitely mean all of their jobs…
Just as Blink's fingers started to slip, Gryffin leapt from the ground a few feet away. One hand grasped at the arrow as the other wrapped itself around Kid's shoulder. The bow and the arrow were trapped between them as Blink and Gryff hit the ground.
Out of breath, Gryffin looked up at his face from her position on top of his chest. For the first time, she realized that Kid Blink had a very pretty eye color. She would have said that he had beautiful eyes, except for the fact that she could only see on of them, and thought it would come out a bit awkward if she told him that he had a very beautiful eye.
Gryffin suddenly remembered that she was lying on top of a boy in the middle of the archery field while twenty or so little girls stared on in astonishment. She sat up, but she stayed on top of Blink's chest so that he couldn't move while she yelled at him.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she asked in a deadly whisper. Her voice got steadily louder as she went on. "You could have killed him if your shot was off by a fraction of an inch. I never have seen such a display of blatant stupidity!" Gryffin stopped to take a breath. Blink took the opportunity to speak, because he didn't think that he'd get another chance any time soon.
"It wouldn't hurt, even if I did miss. Dese arras don' even 'ave tips."
"It doesn't matter. If I could throw this blade of grass with enough force, I could easily kill a man. What makes a blunt arrow any different? When you release the bow-string, that arrow is moving fast enough to go all the way through you. I don't want to have to go to the hospital with Skittery because of your stupidity."
"Gryffin stood up and walked away from Kid Blink, leaving him lying on the ground by himself.
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Later that day, the Newsies got together at the amphitheatre to practice for the night's performance. Racetrack sat with Spot's head in his lap. Jack, Davey, Mush and Kid Blink lay strewn over the stairs beneath them. Skittery, Snitch and Crutchy soon joined them.
"So, how's ya day, Mush?" Jack asked in the way of making conversation.
"'S aright. Dere's too many liddle goirls an' not 'nuff older ones dough." The boys muttered in agreement. Skittery had some goofy smile on his face.
"Blinky-boy's got hisself an older goirl," he said, smirking. Catcalls and whoops came from the rest of the Newsies.
"Ahh, shad-up," Blink said, adjusting his hat. "I ain't got nuddin' a da sort. Alls I gots me is a control freak who don' knows 'ow ta 'ave any fun, if dat's whatcha're talkin' 'bout."
"Yeah, sure," Skittery replied. He didn't sound very convinced. In fact, he sounded down right sarcastic. "And you objected oh so much when dat goirl mounted ya in da archery field."
"She only did dat sos you wouldn' die or 'ave an arra stickin' in ya arm for da resta ya life. If dat excuse for a goirl is capable a likin' anyone, I bets its yous."
"Skittery's right," Crutchy broke in. He never could help himself from joining into any conversation that he overheard, even if it was absolutely none of his business. "No goirl woulda' been laying on top a yas if she didn' like yas. Dat's jus' 'ow tings woirk."
"Since when da you knows anytin 'bout goirls?" Blink asked. "Can't cha all jus' stay outta me business? So, whad it be to yous even if I did get me a goirl? Da any a you 'ave a problem wid dat?"
"Awe, you know we'd be happy fer yas, Blink, though I don't know whad ya'd want one for." Race said. Spot looked up at him with a smile in his eyes. The other Newsies turned their heads away as Race started to stroke Spot's hair. Even though they had come to accept the fact that Spot and Racetrack preferred each other to any pack of girls, they still didn't like it.
Kid Blink sighed and purposely smacked the back of his head against the wall of the amp. He pulled his hat down over his eye and pretended to be trying to go to sleep. Jack shook his head.
"Anyways, do anyone else gots anytin ta say?"
End Four
A/N: Well? I enjoyed writing this part… I hope ya enjoyed reading it! Read, Review, and have a good day!
Shoutouts!
Artemis: Well… Christine the Weasel gets Mush, even though they're not living together. I suck at being subtle, it gets me all confused. I know your sisters aren't coming to camp, and that's why I took Race away from Eeyore. (no further comments on that now) I miss camp too, and this shows it. I have to draw a map of my hometown or somewhere I know very well for my geography class, and I'm drawing Redwing because I don't remember much about Glassport anymore. That, and there's nothing interesting there. Oh, and yes, I had to mention Vash, and just telling you now, it's all Willow's fault. And incase you didn't know, this is only the first of a few Newsies meet Redwing stories. The next will probably be Artemis's story, though it may be Nike's or Kristan's. All of them are going to be fairly interesting. Aren't you special, Arty? You're the only one with a shout out!