"Jack! Jack!" Bean ran towards her friend at full speed.
Jack looked at Bean curiously. "Woah, what's wrong lil' sis?"
Bean put her hand on Jack's arm and looked at him seriously. "I need to talk to you about Mooch. Now."
"What about me?" Mooch, who had walked up right behind Bean, asked.
Bean grinned nervously. "Um, I was just about tah tell him how, uh, sweet, and uh, kind you were."
Mooch looked at Bean with interest, then turned to Jack. "We better head to Medda's before we're late for the show."
"Right," Jack nodded.
Bean watched sadly as Jack and Mooch walked away, arm in arm.
~~~
Race shuffled his feet as he walked down the crowded street, occasionally bumping into people. He was usually fairly alert, but that day, he was too deep in thought to notice much of anything.
He couldn't believe the nerve of Bean. To skip a date just so she could work. It's not like typesetting is all that exciting. Okay, she did ask for it off, but why couldn't she just skip? He was her boyfriend, after all. Shouldn't he be the most important thing in her life? But of course, he had skipped a few dates just to hang out with his two best friends, Blink and Mush, so he didn't have much room to talk.
And then there was what she said. That he wasn't making anything of himself. That was just downright rude. He couldn't believe that she would actually say something like that to him. Was it true, though? What was he doing with his life? Selling papers. Sure it was a decent living then, but what was he going to do when he was thirty? Who ever heard of a thirty year old newsie. Would he spend his life at the tracks? He sure didn't want to end up like his father, in jail for crooked betting. Maybe Bean had a point. But still.
"Race!"
Race looked up. Kid Blink was coming towards him, and boy, did he look mad. "What?" Race asked, immediately regretting the question.
"What's up wit you an' Bean?"
Race sighed. "Do ya really wanna know?"
Kid Blink nodded.
Race rolled his eyes and started to explain, as the two friends strolled down the street.
~~~
**later that night**
Jack and Mooch stumbled into the lodging house, after spending hours out on the town.
"What time is it?" Mooch asked groggily, pushing her silky black hair out of her face.
Jack pulled out his pocket watch. "Oh, about one-thoity."
Mooch frowned. "I'm going to have to walk all the way across town in the middle of the night."
"Want me tah escort ya?"
"Why don't I just sleep in Bean's bunk for tonight? I'd hate for you to be out so late when you have to sell papers in the morning."
"Good idea, Mooch."
Mooch grinned cunningly.
~~~
**3:30 AM**
Kira slowly slipped out of her bunk and quietly tip-toed to the washroom, checking to make sure no one was awake. As she looked around, she instantly recognized Jack's cup. It was the blue one with a paper reading "Property of Jack Kelly, so paws off!" attached to it.
She lifted his razor out and crept back into the bunkroom, still checking for any insomniacs lurking about. She reached Jack's bunk with ease. She positioned the razor to his throat as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She paused for a moment, working up the courage to go through with what she knew she had to do. Finally, squinting her eyes, she touched his throat with the razor.
~~~
Cliffie! Don't worry, I'll update ASAP. And I promise, by the time this story is over, you'll be happy with the results. I s-w-e-a-r!!
Jack looked at Bean curiously. "Woah, what's wrong lil' sis?"
Bean put her hand on Jack's arm and looked at him seriously. "I need to talk to you about Mooch. Now."
"What about me?" Mooch, who had walked up right behind Bean, asked.
Bean grinned nervously. "Um, I was just about tah tell him how, uh, sweet, and uh, kind you were."
Mooch looked at Bean with interest, then turned to Jack. "We better head to Medda's before we're late for the show."
"Right," Jack nodded.
Bean watched sadly as Jack and Mooch walked away, arm in arm.
~~~
Race shuffled his feet as he walked down the crowded street, occasionally bumping into people. He was usually fairly alert, but that day, he was too deep in thought to notice much of anything.
He couldn't believe the nerve of Bean. To skip a date just so she could work. It's not like typesetting is all that exciting. Okay, she did ask for it off, but why couldn't she just skip? He was her boyfriend, after all. Shouldn't he be the most important thing in her life? But of course, he had skipped a few dates just to hang out with his two best friends, Blink and Mush, so he didn't have much room to talk.
And then there was what she said. That he wasn't making anything of himself. That was just downright rude. He couldn't believe that she would actually say something like that to him. Was it true, though? What was he doing with his life? Selling papers. Sure it was a decent living then, but what was he going to do when he was thirty? Who ever heard of a thirty year old newsie. Would he spend his life at the tracks? He sure didn't want to end up like his father, in jail for crooked betting. Maybe Bean had a point. But still.
"Race!"
Race looked up. Kid Blink was coming towards him, and boy, did he look mad. "What?" Race asked, immediately regretting the question.
"What's up wit you an' Bean?"
Race sighed. "Do ya really wanna know?"
Kid Blink nodded.
Race rolled his eyes and started to explain, as the two friends strolled down the street.
~~~
**later that night**
Jack and Mooch stumbled into the lodging house, after spending hours out on the town.
"What time is it?" Mooch asked groggily, pushing her silky black hair out of her face.
Jack pulled out his pocket watch. "Oh, about one-thoity."
Mooch frowned. "I'm going to have to walk all the way across town in the middle of the night."
"Want me tah escort ya?"
"Why don't I just sleep in Bean's bunk for tonight? I'd hate for you to be out so late when you have to sell papers in the morning."
"Good idea, Mooch."
Mooch grinned cunningly.
~~~
**3:30 AM**
Kira slowly slipped out of her bunk and quietly tip-toed to the washroom, checking to make sure no one was awake. As she looked around, she instantly recognized Jack's cup. It was the blue one with a paper reading "Property of Jack Kelly, so paws off!" attached to it.
She lifted his razor out and crept back into the bunkroom, still checking for any insomniacs lurking about. She reached Jack's bunk with ease. She positioned the razor to his throat as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She paused for a moment, working up the courage to go through with what she knew she had to do. Finally, squinting her eyes, she touched his throat with the razor.
~~~
Cliffie! Don't worry, I'll update ASAP. And I promise, by the time this story is over, you'll be happy with the results. I s-w-e-a-r!!