A bead of sweat dripped down Kira's forehead as she pressed the blade to
Jack's neck. Just as she was about to make the last, lethal cut, Jack
stirred. He mumbled something about Kloppman and selling papers and turned
over, facing away from Kira. That was it. She couldn't do it. Kira
bolted out of the bunkroom, throwing Jack's razor on the floor. Who cared
if she woke anyone up now? All she wanted to do was get out of there.
~~~
**8:00 AM**
"Jack!" Bean called after her friend who was walking the opposite way.
Jack turned around and headed towards Bean. "Hey, B," he greeted her. "Now, what is it that ya wanted tah talk tah me about yestahday."
Bean quickly glanced around to make sure Mooch wasn't lurking somewhere. "Okay, Jack, well, yestahday, on me way back from woik, I walked past dis alley. An' I saw dis goil dat looked like Mooch duckin' intah dis door. Well, I decided tah follow 'er an see what was up. Soz I sneak in dis door, an' dere's dis place, like an office er somethin, an by dis time I knew it was Mooch. So Mooch is dere talkin' tah dis guy, Dahmitri, I t'ink she called 'im. An' he calls 'er Kira. An' she tells 'im all about her plan tah split up you an Spot, so dat dey can open up da sweatshops witout anuddah strike. Dat's da only reason she's datin' ya, Jack. She wants you an' Spot tah split up." Bean took a deep breath.
Jack didn't say anything for a full minute. "Well, Bean, I guess I see where we stand," Jack looked at the ground, then back up at Bean. "I dunno why you'd make somethin' like dis up. I guess you ain't as good of a friend as I thot ya were. Look, I love Mooch, an' she loves me. Fer real. An' there ain't nothin' you can do about it. So if you were a good friend, you'd stop dis nonsense an' suppoaht me."
Bean sighed. She should have expected this reaction. "I guess you're right Jack." she said as she stared a hole in the ground.
~~~
Mooch smoothed down her silky skirt as she crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. As she walked along the docks, a few of the Brooklyn newsies tried to hit on her.
"Goin' somewhere, Moochy-baby?" a tall one with black curly hair and an arrogant smile asked her.
"Where ya been all me life, kid?" another one asked.
Mooch just ignored them as she continued on her quest for Spot.
When she finally found him, she called out a friendly greeting. "Aye, Spot! How's life treating you?"
Spot glared at her. "Horrible, thanks tah you an' Jack."
Mooch looked regretful. "I know. I am so sorry about that whole thing. I feel awful about ruining your friendship with Jack. How are the newsies of New York going to survive when the partnership between their leaders is broken?"
Spot shook his head. "Ya got it all wrong, Mooch. Yeah, me an' Jack are fightin, but when push comes tah shove, we're dere fer eachuddah. If da newsies need us, we can woik tahgeddah."
Mooch's brain spun into overtime. Her plan hadn't worked. Ah, but wait, she had an idea. "Look, Spot, there's something I need to tell you."
"What?"
Mooch moved closer and put her hand on Spot's forearm. One of her fingers stroked the silky golden hairs that covered his tan skin. "I'm leaving Jack."
Spot was taken aback. "What!? Whaddya mean!?"
"I realized that I love someone else."
"Who?" Spot asked curiously.
"You." Mooch said. Before Spot could respond, Mooch leaned in and planted her lips on his.
Spot stiffened from the utter shock of the situation. After a brief moment, he relaxed, deepening the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Mooch's slim waist and pulled her closer to him. Spot was in ecstasy. He had wanted this so much, for so long. It was perfect.
~~~
**8:00 AM**
"Jack!" Bean called after her friend who was walking the opposite way.
Jack turned around and headed towards Bean. "Hey, B," he greeted her. "Now, what is it that ya wanted tah talk tah me about yestahday."
Bean quickly glanced around to make sure Mooch wasn't lurking somewhere. "Okay, Jack, well, yestahday, on me way back from woik, I walked past dis alley. An' I saw dis goil dat looked like Mooch duckin' intah dis door. Well, I decided tah follow 'er an see what was up. Soz I sneak in dis door, an' dere's dis place, like an office er somethin, an by dis time I knew it was Mooch. So Mooch is dere talkin' tah dis guy, Dahmitri, I t'ink she called 'im. An' he calls 'er Kira. An' she tells 'im all about her plan tah split up you an Spot, so dat dey can open up da sweatshops witout anuddah strike. Dat's da only reason she's datin' ya, Jack. She wants you an' Spot tah split up." Bean took a deep breath.
Jack didn't say anything for a full minute. "Well, Bean, I guess I see where we stand," Jack looked at the ground, then back up at Bean. "I dunno why you'd make somethin' like dis up. I guess you ain't as good of a friend as I thot ya were. Look, I love Mooch, an' she loves me. Fer real. An' there ain't nothin' you can do about it. So if you were a good friend, you'd stop dis nonsense an' suppoaht me."
Bean sighed. She should have expected this reaction. "I guess you're right Jack." she said as she stared a hole in the ground.
~~~
Mooch smoothed down her silky skirt as she crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. As she walked along the docks, a few of the Brooklyn newsies tried to hit on her.
"Goin' somewhere, Moochy-baby?" a tall one with black curly hair and an arrogant smile asked her.
"Where ya been all me life, kid?" another one asked.
Mooch just ignored them as she continued on her quest for Spot.
When she finally found him, she called out a friendly greeting. "Aye, Spot! How's life treating you?"
Spot glared at her. "Horrible, thanks tah you an' Jack."
Mooch looked regretful. "I know. I am so sorry about that whole thing. I feel awful about ruining your friendship with Jack. How are the newsies of New York going to survive when the partnership between their leaders is broken?"
Spot shook his head. "Ya got it all wrong, Mooch. Yeah, me an' Jack are fightin, but when push comes tah shove, we're dere fer eachuddah. If da newsies need us, we can woik tahgeddah."
Mooch's brain spun into overtime. Her plan hadn't worked. Ah, but wait, she had an idea. "Look, Spot, there's something I need to tell you."
"What?"
Mooch moved closer and put her hand on Spot's forearm. One of her fingers stroked the silky golden hairs that covered his tan skin. "I'm leaving Jack."
Spot was taken aback. "What!? Whaddya mean!?"
"I realized that I love someone else."
"Who?" Spot asked curiously.
"You." Mooch said. Before Spot could respond, Mooch leaned in and planted her lips on his.
Spot stiffened from the utter shock of the situation. After a brief moment, he relaxed, deepening the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Mooch's slim waist and pulled her closer to him. Spot was in ecstasy. He had wanted this so much, for so long. It was perfect.