"OHMYGOD JACK!!!!!!!!!" Bean screamed as she spurted towards Jack.
The wind blew her golden blonde hair in her face and her arms flailed
about, not unlike an octopus, but with less appendages.
Jack looked at her with worry. He was still miffed at her for lying about Mooch, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned about her. "Whatsa matta, Bean?" he asked.
Bean grabbed Jack by the arms. "Mooch.. wants. Mooch. wants.. tah.tah.tah. ah, I can't say it. It's too horrible."
"What, what does Mooch want?" Jack asked her, more worried than before.
Just then, Bean caught sight of the deep cut on Jack's neck. She took her right hand off of his arm and gently touched it. "What, what happened tah ya Jack?" she asked.
A puzzled look fell over Jack's face. "I ain't shor, it wasn't dere yestahday, it jus kinda showed up." He shook his head. "Weird. da razor, an Mooch, an." he mumbled.
Bean looked scared. "What about da razor an' Mooch?"
"Aww, it's nothin, it's jus', dis mornin', I found mah razor on da floor, an Mooch, was gone. She was gonna spend da night in yer bunk cuz we came back so late, an in da mornin, she wasn't dere no more."
"J.J.Jack." Bean stuttered. "Dere's somethin' I need tah tell ya."
~~~
Sarah tugged on the long sleeves of her dress. The dark color seemed to absorb the rays of the hot August sun. What had she been thinking when she got dressed that morning? But her outfit dilemma was pushed aside when she saw Jack leaned against the wall of a building, apparently troubled with something. Sarah decided he must have heard about Mooch and Spot. She rushed up to him.
"Jack, Jack, I'm so sorry!" she cried.
Jack looked at her curiously. "What are ya sorry about?" he asked.
Sarah was slightly confused. "Mooch and Spot. Isn't that what you're upset about?"
Jack looked at her as if she had suddenly grown a second head. "What about Mooch an' Spot?" he asked suspiciously.
Sarah clapped her hand over her mouth. Spot had told her not to say anything. "Uh, oh." she mumbled under her breath.
~~~
Race shifted the things on his bedside table around aimlessly. He moved his cigar cup to his right, but then realized that it just made it closer to Snipeshooter, which would make it all the more likely that his cigars would not be there the next morning. As he moved it back to its original position, it slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor.
"Great," he mumbled as he kneeled down to pick up the contents. He threw his cigars and spare change back into the cup. "Hmm, what's this?" he wondered as he picked up a small slip of paper from the floor.
Race-
Meet me at Tibby's at four o' clock tomorrow. I haven't seen you in almost a week! I love you.
-Bean
Race had almost forgotten about his stash of notes from Bean that he kept in his cigar cup. He pulled out the rest of the notes and read them one by one. Sweet notes, cute notes, hurried notes about meeting somewhere to talk, notes for no reason at all. Race wiped a tear from his cheek. He knew what he had to do.
~~~
Jack ran towards Brooklyn at full speed. There was no way he was going to let Spot come between him and his girl and get away with it. As he closed in on the bridge, he saw Spot standing on the edge, balancing on the railway, having a good old time. He spied another figure watching Spot and saying something to him, but he couldn't tell who it was. "Great, witnesses." he muttered to himself. Oh, well. Let whoever it was watch the leader of the Brooklyn newsies get pummeled to a pulp, he didn't care anymore.
"Spot! Spot!" Jack yelled, trying to get his attention. But suddenly, Jack's face went pale and his eyes widened. "OH MY GOD!!" he screamed.
Jack looked at her with worry. He was still miffed at her for lying about Mooch, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned about her. "Whatsa matta, Bean?" he asked.
Bean grabbed Jack by the arms. "Mooch.. wants. Mooch. wants.. tah.tah.tah. ah, I can't say it. It's too horrible."
"What, what does Mooch want?" Jack asked her, more worried than before.
Just then, Bean caught sight of the deep cut on Jack's neck. She took her right hand off of his arm and gently touched it. "What, what happened tah ya Jack?" she asked.
A puzzled look fell over Jack's face. "I ain't shor, it wasn't dere yestahday, it jus kinda showed up." He shook his head. "Weird. da razor, an Mooch, an." he mumbled.
Bean looked scared. "What about da razor an' Mooch?"
"Aww, it's nothin, it's jus', dis mornin', I found mah razor on da floor, an Mooch, was gone. She was gonna spend da night in yer bunk cuz we came back so late, an in da mornin, she wasn't dere no more."
"J.J.Jack." Bean stuttered. "Dere's somethin' I need tah tell ya."
~~~
Sarah tugged on the long sleeves of her dress. The dark color seemed to absorb the rays of the hot August sun. What had she been thinking when she got dressed that morning? But her outfit dilemma was pushed aside when she saw Jack leaned against the wall of a building, apparently troubled with something. Sarah decided he must have heard about Mooch and Spot. She rushed up to him.
"Jack, Jack, I'm so sorry!" she cried.
Jack looked at her curiously. "What are ya sorry about?" he asked.
Sarah was slightly confused. "Mooch and Spot. Isn't that what you're upset about?"
Jack looked at her as if she had suddenly grown a second head. "What about Mooch an' Spot?" he asked suspiciously.
Sarah clapped her hand over her mouth. Spot had told her not to say anything. "Uh, oh." she mumbled under her breath.
~~~
Race shifted the things on his bedside table around aimlessly. He moved his cigar cup to his right, but then realized that it just made it closer to Snipeshooter, which would make it all the more likely that his cigars would not be there the next morning. As he moved it back to its original position, it slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor.
"Great," he mumbled as he kneeled down to pick up the contents. He threw his cigars and spare change back into the cup. "Hmm, what's this?" he wondered as he picked up a small slip of paper from the floor.
Race-
Meet me at Tibby's at four o' clock tomorrow. I haven't seen you in almost a week! I love you.
-Bean
Race had almost forgotten about his stash of notes from Bean that he kept in his cigar cup. He pulled out the rest of the notes and read them one by one. Sweet notes, cute notes, hurried notes about meeting somewhere to talk, notes for no reason at all. Race wiped a tear from his cheek. He knew what he had to do.
~~~
Jack ran towards Brooklyn at full speed. There was no way he was going to let Spot come between him and his girl and get away with it. As he closed in on the bridge, he saw Spot standing on the edge, balancing on the railway, having a good old time. He spied another figure watching Spot and saying something to him, but he couldn't tell who it was. "Great, witnesses." he muttered to himself. Oh, well. Let whoever it was watch the leader of the Brooklyn newsies get pummeled to a pulp, he didn't care anymore.
"Spot! Spot!" Jack yelled, trying to get his attention. But suddenly, Jack's face went pale and his eyes widened. "OH MY GOD!!" he screamed.