Disclaimer: I forgot sorry. I don't own Newsies. I own Olivia and some other people, oh and I don't the songs either. Chap. 1 is by Rascal Flatts called 'Everyday Love'. The songs in here are 'If I Never Start Loving You' not sure who sang it and 'Look At Me Now' by Sixwire.
The second chap. Is up on the same night the first chap. Came up so ill do shout outs the next chap
Olivia woke around 7. She dressed in a white shirt and deep blue skirt, and left her hair fall down the sides of her face. She hurried to her mother's room. It was empty. Olivia ran down stairs and found her still sprawled out on the sofa. Her mother was very slender, with light brown hair and brown green eyes.
"Mother, do you want breakfast?" she asked. Her mother opened her eyes and shook her head. "Well, then I'm going out for a while. Julie should be here around 10. Bye."
"Bye sweetheart," her mother whispered contentedly. Olivia kissed her cheeks and left.
Jack walked along the street towards Newsie distribution center with Mush and Crutchy.
"What's wit ya Jack?" Crutchy asked.
"Not'ing Crutchy. I'se jus feelin' good dese days," Jack replied.
"He was likes dis last night Crutch," Mush told the curly haired boy next to him. Crutchy leaned on his wood crutch and gave Jack a strange look.
"He hadn't been happy since him an Sarah brokes up," Crutchy said to Mush.
"I knows, maybe he's cracked." They walked the rest of the way in silence. They came upon the Go West statue and met the rest of the newsies.
"Hey Cowboy, feelin' normal taday?" Blink joked. Jack smiled and took his place at the front of the line.
"100 papes," he said. He picked up his papers and went to his selling spot by Bottle Alley.
"New Law Enrages Locals! Rally Stopped By Cops! Several Arrests!" he cried.
"I'll take one," a women with a baby carriage said. Jack gave her a paper and she gave him a nickel. "You can keep it all." She walked away and he went back to selling.
"Judge Caught Wit Pulitzer's Wife in Bed!" he couldn't even keep a straight face with this improvement of the truth. The headline said Pulitzer's Wife With Judge at Convention. He sold 10 papers with that one.
After half his stack was gone he went up to Tibby's for lunch. He was sitting at one booth looking for more stories and eating a hot dog. He was glad he didn't play poker, that extra fifty cents he had helped him. He was reading a particularly interesting article about an escaped convict in Brooklyn when the bell to the entrance tinkled, announcing another customer. Jack glanced at the door and then at the paper. 'What a second!' he thought looking back up. Olivia was approaching the counter. She ordered something and stood looking around. She spotted him in the corner and ran to him.
"Wow, I thought I'd never see you again!" she exclaimed sitting across from him.
"I nevah tought I'd see ya eidah," jack smiled.
"Ms. Wenton, your order?" the man at the counter said. Olivia got her order and sat back down. She pulled out chicken and a slice of pie. Jack's mouth watered. It had been a long time since he'd eaten chicken. Olivia noticed and cut it in half.
"Here," she handed it to him and he ate it slowly, savoring every last morsel.
"Tanks," he said after he'd swallowed the last crumb.
If I never stop loving you
Will you never start wanting me too
Love you forever that's what I'll do
With a heart so true
The new lyric popped into her head and she quickly wrote it down in her book.
"What ya got dare?" Jack asked.
"It's just a book of song lyrics I think up from time to time," she handed him the book and he read the lyric she just wrote.
"I only gots a few papes left if you wouldn't mind waitin' for me," Jack said. 'She thought of that around me?'
"I'll be right here."
Jack ran outside and started trying to sell like crazy. Whenever another newsie walked by he'd give them as many as they would take. Within the hour he was out, and he'd only gotten a quarter. 'Tell me why I just gave away most of my money to other guys,' he thought as he went back into Tibby's. When he saw Olivia watching the passersby he thought, 'oh, right, her.'
"So ya want ta go somewheres?" he asked leaning on the table.
"Yes, anywhere," she replied. Jack put out his hand and helped her out of the booth.
Hey man look at me now,
Sparks fly and I'm on fire,
Way up high and I'm getting higher.
She stopped jack for a second and wrote these in her book.
"Sorry, I'll stop now," she put the book in her skirt pocket and kept walking.
"How long ya been writin' dose down?" Jack asked.
"Since I was 13, I love music," she replied. "But I can't sing worth anything."
"Aw, ya can't be dat bad."
"Want to bet me."
"Um, I lose most, ok alls, of da time in dat department." Olivia looked quizzically at him. "Dare's dis guy, Racetrack, and he gambles all da time, and he wins, but only at pokah."
"Oh, he sounds great." She meant what she said but Jack didn't take it the right way.
"Ah, what da ya know," he grumbled. Olivia glared at him.
"I meant no harm so you can't say I know nothing. Racetrack sounds pretty charming. He has a love and as bad as that may be it's better then nothing." For once Jack had nothing to say.
"Anyway, do ya like Vaudeville?"
"I've never seen a show, but I've heard they're great."
"Day are, me and me buddies go all da time, I know a singah," he puffed up with pride.
"Really? Could you maybe help me? I know this is a lot, but do you think you could try to get this singer to use my songs?" Olivia's eyes lit with hope.
"Shoah, why not?"
"Oh thank you!" Olivia threw her arms around his neck. Jack was taken aback, but he loved every second. The girl stepped back, a little crimson. "Um, how did you become a newsie?" she asked him, trying to pick up conversation.
"Well, when me mom died my dad couldn't take care of me. So I became a newsie," he answered.
"Oh, I'm sorry about your mother."
"Aw, don't be."
The two kept walking until Jack saw Race and Bumlets coming towards them.
"Great," Jack muttered.
"What?" Olivia asked. That's when she saw them. "Friends?" Jack half nodded. Race and Bumlets started running when they finally saw Jack.
"So dis is why ya so happy dese days Cowboy. Hullo miss, me name's Racetrack Higgins," the shorter boy introduced himself before spitting into his hand and offering it to Olivia. She smiled and shook it.
"Me names Bumlets ma'm," the dark haired taller boy said. He offered a un-spit-in hand to her. She shook it.
"I'm Olivia, and please don't call me miss or ma'm. I don't like it," she told them. The boys nodded.
"Jack, you done good wit dis one," Race elbowed Jack in the ribs playfully. Jack didn't answer. Usually it would've been some witty remark about how she looked but he just half-grinned.
"You boys are newsies too?" Olivia asked.
"Yea, would ya likes a pape?" Race offered his last to her. She took it and gave him a nickel.
"Thank you, my mother will be happy, I haven't brought a paper to her in forever," Olivia said skimming the headlines. "Oh! (she looked at her watch) I have to get home, I have to make dinner tonight."
"I'll walk ya home," Jack offered. She smiled and they left Race and Bumlets to start laughing in humor and faint jealousy.
Jack and Olivia walked up the crowded streets of Manhattan before coming to the white house with the picket fence in front of it.
"Well, I guess I'll see ya sometime," Jack said. As he turned he felt a hand on his shoulder he turned to face Olivia. She kissed him on the cheek before running toward her front door. Jack stood there for a second before smiling like he really was the king of New York.
R&R please
Kristan