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Chapter 6
Becca had been introduced to Dave's school friends, and she successfully convinced them that although she was together with Dave, she refused to be labeled/seen as "his girl." She then admitted to Dave that his friends really weren't "that bad."
"So," asked Dave, "you've been here for half an hour. You gonna tell me or not--what are you doing here?"
"Visiting you."
"How? Where are you staying?"
"With my father. He lives here. I'm visiting him, too." Dave was not as surprised as the others had been when he found out that Becca's father lived in Kingston. He did smile broadly, though.
"That's great! How long are you staying?"
"For a couple weeks. So are you going to sow me anything besides the local version of Tibby's and the park?"
"But the park has history," Dave protested, a joking tone in his voice. Becca rolled her eyes as she stood up, though she couldn't keep the grin from her face.
"What history?"
"Our history," returned Dave, who had also stood up. He continued, doing his best to keep a straight face. "We had a very important discussion of ours in a park."
"That was Central Park. This is just Kingston Park. And if I remember correctly, our discussion must not have been too important because we both got up in the middle of the night to change it." Dave held up his hands in defeat, also losing the battle to keep a grin off his face.
"Alright, you won. We'll go somewhere else. Though I must warn you, I don't know this town very well. I've spent most of my free time in the dorm (what are the bedrooms at boarding schools called?) or at the restaurant with the others.
"So you haven't been harassing the local newsies?" Becca teased, "not trying to get them to go on strike?" Dave tried to look hurt, but he wasn't very successful.
"Now, what would make you say a thing like that?" Instead of answering, Becca gazed at him for awhile. Finally she spoke, and this time her voice was serious, albeit warm.
"I've missed you." A contented smile crept onto Dave's face. He pulled her into a hug,
"I've missed you too."
"You gonna take me on that tour now?"
"Of course," Dave extended his arm. Becca stared at him,
"Why do you keep doing that?"
"What?"
"The arm thing. I feel like I'm supposed to be a lady or something." Dave glanced at Becca, who glanced back. The pair dissolved into laughter. Dave took Becca's hand,
"This better?"
"I can play along with the arm thing if you want." Becca commented.
"You know if you keep this up we're never going to get out of the park."
"You make it sound like that's my fault."
"That's 'cause it is." Dave jested.
"No it's not, it's yours," retorted Becca.
"How?"
"Has anything you've said since we've gotten to this park been serious?"
"I meant it when I said I missed you."
"Besides that."
"That I don't know much about this town. And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Has anything you've said since we've gotten to this park been serious?" Dave echoed Becca's question.
"I meant it when I said I missed you." Becca copied Dave's answer.
"Besides that."
"Not really." The two couldn't keep it up any longer. They broke out laughing again, even though their pretend arguments weren't as fun without the newsies around to spectate and shake their heads at. Dave led Becca out of the park, talking about a somewhat abridged tour of Kingston.
"We're gonna have to make sure my father sends a telegraph back to the city or Jack and Spot will show up in a few days, looking for me." Dave chuckled,
"That would be kind of funny, having those two around for a little while. I could let them sit in on one of my classes…"
"It would," agreed Becca, laughter in her voice. "But Jack would NOT be happy if we scared him like that, he'll be worried sick till he knows I'm okay."
"I know. It would just be really nice, to see them and everything."
"Yeah," Becca began to get a faraway look in her eyes. Dave noticed it,
"You miss Jack, don't you?" Becca nodded. Then it dawned on Dave,
"Wait a minute…you're terrified of leaving the city! Why'd you do it?"
"Because it meant that I'd get to see you." Dave was touched, and he embraced her tightly. He felt her trembling slightly--all of her anxiety over something happening if she left New York was being released from her limbs.
"Well, it's okay now. You're here, and I will not let anything happen to you."
"I know," whispered Becca. She glanced around, and pulled herself together. "Am I going to get that abridged tour or what?" Dave smiled, and led her down the street, point out buildings as they went.
Alright, I know that this chapter isn't significant to the plot at all, but I just started writing and this is what came out. Now that I look back on it, it seems kind of sappy or flowery or teenybopper or you catch my drift. If it is, tell me, and I'll take this chapter down, I don't really care. And I apologize in advance for how short the next chapter is. I just got to a part that I thought would make a really good ending, and I also knew that if I continued, I wouldn't be able to finish the chapter in time to have it posted today, so that's why it's so short.