~3 months later~
*******
The Newsies, tired from their day of selling papers, had returned to the Lodging House a little early to relax. They certainly deserved it. Some were already sleeping, some were just resting on their bunks, and several card games were going on.
One, a poker game, was taking place in the middle of the bunkroom floor. Everyone that walked through the room tripped over Miranda, Skittery and Racetrack, but none of them felt like moving, so they stayed where they were. Their game was very competitive. Skittery and Race had been playing together for almost eight years, since Skittery had become a Newsie.
Although Miranda had only been a Newsie for three months, the two boys had eagerly welcomed a new playing partner and had taught her all the tricks they knew. She was a fast learner, and by now the three friends were very evenly matched.
Skittery had found ways for her to earn some money to supplement her meager profits from selling the World. She helped rouse the Newsies each morning and helped Kloppman with chores around the Lodging House in the afternoons, after she sold papers in the morning. Just as Skittery had predicted, she had improved as a Newsie. She still needed help every now and then, but on her best day she sold 30 papers on her own. She was immensely proud of her improvements.
Miranda looked up at her two friends. She had dazed off, but she hadn't missed much, she noticed. Racetrack was so into his cards and his strategies that he was oblivious to the outside world. Skittery, on the other hand, was a different story. Miranda noticed that he was paying absolutely no attention to their game. He seemed troubled and uncharacteristically depressed. Since she had known him, Skittery had always been in good moods, and always made sure his friends were, too. The present situation was highly unusual.
"Hey, Skit, what's the matter? Is something bothering you?" Miranda asked her best friend.
"What? Oh, nothin'. I'm just... tired, I guess," Skittery replied.
He had not convinced Miranda at all, but she resolved to pursue it later. "Okay. Hey, Race! Where'd Jack go tonight?"
"He went ta Brooklyn ta visit Spot," Race returned with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Oh. Um, Race? Who's Spot?" Miranda inquired, confused.
Racetrack looked up, his eyes wide. "What?" Racetrack slapped Skittery's arm, "Skit, did she just ask who Spot was?"
Skittery momentarily forgot about whatever was bothering him. "Yep, she did. I can't believe we nevah told 'er about 'im! Wow."
"You're talkin' about him like he's the President or somethin'! He can't be that great! Come on!" Miranda said, incredulous.
Skittery and Racetrack exchanged a look. Skittery explained, "Oh, he's only da most famous an' respected Newsie in all a New Yawk, dat's all. He's also da leader of da Brooklyn Newsies."
Racetrack added, "An' he's real tough. He got ta be da leader of Brooklyn by soakin' every one of da Brooklyn Newsies-"
"-An' dem Brooklyn Newsies ain't small, eidder. Da smallest ones are probly my size..." Skittery joined in.
"An' we probly couldn't a won da strike last yeah widdout Spot an' Brooklyn behind us," Racetrack finished.
"Oh. Well, if you put it that way... but he's yer friend?" Miranda asked quietly.
"Oh, definitely. Evah since da strike, Manhattan an' Brooklyn (an' Jack an' Spot) have been allies. We always help each udder," Skittery reassured her.
"Hey, Skit. Dis time I's got da proposition: one of us should take Andy ta meet Spot. She should have 'im on 'er side fer good measure, an' I heard dere's a goyl Newsie in Brooklyn, so Andy can meet 'er while she's dere. Kill two boids wid one stone." Race suggested.
"Now THIS proposition I'm not so fond of," Miranda said.
"No, it'd be good fer ya. An' Brooklyn is real nice. An' Spot's really not dat scary, 'specially if ya meet 'im an' he knows you're a true Manhattan Newsie. 'Sides, I know he'll like ya. He's got a sarcastic sense a humor like you anyway," Skittery said decisively, "I insist. We'll go tamorrow afternoon."
"Ya don't have a choice heya, Andy," Racetrack announced, before Miranda could even open her mouth in protest.
Miranda looked at Race. The look in his dark eyes clearly meant business. She then glanced at Skittery. Her best friend's soft brown eyes, which usually revealed his true emotions, showed that he would never put Miranda in danger. She knew she could trust them.
"All right. I'll go," Miranda said.
**************
As he walked to Brooklyn with Miranda the next afternoon, Skittery tried to get his mind off everything that had been bothering him. It had been eight years ago this week that his family had left him alone. Skittery had always known that he had been an accident. Both of his parents resented him, and made it clear to him throughout his life that they didn't love him at all. He had always expected his parents to do something like that to him. But for a ten year old to be left alone in the streets of Manhattan was still traumatic. Skittery tended to become depressed this time of year, and right before he met Miranda, he had been depressed almost always.
Skittery looked over at Miranda. He smiled warmly; Miranda had been his best friend from almost the day they met. He could really talk to her. He regretted not telling her about his family, though. He had almost told her the night before, but couldn't with so many of his friends around. He was embarrassed, as an 18 year old, to be still upset about something that happened to him as a child.
Just then, the two Newsies reached the Brooklyn Bridge. Miranda ran ahead, stopping at the middle of the bridge. She looked at the city all around her, her eyes wide with excitement. She noticed Skittery still walking at the same pace. She ran back to him, grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the spot where she had been standing.
"Isn't it beautiful, Skittery?" Miranda sighed. "I've never seen anything so beautiful before!"
Skittery put his arm around Miranda and replied softly, "I know exactly what you mean. It's probly my favorite part of da whole city."
Miranda looked up into Skittery's eyes. Standing there, on the bridge, he looked different to her. His brown eyes were so beautiful. She almost thought she saw something in them that she hadn't noticed before. She didn't know how to describe it. They stared into each other's eyes for several moments. Skittery seemed to notice what Miranda had, for he looked away uncomfortably.
"Uh... let's keep goin'... we're almost dere..." Skittery said, and they passed the rest of the trip in silence.
*******
The two Manhattan Newsies approached the docks, and Skittery grabbed Miranda's hand to comfort her. He could tell that the multitude of large Brooklyn Newsies who were swimming nearby made her nervous. He could understand why, for they made him slightly nervous as well.
Spot Conlon, perched on top of some boxes at one end of the docks, watched their approach curiously. He usually didn't get visits from random Manhattan Newsies, especially Skittery. Spot was pleased to see he had finally gotten himself a girl, though. Skittery had always avoided them.
He noticed one of his boys try to grab the girl, who swiftly punched him in the stomach with enough force to make him step back a little. Spot smirked. He liked her already.
"Hey, Spot. How's it goin'?" Skittery called up to the boy perched above him.
Miranda watched with interest as a lanky boy jumped down from some boxes. He was a little shorter than Skittery and fairly skinny. She could tell he was the leader just by the way he carried himself. The two Newsies spit-shook.
Spot smirked. "So, Skits. What brings ya all da way ta Brooklyn? Who's yer goyl?"
"Well, she's not my goyl. Dis is Miranda, da foist female Manhattan Newsie. Andy, dis is Spot Conlon, da leader a da Brooklyn Newsies."
"An' don't ferget da most famous an' respected Newsie in all a New Yawk," Spot added, grinning.
"Well, your Majesty, I doubt you're the most famous Newsie in New York, 'cause I've been selling for three months and never heard of you," Miranda commented, a sly grin on her face.
Skittery's eyes widened. Leave it to Miranda to insult the most dangerous Newsie in New York on his home turf while thirty of his extremely large friends surrounded him.
Spot thought for a moment. Then he smirked. "I'm sure dat we know exactly who ta blame fer dat liddle mix-up, Mirandy."
"I believe I know exactly what you mean, Spot," Miranda replied, catching on immediately.
"What Mirandy and I're tryin' ta say, Skittery, old buddy, is dat da only reason she ain't nevah hoid a da fearless leader a Brooklyn is 'cause she had a bad teacher," Spot added, punching Skittery's arm lightly.
Miranda hit Skittery's other arm as she said, "You know, Skit, I thought I was learnin' from da best all this time. I have a feelin' I was wrong."
"Hey, come on, guys! Leave me alone! It's not all my fault!" Skittery pleaded.
"Whose is it den, Skits?" Spot asked, grinning, hitting Skittery again.
"Um... well... dere are thoity other Newsies in Manhattan, ya know. So's you can't blame just me! Please?" Skittery begged.
"Hey, Spot. Maybe he's right. We can't blame one person for thirty people's mistakes, you know," Miranda said to Spot.
"Well..... I guess you're right, Mirandy. I guess we'll have ta let ya go free dis time, Skit. But don't let somethin' like dis happen again!" Spot finished, laughing as he got one last smack off before he and Miranda let Skittery go.
"I can't believe dis. I bring Andy heya ta meet ya so's she's got someone on 'er side in Brooklyn, an' you two's already gangin' up on me. I shoulda known. Yep, shoulda seen it comin'." Skittery sighed.
The three Newsies burst into a laughing fit. Skittery was secretly glad that Miranda and Spot had hit it off. He could only imagine what trouble it would have been for the two groups of Newsies if Spot hadn't taken her comments as she meant them, as jokes. After they calmed down, Skittery told Spot that they had also come to meet the girl Newsie there in Brooklyn. Spot told them that she had been dating one of the Brooklyn Newsies, but after the couple had a vicious fight one day, she had left and never returned. Miranda was disappointed, but took a silent pride in remaining the only female Newsie.
*******
Miranda and Skittery spent the entire afternoon with Spot, and all three enjoyed themselves. Promising to visit often, Skittery and Miranda left Brooklyn just as it began to get dark.
They walked slowly, chatting about the day's events, recent news, and anything that came to their minds. They grew quiet as they approached the Brooklyn Bridge, both remembering the uneasy moments spent here on the way to Brooklyn. Miranda stopped at the top of the bridge, looking out over the water, taking in the beauty. Skittery leaned against the railing next to her, facing the opposite direction and gazing up at the sky. Miranda looked over at him. Quietly, she broke the peaceful silence, "Skittery, thanks for bringing me here today."
Skittery met her gaze and smiled. "Oh, no problem. I'm just glad you had a good time."
"It means a lot. Really. I didn't want to go at all, 'specially when I heard how dangerous Spot is. But I knew I could trust you, so I went. And you were right. So, well, just thanks," Miranda concluded.
Skittery said quietly, "You're welcome, Andy," and looked away. Miranda didn't realize it, but her words made Skittery made even worse. Of course he could trust her with his secret. But he didn't want to ruin what had been a very happy, positive day, so he pretended to be tired. They began the rest of their walk homeward. He would tell her... soon.
**************
The next morning when Miranda went to wake up the Newsies, Skittery was gone. Worried, she asked Kloppman if he had seen him that morning. Kloppman told her that Skittery had left early that morning and he had told her to tell the Newsies that he was selling by himself that day in the Bronx, and that he would be back that evening. Kloppman also discreetly handed a hastily written note to Miranda. She walked back to her room, sat on her bed, and began to read:
iGood morning, Andy. Wipe that worried look off your face---/i
Miranda smiled. He knew her very well.
i---Sorry if I scared you. I've got a lot on my mind, and I just need to think about it. By myself. It's things that have been bothering me for years. I promise I'll tell you everything. Oh, and don't tell the guys that's why I left. Please. You'll understand everything soon. Sell some papes for me! --Skittery/i
Miranda refolded the note carefully and tucked it inside her pillowcase. She knew something had been bothering him. She was hurt that he hadn't told her. However, she put all of her worries in the back of her mind until she could bring them up with Skittery.
Miranda sold with Racetrack that day. The headlines were better than average, but Miranda had a little trouble at first. But she tried her best, dredging every piece of advice the Newsies had given her up from her memory. After a little while, she got very good, shouting creative headlines at the top of her lungs.
Racetrack was amazed. He had never seen Miranda that good. He was proud of her. She tried very hard. He was sure Skittery would be pleased, also. Race pondered his two friends' relationship. It was so clear to him that Skittery liked her, just from the way he looked at her. He wondered when they would realize it.
After they had both finished selling, Racetrack took Miranda to Sheepshead Races. They had a great time together. Race hadn't won any money, but he was happy because she had gone with him. He usually had to drag the other Newsies with him. The day at the track helped Miranda get her mind off Skittery. Worrying about him drained her, and although she cared about him very much, worrying all day would achieve nothing.
*******
Racetrack and Miranda were still laughing when they entered the Lodging House later that day. "Rememba da last race, da guy next ta us lost all dat money? I thought he was gonna have a heart attack right den an' dere!" Racetrack chuckled as he signed into Kloppman's register and paid for the night.
Miranda giggled. "I know! The veins were popping out of his neck and everything!"
Racetrack and Miranda were still giggling, but they quieted immediately when the Lodging House door opened, revealing Skittery.
"Heya, Skittery. How's it goin'?" Racetrack asked. "Didja have fun in da Bronx?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess," he responded unemotionally. His eyes met Miranda's, and she frowned when she saw how sad they looked.
Without another word, Skittery signed his name in the register, left his money on the counter and slowly trudged up the stairs. Exchanging a concerned glance, Miranda and Racetrack followed him up to the bunkroom.
Skittery muttered a weak "hey" in response to the chorus of greetings thrown his way by the other Newsies there. He dropped his hat on his bunk and proceeded out the window onto the fire escape and out of sight. Unsure of what to do next, Miranda threw a glance toward Racetrack, who pushed her in the direction Skittery had just gone.
"I know he'll talk ta you. Maybe you can figure out what's goin' on, Andy," Racetrack suggested.
"Well, I guess I can try," Miranda responded, still unsure of what to expect. She glanced at the window, then back at Racetrack. She sighed and then followed Skittery up to the roof.
Miranda grew more concerned about her best friend when she reached her destination. Skittery was sitting on the ground, leaning his back against the ledge. His face still looked troubled. His eyes were closed, so he didn't notice her approach.
She slowly walked over to Skittery and sat down next to him. She didn't say a word, just put her arms around him and hugged him tightly. After a long silence, Skittery pulled away and cleared his throat.
"...Oh, Andy... I don't even know where ta start...." He said slowly, his eyes meeting hers. He found only kindness there. Like always, he felt instantly comfortable.
"I've been so worried, Skittery. I've never seen you so upset before. Please tell me. I want to help," Miranda pleaded.
Skittery again studied Miranda's face. Her tender, heart felt words reminded him why she was his best friend. He could trust her. "Well, it all goes back 'bout eight yeahs ago, right before I became a Newsie..." Skittery then told her the long story of his parents, how they hadn't loved him, of his brother and sister he had loved so much, and how he was abandoned that June morning so many years ago.
Miranda's heart just about broke as she listened to Skittery tell he about his so painful childhood. She could not imagine how hard it must have been for him, especially being so young.
"An' da reason I got upset 'bout all of dis all of a sudden is 'cause it was exactly eight yeahs ago taday I woke up all alone. I jest miss 'em still. I didn't want da guys ta know... well, 'cause I'm 18, almost 19 now, an' I shouldn't be so upset still. Da only otha ones who know are Specs an Jack and Race a little,"
"I'm so sorry, Skit. I had no idea. It must have been so hard for you! You know, I stillm iss my family a lot," She said, her eyes filling with tears. "I know how you feel." Miranda sighed, looking up at Skittery.
Meeting her gaze, Skittery smiled weakly. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. Miranda embraced him again. He rested his head on her shoulder and allowed himself to be comforted for once.
**************
Skittery and Miranda were frequently off by themselves during the next couple of days.
After much talking and several sleepless nights, Skittery began to perk up. He told Miranda everything about his past. She helped him put everything in perspective. As she had realized after her family died, it was good to remember her parents, but never to dwell on the fact that they weren't there anymore. As she had taught Peter, she taught Skittery to come to terms with the loss of his siblings and parents.
On the second afternoon, after a full morning of selling and a light lunch, Skittery and Miranda returned to the Lodging House to do Miranda's chores. Miranda had let Peter pal around with Boots and Snipeshooter; he had more fun with them than following Miranda and Skittery around anyway.
The two friends slowly entered the Lodging House, dragging their feet as two nights' lack of sleep caught up with them suddenly. Kloppman looked up when they walked in, and, upon observing their state of fatigue, sighed. He announced, "Okay you two. Why do you look as if you haven't slept for two days?" He asked in a paternal tone of voice.
Miranda yawned. " 'Cause we haven't," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Well, I won't ask why, but you'd better get on upstairs an' get some sleep before you fall over," Kloppman decided for them, pushing them toward the stairs.
"But I gotta do the chores..." Miranda protested weakly.
"Nope, I'll do 'em. Get on upstairs, both a you. Go on." Kloppman smiled as he watched them climb the stairs ever so slowly. He turned back to his work.
Miranda realized Kloppman was right. She really was quite tired. Yawning, she lost her footing and tripped, almost falling down the stairs. Skittery grabbed her arm quickly and steadied her.
"Guess we's a little more tired than we thought," he observed.
"Yeah, guess so," Miranda responded as they continued up the stairs.
Skittery sleepily stumbled to his bed and climbed on it. Miranda was left standing in the middle of the room, confused. She was so tired, she lost her bearings. Skittery, half asleep already, said,
"Anodda proposition, Andy-jest come on up heyah. It's jest easiah."
Miranda smiled sleepily and replied, "Okay, Skittery." His bed was much closer than her room, and she didn't think she could walk much further without falling over anyway. She climbed up to his bunk and lay down next to him. Skittery put his arm around her, pulling her closer. She snuggled next to him, resting her head on his chest. Warm and cozy, they drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
*******
Later that afternoon, Skittery awoke. He lifted his head and watched Miranda sleeping.
iGod, she really is beautiful. I wonder how I managed not to notice fer so long./i
Skittery smiled and pulled her closer, not feeling like analyzing what was going on in his head. He just enjoyed the moment.
Just then, Miranda stirred. She yawned and stretched, and then she remembered where she was. She did not know whether to get up right then or just stay there in Skittery's warm embrace. She lifted her head off his chest to look into his eyes. He smiled happily, and his soft brown eyes sparkled. Miranda smiled warmly back at her best friend, glad that he seemed truly happy at last. She rested her head back on his chest contentedly. Things finally seemed back to normal.
"How'd ya sleep, Andy?" Skittery asked.
"In your arms, silly," Miranda teased. Skittery hugged her more tightly, and she giggled.
Miranda sat up and stretched again. Skittery put his arms behind his head and gazed at her.
Miranda marveled at how good a couple solid hours of sleep could make a person feel... Not to mention if those hours are spent in Skittery's arms.... Miranda stopped herself short, confused by what was happening. She tried to ignore it as best she could.
Miranda turned herself around on his bunk and sat cross legged, facing him. "So, 're you hungry, Skit?" She asked.
"Now dat you mention it, yeah, I am," he responded, smiling, "How's about we head down ta Tibby's?"
Miranda smiled back. "Sure. Sounds great."
**************
Skittery opened the door to Tibby's, letting Miranda enter first. She walked into the restaurant, scanning the tables to see who was there. Skittery stepped in behind her and stood next to her. Most of the Newsies were already there. Peter, who had been sitting at the counter with Boots and Snipeshooter, saw his sister enter and ran over to her.
"Miranda!" He cried, hugging his sister.
Miranda smiled and hugged her younger brother tightly. "Hey, Petey!"
Peter then hugged Skittery, too. "Hi, Skittery!"
"Hey, kid. How was your day?" Skittery asked.
"Great!" Peter exclaimed, taking one of Miranda's hands and one of Skittery's and led them back to the counter. He then went on to tell them the long-winded story of his day.
Jack, Racetrack, Blink, Mush and Specs had watched with interest Miranda and Skittery enter the restaurant. Spot, who was on a visit from Brooklyn, voiced the thoughts that were running through all of their minds as they watched the two friends together.
"Ya know, some guys fall hard, an' some know at first sight. But it looks like othas fall quiet, when no one's watchin'," he observed, smiling slyly.
"Yeah, da only problem is dat neidder a dem 'll admit it," Racetrack said, sighing. "Dey's blind ta each udder."
The Newsies thought about their two friends for a while. Then, all of a sudden, a wide grin spread across Blink's face.
"What're you so happy 'bout all of a sudden, Blink?" Jack asked, slightly annoyed.
"Oh, I's just got an idea, dat's all," he said.
"Well, how 'bout sharin' it, if it's so amusin', huh?" Race said.
"Well, we's can help Andy and Skittery out a liddle. Ya know, help 'em not be so blind ta each uddah, ya get da idea," Blink smiled proudly.
"Hmm, not bad, Blinky, not bad," Spot said, patting Blink's shoulder in approval. "If dis is all gonna fly, we's got some thinkin' and plannin' ta do. Come on, boys, get yer thinkin' caps. We's got woik ta do."
*******
The Newsies, tired from their day of selling papers, had returned to the Lodging House a little early to relax. They certainly deserved it. Some were already sleeping, some were just resting on their bunks, and several card games were going on.
One, a poker game, was taking place in the middle of the bunkroom floor. Everyone that walked through the room tripped over Miranda, Skittery and Racetrack, but none of them felt like moving, so they stayed where they were. Their game was very competitive. Skittery and Race had been playing together for almost eight years, since Skittery had become a Newsie.
Although Miranda had only been a Newsie for three months, the two boys had eagerly welcomed a new playing partner and had taught her all the tricks they knew. She was a fast learner, and by now the three friends were very evenly matched.
Skittery had found ways for her to earn some money to supplement her meager profits from selling the World. She helped rouse the Newsies each morning and helped Kloppman with chores around the Lodging House in the afternoons, after she sold papers in the morning. Just as Skittery had predicted, she had improved as a Newsie. She still needed help every now and then, but on her best day she sold 30 papers on her own. She was immensely proud of her improvements.
Miranda looked up at her two friends. She had dazed off, but she hadn't missed much, she noticed. Racetrack was so into his cards and his strategies that he was oblivious to the outside world. Skittery, on the other hand, was a different story. Miranda noticed that he was paying absolutely no attention to their game. He seemed troubled and uncharacteristically depressed. Since she had known him, Skittery had always been in good moods, and always made sure his friends were, too. The present situation was highly unusual.
"Hey, Skit, what's the matter? Is something bothering you?" Miranda asked her best friend.
"What? Oh, nothin'. I'm just... tired, I guess," Skittery replied.
He had not convinced Miranda at all, but she resolved to pursue it later. "Okay. Hey, Race! Where'd Jack go tonight?"
"He went ta Brooklyn ta visit Spot," Race returned with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Oh. Um, Race? Who's Spot?" Miranda inquired, confused.
Racetrack looked up, his eyes wide. "What?" Racetrack slapped Skittery's arm, "Skit, did she just ask who Spot was?"
Skittery momentarily forgot about whatever was bothering him. "Yep, she did. I can't believe we nevah told 'er about 'im! Wow."
"You're talkin' about him like he's the President or somethin'! He can't be that great! Come on!" Miranda said, incredulous.
Skittery and Racetrack exchanged a look. Skittery explained, "Oh, he's only da most famous an' respected Newsie in all a New Yawk, dat's all. He's also da leader of da Brooklyn Newsies."
Racetrack added, "An' he's real tough. He got ta be da leader of Brooklyn by soakin' every one of da Brooklyn Newsies-"
"-An' dem Brooklyn Newsies ain't small, eidder. Da smallest ones are probly my size..." Skittery joined in.
"An' we probly couldn't a won da strike last yeah widdout Spot an' Brooklyn behind us," Racetrack finished.
"Oh. Well, if you put it that way... but he's yer friend?" Miranda asked quietly.
"Oh, definitely. Evah since da strike, Manhattan an' Brooklyn (an' Jack an' Spot) have been allies. We always help each udder," Skittery reassured her.
"Hey, Skit. Dis time I's got da proposition: one of us should take Andy ta meet Spot. She should have 'im on 'er side fer good measure, an' I heard dere's a goyl Newsie in Brooklyn, so Andy can meet 'er while she's dere. Kill two boids wid one stone." Race suggested.
"Now THIS proposition I'm not so fond of," Miranda said.
"No, it'd be good fer ya. An' Brooklyn is real nice. An' Spot's really not dat scary, 'specially if ya meet 'im an' he knows you're a true Manhattan Newsie. 'Sides, I know he'll like ya. He's got a sarcastic sense a humor like you anyway," Skittery said decisively, "I insist. We'll go tamorrow afternoon."
"Ya don't have a choice heya, Andy," Racetrack announced, before Miranda could even open her mouth in protest.
Miranda looked at Race. The look in his dark eyes clearly meant business. She then glanced at Skittery. Her best friend's soft brown eyes, which usually revealed his true emotions, showed that he would never put Miranda in danger. She knew she could trust them.
"All right. I'll go," Miranda said.
**************
As he walked to Brooklyn with Miranda the next afternoon, Skittery tried to get his mind off everything that had been bothering him. It had been eight years ago this week that his family had left him alone. Skittery had always known that he had been an accident. Both of his parents resented him, and made it clear to him throughout his life that they didn't love him at all. He had always expected his parents to do something like that to him. But for a ten year old to be left alone in the streets of Manhattan was still traumatic. Skittery tended to become depressed this time of year, and right before he met Miranda, he had been depressed almost always.
Skittery looked over at Miranda. He smiled warmly; Miranda had been his best friend from almost the day they met. He could really talk to her. He regretted not telling her about his family, though. He had almost told her the night before, but couldn't with so many of his friends around. He was embarrassed, as an 18 year old, to be still upset about something that happened to him as a child.
Just then, the two Newsies reached the Brooklyn Bridge. Miranda ran ahead, stopping at the middle of the bridge. She looked at the city all around her, her eyes wide with excitement. She noticed Skittery still walking at the same pace. She ran back to him, grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the spot where she had been standing.
"Isn't it beautiful, Skittery?" Miranda sighed. "I've never seen anything so beautiful before!"
Skittery put his arm around Miranda and replied softly, "I know exactly what you mean. It's probly my favorite part of da whole city."
Miranda looked up into Skittery's eyes. Standing there, on the bridge, he looked different to her. His brown eyes were so beautiful. She almost thought she saw something in them that she hadn't noticed before. She didn't know how to describe it. They stared into each other's eyes for several moments. Skittery seemed to notice what Miranda had, for he looked away uncomfortably.
"Uh... let's keep goin'... we're almost dere..." Skittery said, and they passed the rest of the trip in silence.
*******
The two Manhattan Newsies approached the docks, and Skittery grabbed Miranda's hand to comfort her. He could tell that the multitude of large Brooklyn Newsies who were swimming nearby made her nervous. He could understand why, for they made him slightly nervous as well.
Spot Conlon, perched on top of some boxes at one end of the docks, watched their approach curiously. He usually didn't get visits from random Manhattan Newsies, especially Skittery. Spot was pleased to see he had finally gotten himself a girl, though. Skittery had always avoided them.
He noticed one of his boys try to grab the girl, who swiftly punched him in the stomach with enough force to make him step back a little. Spot smirked. He liked her already.
"Hey, Spot. How's it goin'?" Skittery called up to the boy perched above him.
Miranda watched with interest as a lanky boy jumped down from some boxes. He was a little shorter than Skittery and fairly skinny. She could tell he was the leader just by the way he carried himself. The two Newsies spit-shook.
Spot smirked. "So, Skits. What brings ya all da way ta Brooklyn? Who's yer goyl?"
"Well, she's not my goyl. Dis is Miranda, da foist female Manhattan Newsie. Andy, dis is Spot Conlon, da leader a da Brooklyn Newsies."
"An' don't ferget da most famous an' respected Newsie in all a New Yawk," Spot added, grinning.
"Well, your Majesty, I doubt you're the most famous Newsie in New York, 'cause I've been selling for three months and never heard of you," Miranda commented, a sly grin on her face.
Skittery's eyes widened. Leave it to Miranda to insult the most dangerous Newsie in New York on his home turf while thirty of his extremely large friends surrounded him.
Spot thought for a moment. Then he smirked. "I'm sure dat we know exactly who ta blame fer dat liddle mix-up, Mirandy."
"I believe I know exactly what you mean, Spot," Miranda replied, catching on immediately.
"What Mirandy and I're tryin' ta say, Skittery, old buddy, is dat da only reason she ain't nevah hoid a da fearless leader a Brooklyn is 'cause she had a bad teacher," Spot added, punching Skittery's arm lightly.
Miranda hit Skittery's other arm as she said, "You know, Skit, I thought I was learnin' from da best all this time. I have a feelin' I was wrong."
"Hey, come on, guys! Leave me alone! It's not all my fault!" Skittery pleaded.
"Whose is it den, Skits?" Spot asked, grinning, hitting Skittery again.
"Um... well... dere are thoity other Newsies in Manhattan, ya know. So's you can't blame just me! Please?" Skittery begged.
"Hey, Spot. Maybe he's right. We can't blame one person for thirty people's mistakes, you know," Miranda said to Spot.
"Well..... I guess you're right, Mirandy. I guess we'll have ta let ya go free dis time, Skit. But don't let somethin' like dis happen again!" Spot finished, laughing as he got one last smack off before he and Miranda let Skittery go.
"I can't believe dis. I bring Andy heya ta meet ya so's she's got someone on 'er side in Brooklyn, an' you two's already gangin' up on me. I shoulda known. Yep, shoulda seen it comin'." Skittery sighed.
The three Newsies burst into a laughing fit. Skittery was secretly glad that Miranda and Spot had hit it off. He could only imagine what trouble it would have been for the two groups of Newsies if Spot hadn't taken her comments as she meant them, as jokes. After they calmed down, Skittery told Spot that they had also come to meet the girl Newsie there in Brooklyn. Spot told them that she had been dating one of the Brooklyn Newsies, but after the couple had a vicious fight one day, she had left and never returned. Miranda was disappointed, but took a silent pride in remaining the only female Newsie.
*******
Miranda and Skittery spent the entire afternoon with Spot, and all three enjoyed themselves. Promising to visit often, Skittery and Miranda left Brooklyn just as it began to get dark.
They walked slowly, chatting about the day's events, recent news, and anything that came to their minds. They grew quiet as they approached the Brooklyn Bridge, both remembering the uneasy moments spent here on the way to Brooklyn. Miranda stopped at the top of the bridge, looking out over the water, taking in the beauty. Skittery leaned against the railing next to her, facing the opposite direction and gazing up at the sky. Miranda looked over at him. Quietly, she broke the peaceful silence, "Skittery, thanks for bringing me here today."
Skittery met her gaze and smiled. "Oh, no problem. I'm just glad you had a good time."
"It means a lot. Really. I didn't want to go at all, 'specially when I heard how dangerous Spot is. But I knew I could trust you, so I went. And you were right. So, well, just thanks," Miranda concluded.
Skittery said quietly, "You're welcome, Andy," and looked away. Miranda didn't realize it, but her words made Skittery made even worse. Of course he could trust her with his secret. But he didn't want to ruin what had been a very happy, positive day, so he pretended to be tired. They began the rest of their walk homeward. He would tell her... soon.
**************
The next morning when Miranda went to wake up the Newsies, Skittery was gone. Worried, she asked Kloppman if he had seen him that morning. Kloppman told her that Skittery had left early that morning and he had told her to tell the Newsies that he was selling by himself that day in the Bronx, and that he would be back that evening. Kloppman also discreetly handed a hastily written note to Miranda. She walked back to her room, sat on her bed, and began to read:
iGood morning, Andy. Wipe that worried look off your face---/i
Miranda smiled. He knew her very well.
i---Sorry if I scared you. I've got a lot on my mind, and I just need to think about it. By myself. It's things that have been bothering me for years. I promise I'll tell you everything. Oh, and don't tell the guys that's why I left. Please. You'll understand everything soon. Sell some papes for me! --Skittery/i
Miranda refolded the note carefully and tucked it inside her pillowcase. She knew something had been bothering him. She was hurt that he hadn't told her. However, she put all of her worries in the back of her mind until she could bring them up with Skittery.
Miranda sold with Racetrack that day. The headlines were better than average, but Miranda had a little trouble at first. But she tried her best, dredging every piece of advice the Newsies had given her up from her memory. After a little while, she got very good, shouting creative headlines at the top of her lungs.
Racetrack was amazed. He had never seen Miranda that good. He was proud of her. She tried very hard. He was sure Skittery would be pleased, also. Race pondered his two friends' relationship. It was so clear to him that Skittery liked her, just from the way he looked at her. He wondered when they would realize it.
After they had both finished selling, Racetrack took Miranda to Sheepshead Races. They had a great time together. Race hadn't won any money, but he was happy because she had gone with him. He usually had to drag the other Newsies with him. The day at the track helped Miranda get her mind off Skittery. Worrying about him drained her, and although she cared about him very much, worrying all day would achieve nothing.
*******
Racetrack and Miranda were still laughing when they entered the Lodging House later that day. "Rememba da last race, da guy next ta us lost all dat money? I thought he was gonna have a heart attack right den an' dere!" Racetrack chuckled as he signed into Kloppman's register and paid for the night.
Miranda giggled. "I know! The veins were popping out of his neck and everything!"
Racetrack and Miranda were still giggling, but they quieted immediately when the Lodging House door opened, revealing Skittery.
"Heya, Skittery. How's it goin'?" Racetrack asked. "Didja have fun in da Bronx?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess," he responded unemotionally. His eyes met Miranda's, and she frowned when she saw how sad they looked.
Without another word, Skittery signed his name in the register, left his money on the counter and slowly trudged up the stairs. Exchanging a concerned glance, Miranda and Racetrack followed him up to the bunkroom.
Skittery muttered a weak "hey" in response to the chorus of greetings thrown his way by the other Newsies there. He dropped his hat on his bunk and proceeded out the window onto the fire escape and out of sight. Unsure of what to do next, Miranda threw a glance toward Racetrack, who pushed her in the direction Skittery had just gone.
"I know he'll talk ta you. Maybe you can figure out what's goin' on, Andy," Racetrack suggested.
"Well, I guess I can try," Miranda responded, still unsure of what to expect. She glanced at the window, then back at Racetrack. She sighed and then followed Skittery up to the roof.
Miranda grew more concerned about her best friend when she reached her destination. Skittery was sitting on the ground, leaning his back against the ledge. His face still looked troubled. His eyes were closed, so he didn't notice her approach.
She slowly walked over to Skittery and sat down next to him. She didn't say a word, just put her arms around him and hugged him tightly. After a long silence, Skittery pulled away and cleared his throat.
"...Oh, Andy... I don't even know where ta start...." He said slowly, his eyes meeting hers. He found only kindness there. Like always, he felt instantly comfortable.
"I've been so worried, Skittery. I've never seen you so upset before. Please tell me. I want to help," Miranda pleaded.
Skittery again studied Miranda's face. Her tender, heart felt words reminded him why she was his best friend. He could trust her. "Well, it all goes back 'bout eight yeahs ago, right before I became a Newsie..." Skittery then told her the long story of his parents, how they hadn't loved him, of his brother and sister he had loved so much, and how he was abandoned that June morning so many years ago.
Miranda's heart just about broke as she listened to Skittery tell he about his so painful childhood. She could not imagine how hard it must have been for him, especially being so young.
"An' da reason I got upset 'bout all of dis all of a sudden is 'cause it was exactly eight yeahs ago taday I woke up all alone. I jest miss 'em still. I didn't want da guys ta know... well, 'cause I'm 18, almost 19 now, an' I shouldn't be so upset still. Da only otha ones who know are Specs an Jack and Race a little,"
"I'm so sorry, Skit. I had no idea. It must have been so hard for you! You know, I stillm iss my family a lot," She said, her eyes filling with tears. "I know how you feel." Miranda sighed, looking up at Skittery.
Meeting her gaze, Skittery smiled weakly. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. Miranda embraced him again. He rested his head on her shoulder and allowed himself to be comforted for once.
**************
Skittery and Miranda were frequently off by themselves during the next couple of days.
After much talking and several sleepless nights, Skittery began to perk up. He told Miranda everything about his past. She helped him put everything in perspective. As she had realized after her family died, it was good to remember her parents, but never to dwell on the fact that they weren't there anymore. As she had taught Peter, she taught Skittery to come to terms with the loss of his siblings and parents.
On the second afternoon, after a full morning of selling and a light lunch, Skittery and Miranda returned to the Lodging House to do Miranda's chores. Miranda had let Peter pal around with Boots and Snipeshooter; he had more fun with them than following Miranda and Skittery around anyway.
The two friends slowly entered the Lodging House, dragging their feet as two nights' lack of sleep caught up with them suddenly. Kloppman looked up when they walked in, and, upon observing their state of fatigue, sighed. He announced, "Okay you two. Why do you look as if you haven't slept for two days?" He asked in a paternal tone of voice.
Miranda yawned. " 'Cause we haven't," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Well, I won't ask why, but you'd better get on upstairs an' get some sleep before you fall over," Kloppman decided for them, pushing them toward the stairs.
"But I gotta do the chores..." Miranda protested weakly.
"Nope, I'll do 'em. Get on upstairs, both a you. Go on." Kloppman smiled as he watched them climb the stairs ever so slowly. He turned back to his work.
Miranda realized Kloppman was right. She really was quite tired. Yawning, she lost her footing and tripped, almost falling down the stairs. Skittery grabbed her arm quickly and steadied her.
"Guess we's a little more tired than we thought," he observed.
"Yeah, guess so," Miranda responded as they continued up the stairs.
Skittery sleepily stumbled to his bed and climbed on it. Miranda was left standing in the middle of the room, confused. She was so tired, she lost her bearings. Skittery, half asleep already, said,
"Anodda proposition, Andy-jest come on up heyah. It's jest easiah."
Miranda smiled sleepily and replied, "Okay, Skittery." His bed was much closer than her room, and she didn't think she could walk much further without falling over anyway. She climbed up to his bunk and lay down next to him. Skittery put his arm around her, pulling her closer. She snuggled next to him, resting her head on his chest. Warm and cozy, they drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
*******
Later that afternoon, Skittery awoke. He lifted his head and watched Miranda sleeping.
iGod, she really is beautiful. I wonder how I managed not to notice fer so long./i
Skittery smiled and pulled her closer, not feeling like analyzing what was going on in his head. He just enjoyed the moment.
Just then, Miranda stirred. She yawned and stretched, and then she remembered where she was. She did not know whether to get up right then or just stay there in Skittery's warm embrace. She lifted her head off his chest to look into his eyes. He smiled happily, and his soft brown eyes sparkled. Miranda smiled warmly back at her best friend, glad that he seemed truly happy at last. She rested her head back on his chest contentedly. Things finally seemed back to normal.
"How'd ya sleep, Andy?" Skittery asked.
"In your arms, silly," Miranda teased. Skittery hugged her more tightly, and she giggled.
Miranda sat up and stretched again. Skittery put his arms behind his head and gazed at her.
Miranda marveled at how good a couple solid hours of sleep could make a person feel... Not to mention if those hours are spent in Skittery's arms.... Miranda stopped herself short, confused by what was happening. She tried to ignore it as best she could.
Miranda turned herself around on his bunk and sat cross legged, facing him. "So, 're you hungry, Skit?" She asked.
"Now dat you mention it, yeah, I am," he responded, smiling, "How's about we head down ta Tibby's?"
Miranda smiled back. "Sure. Sounds great."
**************
Skittery opened the door to Tibby's, letting Miranda enter first. She walked into the restaurant, scanning the tables to see who was there. Skittery stepped in behind her and stood next to her. Most of the Newsies were already there. Peter, who had been sitting at the counter with Boots and Snipeshooter, saw his sister enter and ran over to her.
"Miranda!" He cried, hugging his sister.
Miranda smiled and hugged her younger brother tightly. "Hey, Petey!"
Peter then hugged Skittery, too. "Hi, Skittery!"
"Hey, kid. How was your day?" Skittery asked.
"Great!" Peter exclaimed, taking one of Miranda's hands and one of Skittery's and led them back to the counter. He then went on to tell them the long-winded story of his day.
Jack, Racetrack, Blink, Mush and Specs had watched with interest Miranda and Skittery enter the restaurant. Spot, who was on a visit from Brooklyn, voiced the thoughts that were running through all of their minds as they watched the two friends together.
"Ya know, some guys fall hard, an' some know at first sight. But it looks like othas fall quiet, when no one's watchin'," he observed, smiling slyly.
"Yeah, da only problem is dat neidder a dem 'll admit it," Racetrack said, sighing. "Dey's blind ta each udder."
The Newsies thought about their two friends for a while. Then, all of a sudden, a wide grin spread across Blink's face.
"What're you so happy 'bout all of a sudden, Blink?" Jack asked, slightly annoyed.
"Oh, I's just got an idea, dat's all," he said.
"Well, how 'bout sharin' it, if it's so amusin', huh?" Race said.
"Well, we's can help Andy and Skittery out a liddle. Ya know, help 'em not be so blind ta each uddah, ya get da idea," Blink smiled proudly.
"Hmm, not bad, Blinky, not bad," Spot said, patting Blink's shoulder in approval. "If dis is all gonna fly, we's got some thinkin' and plannin' ta do. Come on, boys, get yer thinkin' caps. We's got woik ta do."