Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies. All I own is Stage. ToT/Slingshot owns herself.
Opening Comments: u_u We are nearing the end, my friends. Immigrants is a total of nine chapters, two more after this one. Keep reviewin'!
Shout Outs~
Dragon: Let's think about this, tho. If you were a newsie and one of your friends turned out to be a member of the opposite sex, what would you do? XD Personally, I'd flip out.
Skitch: No, Stage and ToT never said they were girls. Thanks for the suggestion, but it's a kinda cliché-ish line. ^.~
Bluehag: ^^ Just wait 'till you see how worse we can make our days. BWAHA!
Rae Kelly and DxInsider: Thank you!
Dreamsock: You probably don't remember, but Stage (in chapter 1) put her hair back into a ducktail. So…taking off the hat might not help. ^^;
Dreamcoat: Uh…you're welcome…?
Bam: Heh, thanks. No, the boys aren't gay…why do you ask?
Explanation: ToT is the same person as Slingshot. Slingshot is just her cover-up when she's "a guy" so to speak.
Title: Immigrants
Authors: Stage and ToT (partners in fic-writing crime!)
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Boots, Spot, Jack, Dutchy, Mush, Dave, Blink, and Specs sat around at Tibby's, discussing the days events. It had been an hour since they had dropped Stage and Slingshot off at the place where they were staying.
"Think they feeling better?" Dave asked.
"That Slingshot was rather disgruntled from being wet." Spot replied calmly as he took a bite of his sandwich. "Stage seemed to be half asleep by the time we got back."
"Big day, I suppose." Blink said. "I had to drag Stage up the stairs."
"'Up the stairs'? 'Up the stairs'?!" Specs demanded, sending an annoyed glace in Blink's direction. "Try all the way home."
"I wonder if they're together…" Mush mused. All seven dropped their forks with a clatter and fixed him with a weird look.
"Is that all you think about?" Boots asked.
"I answered this question already."
"Does it matter if they're together or not?" Jack asked.
"I want to know." Mush whined. "Lets go!"
"No!" They all groaned.
"Go by yourself." Dutchy told him.
"Can't. I don't remember where the place is." He said with a shrug. The others groaned and dished out payment for their separate pieces of food. A particularly happy Mush led the way out of Tibby's, soon to be replaced by Spot who remembered the route.
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"Stage? Slingshot?" Mush asked, knocking on the door. Getting no reply, he tested the knob.
"Mush! We shouldn't just walk in." Dave hissed.
"Shouldn't, but we are." He replied with a shrug. Mush pushed the door open and walked in, followed closely by the others. "Stage? Slingshot?"
"Hm?" Came a sleepy voice from the bed. Stage sat up and stretched. Upon seeing who had walked in the door, he froze. Stage fell backwards off the bed with a thud. "What are you doing here?!"
"Uhhum, did we walk in the wrong room?" Mush stammered. "Spot! I thought you knew the way!"
"I do. This is the right room." He snapped.
"Get out!" Stage shrieked, pitching a paperweight at the group.
"Ack!"
"Look out!"
"Ouch!"
"Out, out, OUT!" Stage yelled continuing to throw things. The boys fled the room and slammed the door behind them.
"Well, Mush. Get the answer you wanted?" Blink asked.
"More than one." He said in a sulky tone, rubbing the spot where the paperweight had hit. "What the hell is going on? I thought they said they weren't gay!"
"They did. Meaning they 'like boys', idiot." Dutchy told him. "Field's clear for you, eh Specs?"
"Shut up, big mouth." Specs answered, pushing him roughly. "I'll send you down the stairs."
"You just try it!"
"Cut it out, you two." Jack cut in.
"So…they're both girls?" Dave asked, quietly. There was a silence as the others looked at him with half-closed eyes.
"Good, Davey." Blink replied, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Hm, goil Newsies…think of the possibilities, would ya?" Mush said with a freakishly huge grin upon his face.
"If you guys are done…" Snapped a voice from the doorway. The boys turned around to see Slingshot in much dryer clothes.
"Youse gots some explainin' to do, Slingshot." Jack said.
"It ain't Slingshot anymore." She replied. "My real name's ToT."
"ToT rhymes with Spot!" Dutchy exclaimed.
"Watch your back in Brooklyn, Dutchy." Spot growled.
"Back upon the subject…we deserves an explanation." Jack interrupted, yet again. "Like whys you two told us youse was boys."
"We didn't tell you," Stage replied coming into view, still blushing, and buttoning up the last few buttons on a clean shirt. "You assumed we were because we 'walked the walk and talked the talk'."
"But why the cover-up?"
"Why do you think, Jackie-boy?" ToT shot back. "You think we would have gotten a fair deal on papes otherwise? Men tend to think women are gullible."
"Not that y'all are better paper sellers than us, you understand." Stage added.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Boots asked. "We've been doing this all our lives. Youse just came in."
"We've got secret weapons, you know." ToT replied. "Like charm, good looks, sweet talk…" She started counting off on her fingers.
"All right, all right. Hows 'bout this, then?" Jack said, pushing to the front where he towered over the two girls. "A sell-off. We divide into teams and whoever sells the most papes tomorrow is the better seller."
"You're on, Jackie-boy." Stage replied, raising herself to her full height…which still didn't account for much compared to him. "Me and ToT on one team, you pick another newsie for yours."
"Fine. Blink, you're with me. Tomorrow, at the distribution office. One hundred papes, whoever's done first wins."
"See you." ToT announced, slamming the door.
"Jack, you sure this is such a good idea?" Blink asked in a low voice.
"'Course it's a good idea." Jack replied without a second thought. "We need plenty of sleep tonight. Lets go."
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Closing Comments: Stage and ToT + Sell-off = Not good. XD Next chapters are full of insane-ish stuffies.