***********guess what? This is the point where I'd like to uh… point out that this is an AU fic… cuz… like… something miiiiight come up later where people could get mad… yeah. So! Anyway, onto the rest of the fic! I don't own the newsies! The newsies who were real belong to themselves, but mostly they belong to Disney, and now onto the writing styles of one: Skitch************
Click! The sound of the hairpin turning in the lock and the pleasant opening resounded in the air as the three girls rushed through the gates, only to whoop and hollar once the lock was replaced.
"That was awesome!" Jo exclaimed, running high on adrenaline as she skipped a little down the street, her two friends followed and they slowed to a stop when they felt safe from the house. Jo turned to face her friends. "Alright, where to?" she glanced between the two.
"Don't look at me, this was your guys' idea." Rose held her hands in protest.
"Correction, it was Jo's idea." Celia pointed out, placing her hands on her hips. The group started to move forward slowly with Jo hop-skipping backwards in front of them along the street.
"Alright, we'll go where our feet take us!" Jo suggested.
Celia and rose looked at each other apprehensively. "uhh… No." They chorused.
"You guys are no fun." Jo chortled with a bright smile that suddenly disappeared as she collided almost back-to-back with a boy coming down the perpendicular Willie Street. It caused her to stumble and evidently fall to the ground. Her company burst into laughter as she did herself as she rolled on the cobblestone.
The slightly confused blonde boy spun around looking in all the wrong places for the person he had run into as his own company burst into laughter. He glanced down finally and saw Jo laying in the street. He offered a hand, "You okay?" he asked.
The redhead accepted his hand and brought herself to her feet. "Fine, I'm fine." She replied, assessing her attacker. He was tall, taller than Celia who was the tallest teen she had ever met. He had snow blonde hair and glasses that rested low on his nose. He wore a backwards gray cap and an open rustic orange shirt, rolled to the elbows that revealed a graying undershirt. His suspenders hung low around his knees away from his brown pants and he had a bright smile.
"Good." He said with a wink, "Can't have it goin' round that I hurt goils, now can I?" he replied in his thick New York accent.
"Guess not." She replied as his curly haired companion approached. The boy put a hand on the blonde's shoulder,
"C'mon, we'll be late." He said flicking his head in the direction they were going.
Jo waved for no apparent reason as Celia laughed quietly, "Let's go, the night awaits us." She linked arms with her friends and they started down Broome Street.
*****sooo… any ideas? Comments? Flames?****