(AN: I may not be able to post for a couple of days, because I won't be
near an internet hook up…I'll have something ready though for when I get
back( Also, thanx to Fastdancr and Redhood79 for reviewing!!!)
Sarah awoke the next morning in a tired haze. She couldn't help but smile. She sat up lazily, and then let herself fall back down onto her pillow. The dream she had had last night was too great to want to leave. Finally compromising with the fact that she had to get up, she reluctantly pulled herself out of bed, and started to get ready.
"I'll just keep that dream to myself." The girl smirked inwardly. Images of Jack along with other snippets of her dream danced around in her head as she pulled back her hair for the day ahead.
She walked airily into the kitchen and started on breakfast. A few minutes later Les was up, and sitting at the table still going on about the strike.
"I wonder what it'll be like out there today. Maybe, they'll think we did so well, that they will make us pay even less for our papes than before!"
"I doubt that one, Les." David replied as he finished buttoning his shirt and sat beside his brother. "With all the money Pulitzer lost during the strike, my guess is that he would rather run around Manhattan naked than even think of lowering the price of papes." The boys shivered…the thought of Pulitzer naked was just wrong.
Sarah took the pot off the stove and dished up some oatmeal for her brothers, and then filled bowls for her parents as well. She didn't care for oatmeal much, so she usually just skipped breakfast.
"Something smells delicious out here!" her father came from his room grinning. "Did you decide to cook us some eggs and bacon this morning, Sarah?" the man mused.
"Sure, papa, anything you want." She smiled at her father warmly, though he said the same sort of thing to her every morning. They were all tired of oatmeal, but with papa still hurt and out of a job, there's nothing they can do but be happy with the gross globby mess in front of them.
The family ate their meal while Sarah got to some sewing, and then all got up at the same time to say goodbye and go their separate ways.
"Les and I are off to go sell. We'll be back this evening." And with that they were out the door. Mr. Jacobs went into his room to go read for awhile, as he did every morning, and Mrs. Jacobs decided that it was time to clean the kitchen.
Sarah could not seem to keep her mind on her sewing. With the clatter of her mother across the room, and the thoughts of the day before still circling around in her head…and that kiss…there was no way that she could possibly concentrate on making the proper stitches. She promptly stood up and set her work in the basket beside her chair.
"Mama, may I please go for a walk? I feel the need to be outside today."
Meanwhile, at the distribution office, Jack was giving Mr. Weisel his usual dose of mischief.
"Heya there Weasel! And how are yaz today? Any good headlines?"
"How should I know, I just sells em to ya rotten kids. Now hurry up, I don't wanna be here all day!"
The chubby little man behind the counter snarled at Jack through the bars. He didn't like Jack at all; the kid was just too ornery.
"OK then, a hundred papes." Jack tossed his money onto the counter, picked up his papers, and went off. "See yaz later Weasel."
"Hey Cowboy, any good headlines today?"
"Now how many times I gotta tell ya, Mush? Ya know that headlines ain't what sells the papes, newsies sells the papes. And don't you ever forget it."
Mush rolled his eyes and nodded his head in understanding. He had heard that lecture a million times, he just wanted to know if there was anything about the end of the strike in there.
After Davey picked up his papes, he and Les met up with Jack at the statue and started off to their usual spots.
"So, Jack, I noticed you and Sarah were having a good time last night." David laughed. Jack only blushed. Dave had never seen his friend blush before, so he decided to take advantage of this chance.
"Yea, I saw you two," he smirked and mockery filled his voice.
Les caught on at that point, and the two started to make kissing noises at him. Jack's embarrassment and frustration got the better of him though, and turning, he shouted,
"Hey, cut it out yous guys!"
The brothers knew not to get Jack's temper up, so they let the matter drop. They just kept on going, selling their papes and collecting their money.
"Baby born with half a head!"
"The Pope outlaws beer!"
"Corpse found in the local bakery!"
Around noon, they headed off for Tibby's to meet up with the rest of the newsies for lunch. As they came in through the door, a flood of greetings and handshakes greeted them.
"Heya Jacky-boy, Heya Davey! Howsit goin today?"
"Hey Cowboy, come have a seat over here with us, cuz we was just arguing about the best places to sell, and you know em better then anyone!"
"Davey! What's a big word for 'tripping'?"
The boys joined their friends, and chatted merrily as they ate about the headlines, the strike, and any funny things anyone had noticed while selling. Boots saw a beggar lady with four hands, but she turned out to just be a lady with a kid in her lap. Blink saw a guy on a bicycle run into a tree, and Dutchy saw an old man picking his nose at a trolley stop. None of them had any clue of what was going on right down the block from where they were eating.
(AN: sorry to leave ya here for the time being guys, but it's one way that I can try and keep you reading!! Any ideas on what's coming next? I have an idea, but I want to see what you guys think. I had to get boringness out of the way before I could get to the good stuff, you know how it goes! Please review!)
Sarah awoke the next morning in a tired haze. She couldn't help but smile. She sat up lazily, and then let herself fall back down onto her pillow. The dream she had had last night was too great to want to leave. Finally compromising with the fact that she had to get up, she reluctantly pulled herself out of bed, and started to get ready.
"I'll just keep that dream to myself." The girl smirked inwardly. Images of Jack along with other snippets of her dream danced around in her head as she pulled back her hair for the day ahead.
She walked airily into the kitchen and started on breakfast. A few minutes later Les was up, and sitting at the table still going on about the strike.
"I wonder what it'll be like out there today. Maybe, they'll think we did so well, that they will make us pay even less for our papes than before!"
"I doubt that one, Les." David replied as he finished buttoning his shirt and sat beside his brother. "With all the money Pulitzer lost during the strike, my guess is that he would rather run around Manhattan naked than even think of lowering the price of papes." The boys shivered…the thought of Pulitzer naked was just wrong.
Sarah took the pot off the stove and dished up some oatmeal for her brothers, and then filled bowls for her parents as well. She didn't care for oatmeal much, so she usually just skipped breakfast.
"Something smells delicious out here!" her father came from his room grinning. "Did you decide to cook us some eggs and bacon this morning, Sarah?" the man mused.
"Sure, papa, anything you want." She smiled at her father warmly, though he said the same sort of thing to her every morning. They were all tired of oatmeal, but with papa still hurt and out of a job, there's nothing they can do but be happy with the gross globby mess in front of them.
The family ate their meal while Sarah got to some sewing, and then all got up at the same time to say goodbye and go their separate ways.
"Les and I are off to go sell. We'll be back this evening." And with that they were out the door. Mr. Jacobs went into his room to go read for awhile, as he did every morning, and Mrs. Jacobs decided that it was time to clean the kitchen.
Sarah could not seem to keep her mind on her sewing. With the clatter of her mother across the room, and the thoughts of the day before still circling around in her head…and that kiss…there was no way that she could possibly concentrate on making the proper stitches. She promptly stood up and set her work in the basket beside her chair.
"Mama, may I please go for a walk? I feel the need to be outside today."
Meanwhile, at the distribution office, Jack was giving Mr. Weisel his usual dose of mischief.
"Heya there Weasel! And how are yaz today? Any good headlines?"
"How should I know, I just sells em to ya rotten kids. Now hurry up, I don't wanna be here all day!"
The chubby little man behind the counter snarled at Jack through the bars. He didn't like Jack at all; the kid was just too ornery.
"OK then, a hundred papes." Jack tossed his money onto the counter, picked up his papers, and went off. "See yaz later Weasel."
"Hey Cowboy, any good headlines today?"
"Now how many times I gotta tell ya, Mush? Ya know that headlines ain't what sells the papes, newsies sells the papes. And don't you ever forget it."
Mush rolled his eyes and nodded his head in understanding. He had heard that lecture a million times, he just wanted to know if there was anything about the end of the strike in there.
After Davey picked up his papes, he and Les met up with Jack at the statue and started off to their usual spots.
"So, Jack, I noticed you and Sarah were having a good time last night." David laughed. Jack only blushed. Dave had never seen his friend blush before, so he decided to take advantage of this chance.
"Yea, I saw you two," he smirked and mockery filled his voice.
Les caught on at that point, and the two started to make kissing noises at him. Jack's embarrassment and frustration got the better of him though, and turning, he shouted,
"Hey, cut it out yous guys!"
The brothers knew not to get Jack's temper up, so they let the matter drop. They just kept on going, selling their papes and collecting their money.
"Baby born with half a head!"
"The Pope outlaws beer!"
"Corpse found in the local bakery!"
Around noon, they headed off for Tibby's to meet up with the rest of the newsies for lunch. As they came in through the door, a flood of greetings and handshakes greeted them.
"Heya Jacky-boy, Heya Davey! Howsit goin today?"
"Hey Cowboy, come have a seat over here with us, cuz we was just arguing about the best places to sell, and you know em better then anyone!"
"Davey! What's a big word for 'tripping'?"
The boys joined their friends, and chatted merrily as they ate about the headlines, the strike, and any funny things anyone had noticed while selling. Boots saw a beggar lady with four hands, but she turned out to just be a lady with a kid in her lap. Blink saw a guy on a bicycle run into a tree, and Dutchy saw an old man picking his nose at a trolley stop. None of them had any clue of what was going on right down the block from where they were eating.
(AN: sorry to leave ya here for the time being guys, but it's one way that I can try and keep you reading!! Any ideas on what's coming next? I have an idea, but I want to see what you guys think. I had to get boringness out of the way before I could get to the good stuff, you know how it goes! Please review!)