Author's Note: Although I am one of the main cynics when it comes to
original female characters, I had to give in to this one. So here is my
warning: This is me using the Newsies to cheer myself up. Personally I
don't think it is that bad, but hey, of course I'm gonna be biased. I don't
own the boys, but I do own Brooke, considering that she is based on me,
craziness and all, except of course for the fact that I don't live in 1899
Manhattan and I don't have a lodging house full of Newsies (yet oh, how
sweet that would be!!!) If you don't think this is for you, don't read it.
But if you DO read it, please PLEASE leave me a review!
This is unfinished at the moment, the next chapter should be added soon!!!
Title suggestions are MORE than welcome, I am just using this title so I could hurry up and post, I don't like it that much though (the title that is!).
*// …. // means inner thoughts
Warning: This story contains *HIGH* amounts of angst, incidents of severe depression, and other stuff that if I put in here would give away some of the story. If you are likely to be offended by this read elsewhere. Thanks!!
This story is dedicated to Web Writer Witch who helps me make hard decisions in the middle of U.S. History Class! *waves*
Title: Secrets Best Left Untold
Author: Neffie
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In Manhattan the air was just beginning to turn colder, The leaves on the trees that stood in Central Park had turned a million different shades of red, yellow, orange and brown. The sounds of the city drifted all throughout the streets. Cool winds were brushing into Tibby's Restaurant as customers came and went.
Four boys sat at a back table listening intently to a young Italian, waving a cigar around as he spoke "... And so I look 'im dead in da eyes and say, 'Listen Bum! You owes me from that bet last Thursday! And so he says 'But Race! I got a hot tip for ya!' and I says to him, 'I'm gonna give ya a tip! The tip of my shoe when I soak ya!" Laughter erupted from the table. Brooke smiled to herself at the happy sounds as she picked up her tray to take over to the group.
"I'm tellin' youse guys," Mush began "I met this girl the other night down by Medda's who had the best set of…" A hand was slapped over his mouth as Brooke set down each boys' plate in front of him. "Not in front of the lady, Mush," Blink wagged a finger in his curly headed friend's face. Brooke couldn't help but laugh while Mush's cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
"What, are ya kiddin' me? Brooke 'ere's been around us enough to hear worse dan dat!" Dutchy threw in his comment with a laugh, which the others quickly joined in.
The young waitress shook her head and smiled. "Will you gentlemen be requiring any other refreshments during your dining experience this evening?" she asked with a slight mocking curtsey. At the blank and puzzled stares she received, Specs rolled his eyes. "In other words, ya bums want anything else?" Brooke covered her giggle with her hand and winked at Specs.
Briefly, jealously flamed in Blink at the sight of his girl winking at Specs, and he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He took a deep breath and shook the notions from his head. Brooke and Specs were best friends and had been longer than Blink had even known her. It had been Specs that had been the major factor in Brooke and Blink getting together, with Brooke being too shy to approach Blink and Blink not knowing how to act around a girl that he actually cared for, instead of just seeing as a casual fling. Yet still, Blink had deep rooted fears of losing Brooke. Ever since losing his parents in the accident, it was hard for him to let people in close enough to love them, yet with time and more patience than anyone had thought was possible, Brooke had worked her way past his walls.
"I've got to go back to work," Brooke said softly as she brushed her lips against his cheek in a quick kiss. She stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of her skirt, and walked back to the counter.
A few minutes later, as she was wiping down the counter she looked up to find Specs standing there. "What can I get for ya Specs?"
"Eh, the guys over dere are wantin' dessert and sent me over as a fetchin' boy." Specs nodded his head in the direction of the back table.
"Ah, of course. I should have known. There's some peach cobbler made fresh this mornin'. I figured you guys would be comin' by this evening. I'll go heat it up and bring it right out." Brooke reached across the counter to grab a glass left abandoned by a customer. The sleeve of her blouse rode up ever so slightly, Specs jaw dropped and he did a double take at what he saw there.
Grabbing ahold of her wrist, Specs finally found his voice. "Jesus Brooke! What happened?" He pushed her sleeve up further to reveal a long jagged cut running down the inside of her forearm. Fear seized his heart at the injury. It almost looked as if she had tried to… //No, not Brooke, she wouldn't do somethin' like dat// he thought to himself.
Unsuccessfully, Brooke tried to pull her arm away from Specs tight grasp. "I dropped a plate this morning and I managed to nick myself with. I'm so clumsy sometimes." She laughed at this, but it sounded hollow and forced. Added to the fact that she had gone pale the moment Specs had grabbed her arm, he found it hard to believe her story. "Listen, Specs… Don't tell Blink about it this, alright? I don't want him worryin' about me, you know how he tends to be overdramatic at times. It was just a lil accident." Brooke turned pleading eyes to Specs, he could see that she was keeping the truth from him. There was a long minute where he simply looked her in the eyes, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. He noticed her eyes becoming shimmery with tears. Something was very wrong.
"Brooke," he began, still not letting go of her wrist. "We're best friends, right? If somethin' was wrong... you'd lemme know, wouldn't ya?"
"Of course, Specs," she said, while something not unlike fear flashed in her eyes.
On the other side of the small restaurant, Blink had glanced over to see what was taking Specs so long with their deserts. From where he was sitting it almost looked as if… //Nah. They can't be holdin' hands. Not Specs.// Blink tried to convince himself. Once again the jealously began to bubble up inside of him. "Hey Specs!" he shouted across the room, "youse got those desserts yet?"
It was with that that Specs finally let go of Brooke, letting her go and do her job. He walked slowly back to the table. His mind was obviously elsewhere. "Brooke'll have some cobbler out for us in a bit," he told the others distractedly.
"Oh Boy!" Mush exclaimed. Blink merely eyed Specs across the table with something close akin to suspicion. Neither of the two spoke much for the rest of the evening, each lost in his own thoughts.
Author's Note: Next chapter to be added soon So you guys like it, hate it, love it, want some more of it? Constructive criticism craved, flames will be shared and heartily laughed at in second period with Web Writer Witch!
This is unfinished at the moment, the next chapter should be added soon!!!
Title suggestions are MORE than welcome, I am just using this title so I could hurry up and post, I don't like it that much though (the title that is!).
*// …. // means inner thoughts
Warning: This story contains *HIGH* amounts of angst, incidents of severe depression, and other stuff that if I put in here would give away some of the story. If you are likely to be offended by this read elsewhere. Thanks!!
This story is dedicated to Web Writer Witch who helps me make hard decisions in the middle of U.S. History Class! *waves*
Title: Secrets Best Left Untold
Author: Neffie
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In Manhattan the air was just beginning to turn colder, The leaves on the trees that stood in Central Park had turned a million different shades of red, yellow, orange and brown. The sounds of the city drifted all throughout the streets. Cool winds were brushing into Tibby's Restaurant as customers came and went.
Four boys sat at a back table listening intently to a young Italian, waving a cigar around as he spoke "... And so I look 'im dead in da eyes and say, 'Listen Bum! You owes me from that bet last Thursday! And so he says 'But Race! I got a hot tip for ya!' and I says to him, 'I'm gonna give ya a tip! The tip of my shoe when I soak ya!" Laughter erupted from the table. Brooke smiled to herself at the happy sounds as she picked up her tray to take over to the group.
"I'm tellin' youse guys," Mush began "I met this girl the other night down by Medda's who had the best set of…" A hand was slapped over his mouth as Brooke set down each boys' plate in front of him. "Not in front of the lady, Mush," Blink wagged a finger in his curly headed friend's face. Brooke couldn't help but laugh while Mush's cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
"What, are ya kiddin' me? Brooke 'ere's been around us enough to hear worse dan dat!" Dutchy threw in his comment with a laugh, which the others quickly joined in.
The young waitress shook her head and smiled. "Will you gentlemen be requiring any other refreshments during your dining experience this evening?" she asked with a slight mocking curtsey. At the blank and puzzled stares she received, Specs rolled his eyes. "In other words, ya bums want anything else?" Brooke covered her giggle with her hand and winked at Specs.
Briefly, jealously flamed in Blink at the sight of his girl winking at Specs, and he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He took a deep breath and shook the notions from his head. Brooke and Specs were best friends and had been longer than Blink had even known her. It had been Specs that had been the major factor in Brooke and Blink getting together, with Brooke being too shy to approach Blink and Blink not knowing how to act around a girl that he actually cared for, instead of just seeing as a casual fling. Yet still, Blink had deep rooted fears of losing Brooke. Ever since losing his parents in the accident, it was hard for him to let people in close enough to love them, yet with time and more patience than anyone had thought was possible, Brooke had worked her way past his walls.
"I've got to go back to work," Brooke said softly as she brushed her lips against his cheek in a quick kiss. She stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of her skirt, and walked back to the counter.
A few minutes later, as she was wiping down the counter she looked up to find Specs standing there. "What can I get for ya Specs?"
"Eh, the guys over dere are wantin' dessert and sent me over as a fetchin' boy." Specs nodded his head in the direction of the back table.
"Ah, of course. I should have known. There's some peach cobbler made fresh this mornin'. I figured you guys would be comin' by this evening. I'll go heat it up and bring it right out." Brooke reached across the counter to grab a glass left abandoned by a customer. The sleeve of her blouse rode up ever so slightly, Specs jaw dropped and he did a double take at what he saw there.
Grabbing ahold of her wrist, Specs finally found his voice. "Jesus Brooke! What happened?" He pushed her sleeve up further to reveal a long jagged cut running down the inside of her forearm. Fear seized his heart at the injury. It almost looked as if she had tried to… //No, not Brooke, she wouldn't do somethin' like dat// he thought to himself.
Unsuccessfully, Brooke tried to pull her arm away from Specs tight grasp. "I dropped a plate this morning and I managed to nick myself with. I'm so clumsy sometimes." She laughed at this, but it sounded hollow and forced. Added to the fact that she had gone pale the moment Specs had grabbed her arm, he found it hard to believe her story. "Listen, Specs… Don't tell Blink about it this, alright? I don't want him worryin' about me, you know how he tends to be overdramatic at times. It was just a lil accident." Brooke turned pleading eyes to Specs, he could see that she was keeping the truth from him. There was a long minute where he simply looked her in the eyes, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. He noticed her eyes becoming shimmery with tears. Something was very wrong.
"Brooke," he began, still not letting go of her wrist. "We're best friends, right? If somethin' was wrong... you'd lemme know, wouldn't ya?"
"Of course, Specs," she said, while something not unlike fear flashed in her eyes.
On the other side of the small restaurant, Blink had glanced over to see what was taking Specs so long with their deserts. From where he was sitting it almost looked as if… //Nah. They can't be holdin' hands. Not Specs.// Blink tried to convince himself. Once again the jealously began to bubble up inside of him. "Hey Specs!" he shouted across the room, "youse got those desserts yet?"
It was with that that Specs finally let go of Brooke, letting her go and do her job. He walked slowly back to the table. His mind was obviously elsewhere. "Brooke'll have some cobbler out for us in a bit," he told the others distractedly.
"Oh Boy!" Mush exclaimed. Blink merely eyed Specs across the table with something close akin to suspicion. Neither of the two spoke much for the rest of the evening, each lost in his own thoughts.
Author's Note: Next chapter to be added soon So you guys like it, hate it, love it, want some more of it? Constructive criticism craved, flames will be shared and heartily laughed at in second period with Web Writer Witch!
