Hiya! Sorry this is a few days late but I had to go lots of places
unexpectedly LOL. But anyway, this is chapter two and I hope it's better
than chapter one LoL. I spent a little more time on this because I have no
life. ^-^ Ok. So please please please review! I'll love you forever if you
do!! And if you want to be in the story, just e-mail me and let me know ^-^
Love,
Moon*Star
For Mush, the next few days seemed to go on forever. He wanted to see his best friend again. He couldn't wait. Finally Saturday came and he headed to Central Park, hoping to death that he would see her there. He looked around, searching for her. Suddenly his breath caught in his throat.
'My God,' he thought, 'how did she'se get so beautiful? She neva used to be like.this.'
He walked up to her slowly, trying to keep his cool.
"Bay?" he whispered very quietly so she could just barely hear. She turned around slowly.
"Jeremy?" she murmured back.
"Yes," he replied, touching her face, proving to himself that this wasn't just a dream.
She covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh Jeremy, I've missed you so much! How have you been? You're so grown up!" She hugged him with tears running down her face.
"I'se missed you, too. I'se so sorry for leavin' you'se dat day. I'se so so sorry."
"Jeremy, don't be. You had to go or your father would kill you, you know that, I know that. And let's not spoil this. Oh, I've missed you so!"
He hugged her tighter and inhaled her sweet scent: honeysuckle. She still smelled the same after all those years. He took a step back from her and rested his hands on her shoulder.
"My God, how'se didja get so poity? What happened ta da little goil you'se used ta be?" he murmured.
"I am still that little girl, just grown up. And you have become very handsome."
"Become?"
"Oh shush. My goodness, we have SO much to catch up on."
"Yea, we'se really do. Do ya.uh.do ya wanna go ta Tibby's?" Mush asked.
"YES! I would love to; I have yet to find another restaurant with better quality food than Tibby's."
He smiled at her childish actions. "Okay, let's go."
They chatted as they walked, and finally reached the infamous newsies hangout.
"Uh.Jeremy, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Bay asked nervously.
"You'se just did, but shoot anyways."
"What is it like.living on the street? Pardon me asking."
"It's fine. It's betta' than living as a muckety muck. You'se get ta do whatcha want wit'out havin' to answa ta parents. You'se get a freedom that you'se don't get when you'se bein' waited on hand an' foot."
"But when you're a so called 'muckety muck' you don't have to worry about starving and you don't have to worry about whether you die!"
"Doncha think I'se know that, Bay?" Mush said. "I'se was a muckety muck just like you'se are. But I'se chose ta get away from that. I chose ta fend for meself and I'se think I'se done a poity good job at it. I'se isn't spoiled an' I'se don't think I'se is betta than anyone."
"Are you implying that I am and do?" Bay asked huffily.
"No, but I'se saying most muckety mucks are. You'se is one o' da decent ones. After all, you'se is talking ta a street rat right now."
"You are not a street rat, Jeremy Matthew Myers."
"I am now."
"No you are not."
"Whateva' you'se say, my Astra, whateva you'se say," he relented, placing his arm around her shoulders. She gladly leaned into him. "Say, uh, do you'se wanna go see da fellas?"
She clapped her hands quickly in delight. "Oh I would LOVE to. I haven't seen anyone but Race since we were, what, thirteen?"
"Alrightey then. Let's go."
A/N Eh, not good I know, but still I'd love it if your read and reviewed and let me know what to work on and what's good. I'll love ya forever if you do :-D.
Love,
Moon*Star
Love,
Moon*Star
For Mush, the next few days seemed to go on forever. He wanted to see his best friend again. He couldn't wait. Finally Saturday came and he headed to Central Park, hoping to death that he would see her there. He looked around, searching for her. Suddenly his breath caught in his throat.
'My God,' he thought, 'how did she'se get so beautiful? She neva used to be like.this.'
He walked up to her slowly, trying to keep his cool.
"Bay?" he whispered very quietly so she could just barely hear. She turned around slowly.
"Jeremy?" she murmured back.
"Yes," he replied, touching her face, proving to himself that this wasn't just a dream.
She covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh Jeremy, I've missed you so much! How have you been? You're so grown up!" She hugged him with tears running down her face.
"I'se missed you, too. I'se so sorry for leavin' you'se dat day. I'se so so sorry."
"Jeremy, don't be. You had to go or your father would kill you, you know that, I know that. And let's not spoil this. Oh, I've missed you so!"
He hugged her tighter and inhaled her sweet scent: honeysuckle. She still smelled the same after all those years. He took a step back from her and rested his hands on her shoulder.
"My God, how'se didja get so poity? What happened ta da little goil you'se used ta be?" he murmured.
"I am still that little girl, just grown up. And you have become very handsome."
"Become?"
"Oh shush. My goodness, we have SO much to catch up on."
"Yea, we'se really do. Do ya.uh.do ya wanna go ta Tibby's?" Mush asked.
"YES! I would love to; I have yet to find another restaurant with better quality food than Tibby's."
He smiled at her childish actions. "Okay, let's go."
They chatted as they walked, and finally reached the infamous newsies hangout.
"Uh.Jeremy, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Bay asked nervously.
"You'se just did, but shoot anyways."
"What is it like.living on the street? Pardon me asking."
"It's fine. It's betta' than living as a muckety muck. You'se get ta do whatcha want wit'out havin' to answa ta parents. You'se get a freedom that you'se don't get when you'se bein' waited on hand an' foot."
"But when you're a so called 'muckety muck' you don't have to worry about starving and you don't have to worry about whether you die!"
"Doncha think I'se know that, Bay?" Mush said. "I'se was a muckety muck just like you'se are. But I'se chose ta get away from that. I chose ta fend for meself and I'se think I'se done a poity good job at it. I'se isn't spoiled an' I'se don't think I'se is betta than anyone."
"Are you implying that I am and do?" Bay asked huffily.
"No, but I'se saying most muckety mucks are. You'se is one o' da decent ones. After all, you'se is talking ta a street rat right now."
"You are not a street rat, Jeremy Matthew Myers."
"I am now."
"No you are not."
"Whateva' you'se say, my Astra, whateva you'se say," he relented, placing his arm around her shoulders. She gladly leaned into him. "Say, uh, do you'se wanna go see da fellas?"
She clapped her hands quickly in delight. "Oh I would LOVE to. I haven't seen anyone but Race since we were, what, thirteen?"
"Alrightey then. Let's go."
A/N Eh, not good I know, but still I'd love it if your read and reviewed and let me know what to work on and what's good. I'll love ya forever if you do :-D.
Love,
Moon*Star