Newsies "Riddle" Scene
By Brooklyn Bridge
Note to da wise: Newsies and awl it's related concepts belong to history and Disney. Not me. Joizey (New Jersey) is da on'y character dat I created.
Previously on Riddle, parts that haven't been typed yet:
Davey and Joizey were walking home from somewhere (Brooky here can't remember where!), and Davey got attacked and badly injured. Yaddah yaddah.
Dey finally gets tagedduh! What a shock! It's a Mary Sue, Newsies-style!
"What did you say?" She leaped out of her seat, not noticing the barely concealed grins popping up on faces all around Tibby's. Blink looked very serious. "Joizey.it's Davey." She gave a start. "W-what? What's wrong wid 'im? Wheah is he?" The look in Jersey's eyes told Blink all he needed to know. Dat's right, Joiz, keep goin'. Admit it...I know ya likes 'im moah den you think. "Well.I dunno if I should tell ya oah not." Jersey cracked her knuckles. "LOOK, Blinks, I ain't got time fuh dis." Not wanting his good eye blackened, Blink stopped her by holding up one hand. "Awright, awright, Joiz. . . . acshully, come wid me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. "Wait, Blinks, I gots ta pay fuh me food." Blink shook his head. "Daon't worry, dey knows you'll pay latuh. Now come ON." Jersey bit her lip and followed quickly. As they approached the Jacobs' apartment, her apprehension grew. "Blinks.he ain't.he ain't gonna die, is he?" Blink looked surprised, then serious. "Ya needs ta see 'im." She looked stricken. "Oh, please daon't let 'im die." she muttered under her breath. The one-eyed newsboy glanced at his friend. I didn't naow dat she was DIS serious. "Joiz." The girl shook her head silently and kept walking quickly, nearly running, to the point where Blink had a little trouble keeping up with her, despite his taller height. She hurried up the stairs, leaping over two little girls playing dolls and an old man asleep. At the door, she hesitated for a moment, then knocked. Blink was right behind her. Esther Jacobs opened the door. "Hello, Kathleen. Oh, and Samuel. Come in. I was actually just going to get food for supper tonight and run a few errands." Blink grinned good-naturedly. "Dat's alright, Mrs. Jacobs, I'se got somethin' ta do.I'll leave Joi.Kathleen heah." "Oh, alright then. Make yourself at home, Kathleen." Jersey's worried face attracted Mrs. Jacobs' attention, but she wisely refrained from comment and went out as the girl entered the room. .to find David sitting up and reading a book, what little sunshine that filtering down through the buildings shining on his dark curly hair. The brown-haired newsgirl dropped nearly all of her toughness in complete shock. "D.Davey? Ye.yer all right." He closed his book and set it down on the blankets. "Well, I'm not completely well, but I'm definitely getting better." He smiled. "What, did you think I wasn't going to make it or something?" Suddenly he found himself enveloped in a firm but gentle embrace. "Nah. I knew you wasn't gonna give up dat easily." She hugged him tightly, surreptitiously wiping the tears from her eyes behind his back. After he got over the shock of her being in such close proximity, he returned the hug carefully. They sat like that for a little while, the only sounds being a baby crying next door and a high-pitched voice yelling, "Ma, Kaleb did it again!" Jersey reluctantly released him and sat down at the foot of the bed, not taking her eyes off him for so much as a second. "I'se glad yer gettin' bettah.I.we've all missed ya." David smiled slightly. "I missed y.you all too." A slightly awkward pause fell between them, and they both blushed when their eyes met again. "Dave.about dat night." Jersey swallowed. "I'm sorry ya got hoit." He shook his head. "It wasn't your fault.." She interrupted him. "But if I hadn't gone dat night, you wouldn't 'ave gotten involved in da foist place." She looked down at her clenched hands. "It is my fault." Abruptly he leaned forward and put his hand firmly on her shoulder. "Jersey LISTEN TO ME." He pushed on her shoulder so she would turn to face him and looked her straight in the eye. "What happened to me was not your fault. It wasn't ANYONE'S fault. This is New York. Stuff like this happens all the time to all kinds of people." He put his other hand on her other shoulder. "Don't blame yourself for something you couldn't do anything about." She studied his face, then hesitantly reached up and brushed his cheek. "Then.you'se really gonna be fine?" He chuckled. "I'm not sure about that, but I'll be well enough." Both realized the truth at the same time. "Davey, I." "I.I just wanted to say that." "I love you." The last they said almost in unison, and Jersey looked at him with the faintest hope in her eyes. He leaned forward the slightest bit, and kissed her briefly. When he pulled away, he noticed the dark circles under her eyes. "Have you been sleeping at ALL in the last month?" he asked her incredulously. She shook her head. "Not much, I kin tell ya dat." He put his arms around her a bit clumsily and leaned his back against the pillows. She drew her knees up onto the bed, her feet hanging off so as not to dirty the blankets with her shoes, and laid her head on his shoulder. He laid his cheek against her hair, and soon they were both fast asleep, lulled by the sound of each other's breathing and not bothering in the least by the shouts of "Ma, Kaleb's wearing my dress!" coming from upstairs.
By Brooklyn Bridge
Note to da wise: Newsies and awl it's related concepts belong to history and Disney. Not me. Joizey (New Jersey) is da on'y character dat I created.
Previously on Riddle, parts that haven't been typed yet:
Davey and Joizey were walking home from somewhere (Brooky here can't remember where!), and Davey got attacked and badly injured. Yaddah yaddah.
Dey finally gets tagedduh! What a shock! It's a Mary Sue, Newsies-style!
"What did you say?" She leaped out of her seat, not noticing the barely concealed grins popping up on faces all around Tibby's. Blink looked very serious. "Joizey.it's Davey." She gave a start. "W-what? What's wrong wid 'im? Wheah is he?" The look in Jersey's eyes told Blink all he needed to know. Dat's right, Joiz, keep goin'. Admit it...I know ya likes 'im moah den you think. "Well.I dunno if I should tell ya oah not." Jersey cracked her knuckles. "LOOK, Blinks, I ain't got time fuh dis." Not wanting his good eye blackened, Blink stopped her by holding up one hand. "Awright, awright, Joiz. . . . acshully, come wid me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. "Wait, Blinks, I gots ta pay fuh me food." Blink shook his head. "Daon't worry, dey knows you'll pay latuh. Now come ON." Jersey bit her lip and followed quickly. As they approached the Jacobs' apartment, her apprehension grew. "Blinks.he ain't.he ain't gonna die, is he?" Blink looked surprised, then serious. "Ya needs ta see 'im." She looked stricken. "Oh, please daon't let 'im die." she muttered under her breath. The one-eyed newsboy glanced at his friend. I didn't naow dat she was DIS serious. "Joiz." The girl shook her head silently and kept walking quickly, nearly running, to the point where Blink had a little trouble keeping up with her, despite his taller height. She hurried up the stairs, leaping over two little girls playing dolls and an old man asleep. At the door, she hesitated for a moment, then knocked. Blink was right behind her. Esther Jacobs opened the door. "Hello, Kathleen. Oh, and Samuel. Come in. I was actually just going to get food for supper tonight and run a few errands." Blink grinned good-naturedly. "Dat's alright, Mrs. Jacobs, I'se got somethin' ta do.I'll leave Joi.Kathleen heah." "Oh, alright then. Make yourself at home, Kathleen." Jersey's worried face attracted Mrs. Jacobs' attention, but she wisely refrained from comment and went out as the girl entered the room. .to find David sitting up and reading a book, what little sunshine that filtering down through the buildings shining on his dark curly hair. The brown-haired newsgirl dropped nearly all of her toughness in complete shock. "D.Davey? Ye.yer all right." He closed his book and set it down on the blankets. "Well, I'm not completely well, but I'm definitely getting better." He smiled. "What, did you think I wasn't going to make it or something?" Suddenly he found himself enveloped in a firm but gentle embrace. "Nah. I knew you wasn't gonna give up dat easily." She hugged him tightly, surreptitiously wiping the tears from her eyes behind his back. After he got over the shock of her being in such close proximity, he returned the hug carefully. They sat like that for a little while, the only sounds being a baby crying next door and a high-pitched voice yelling, "Ma, Kaleb did it again!" Jersey reluctantly released him and sat down at the foot of the bed, not taking her eyes off him for so much as a second. "I'se glad yer gettin' bettah.I.we've all missed ya." David smiled slightly. "I missed y.you all too." A slightly awkward pause fell between them, and they both blushed when their eyes met again. "Dave.about dat night." Jersey swallowed. "I'm sorry ya got hoit." He shook his head. "It wasn't your fault.." She interrupted him. "But if I hadn't gone dat night, you wouldn't 'ave gotten involved in da foist place." She looked down at her clenched hands. "It is my fault." Abruptly he leaned forward and put his hand firmly on her shoulder. "Jersey LISTEN TO ME." He pushed on her shoulder so she would turn to face him and looked her straight in the eye. "What happened to me was not your fault. It wasn't ANYONE'S fault. This is New York. Stuff like this happens all the time to all kinds of people." He put his other hand on her other shoulder. "Don't blame yourself for something you couldn't do anything about." She studied his face, then hesitantly reached up and brushed his cheek. "Then.you'se really gonna be fine?" He chuckled. "I'm not sure about that, but I'll be well enough." Both realized the truth at the same time. "Davey, I." "I.I just wanted to say that." "I love you." The last they said almost in unison, and Jersey looked at him with the faintest hope in her eyes. He leaned forward the slightest bit, and kissed her briefly. When he pulled away, he noticed the dark circles under her eyes. "Have you been sleeping at ALL in the last month?" he asked her incredulously. She shook her head. "Not much, I kin tell ya dat." He put his arms around her a bit clumsily and leaned his back against the pillows. She drew her knees up onto the bed, her feet hanging off so as not to dirty the blankets with her shoes, and laid her head on his shoulder. He laid his cheek against her hair, and soon they were both fast asleep, lulled by the sound of each other's breathing and not bothering in the least by the shouts of "Ma, Kaleb's wearing my dress!" coming from upstairs.