San Antonio Rose: Well, I'm not a big fan. My sister is. It's one of her
most favorite movies of all time. I spelled it like that because of the
fact that when I was looking at a map of Texas trying to decide on a town,
that's how the map spelled it. I'm going to go back and change that. Oh
yeah! They're from the movie.
VinylNoMiko, Jo, Ann Valentine, Rae Kelly: I had to get the audience wanting more, so here's more
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies or any thing affiliated with them. I hope Disney is happy.
**
Friday morning came and went with no signs of the mysterious James Johnson. Some of the boys stopped by the lodging house during lunch to see if the new owner had arrived, only to find no one their. Most of the boys didn't expect James to ever show up at all when they returned to the lodging house that night.
The Manhattan newsies sat around the old, dust covered lobby playing cards, marbles, or talking Friday evening. No one noticed the door to the lodging house open or someone walking in until they heard a loud thud. Every head in the lobby looked at the person, no make that a girl, standing in the doorway behind a large trunk with a carpetbag over each arm. She wore well-worn pants, a shirt with the top few buttons undone, and a beige trench coat that stopped just below her knees. She carefully readjusted the dusty brown cowboy hat that rested on her head letting a few strands of her sun-bleached hair escape from underneath. The girl answered every newsies' question when she opened her mouth and let her voice out.
"First off, before anyone asks any questions, I would like to apologize for sounding like bitch, but a day and a half on a very uncomfortable and crowded train well do that to you. Secondly, I would like to thank you for coming to meet me at the train station. I know you all must have been very busy today. I spent four hours at the station and I can be proud of the fact that I now know it like the back of my hand. Luckily I'm not as weak as I look and I was able to haul my bags half way across the city. But thank you once again for your assistance." Her ocean-blue eyes peered out from under her cowboy hat, scanning the room as she spoke.
"Who are yous? Cuz yous must have the wrong building or some'ting." Jack said as he walked over to the smart-mouthed girl.
" No, I have the right building. I'm very surprised you haven't figured that out yet, Cowboy. Let me introduce myself. I'm James Alexander Summer Johnson. And you must be the fearless leader of the Manhattan newsies, Jack Kelly. Let me guess, you all thought some guy would be coming out to run this place? Well I can't help it if my father named me before he found out I was a girl." Every jaw in the room hit the floor at the realization that this girl was the new owner of the lodging house. "You all know that if you keep your mouths open you'll attract flies."
"How did ya know me name?" Jack asked quickly regaining his composer.
"I may have lived half way across the country, but I did write to my grandfather, God rest his soul, and he wrote back to me. My grandfather wrote a description of every newsy in his letters so I would know who was who if I ever came out to visit. So I would say the fact that you're lacking a little bit in the intelligence department led me to the conclusion that you were Jack. Plus the cowboy hat was a dead give away." Summer had to laugh at the look on Jack's face as well as the other newsies. None of them could believe that a girl was talking like this to Jack.
"Did you jist insult me?"
"Yeah I did. What you going to do about it, huh?" Jack just stared at her. No matter how much he wanted to at that very moment, he wouldn't bring himself to hit a girl. "Absolutely nothing. I thought so. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to give myself a tour of the place, unless one of you want to make up for not meeting me at the train station?" The guys looked back and forth between Jack and Summer afraid of what Jack might do if one of them did help.
"I'll give ya a tour." One of the newsies stood up and walked over to Summer. He tried desperately to avoid Jack's glare.
"Thank you. At least one person in this place is nicer than the fearless leader. I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say you're… Mush. Am I right?"
"Yeah." Even though she was being a major pain in the neck to one of his friends, Mush couldn't help but admit that Summer was, well, quite breath taking. She wasn't beautiful, but she had an air to her that made her, well, stunning. He couldn't help but stare at her. And he was sure that he wasn't the only one staring.
"Well, Mush, are you going to give me a tour of the place, or would you like to stare at my breasts for the rest of the night?" Muffled laughs could be heard from around the room as Mush's face turned red. "Oh, Jack. Don't stare at Mush like his Benedict Arnold; he's only being nice, unlike some people I know. You ready to go Mush?" For the first time that night, Summer smiled, reviling to the boys that maybe, just maybe she wasn't as cold hearted as she sounded.
"Jist let me get your trunk." Mush wanted to take this chance to show off for the new manager.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" Summer smirked at the curly haired boy. 'Boys. Always wanting to show off to the opposite sex. When will they ever learn?"
"Yeah, I'se soah I can get it." Mush proceeded to grab the ends of the trunk and tried to pick it up. He only had it a few inches off the ground when he dropped it. "Ow! Shit!" Summer as well as several newsies laughed at the boy as he held his injured foot.
"Here. I'll take the trunk and you take my two bags." She handed her bags to Mush and picked up the trunk with ease. For the second time that night, every jaw in the room hung open. "What? It's not that heavy. And like I said before, you're attacking flies. Come Mush, show me to my sleeping quarters." Mush led the way down the hall to her new room.
Jack let out a frustrated sigh when the two were out of eyesight. "Don't let her get to ya, Cowboy. Like she said, she had along trip. Maybe she'll be better in da moining." Crutchy said as Jack sat down in one of the ragged chairs of the lobby.
"'Opefully, or it's gonna be hell in this house."
**
"So James…" Mush began as he sat her bags down on her bed.
"You can call me Summer." She put her trunk down with a thud and placed her cowboy hat on her bed.
"Ok. Summer, who's Benedict Arnold?" Mush asked as he walked back out of the room.
"Oh, he's a guy from the Revolutionary War that was hung because he betrayed the Untied States." Mush gulped upon hearing this. "Now that I've seen my room, how about showing me the rest of the house?"
"Yeah. Let's go." Mush showed Summer the rest of the lodging house ending the tour back in the lobby.
"Well thank you Mush for the lovely tour of the facilities. Now if you don't mind me, I think I shall turn in for the night. I suggest you all do the same." Summer waited for the boys to start heading up stairs to make sure they all went up.
"We don' have ta go ta sleep now. We're in da middle of a pokah game 'ere." Jack protested as he motioned for Race, Skittery, Blink, and Itey to stay seated. He wasn't about to let this girl tell him or his boys what to do.
"Jack, like I said before, go to bed or you'll regret it tomorrow morning." Summer walked over to the table where the five were playing, standing next to Jack.
"We ain't goin' to bed until we's finished with da game." Jack stood up to challenge Summer. She stared back at him with intense eyes. She wouldn't back down from this challenge.
"No, you're going to go to bed now!" The newsies that were still in the room watched the two, both out of curiosity and fear.
"Jack, maybe we should jist go ta bed, seen' how we have ta gedup early 'n' all." Skittery said as he stood up from the card table.
"No we's not gonna go ta bed."
"Fine Jack, you win. Stay up as long as you want to." Jack smiled at the fact that Summer backed down. "But starting tomorrow night, curfew will be nine thirty. You all can thank your fearless leader for that." Now it was Summer's turn to smile. "Now good night to you all." And with that, she retreated to her bedroom for a well-deserved rest.
**
Because I'm not very good at descriptions, if you have ever seen El Dorado, just picture that Summer looks some what like Joey. Please R&R! I'll try and have the next Chapter up ASAP. Thanks!
VinylNoMiko, Jo, Ann Valentine, Rae Kelly: I had to get the audience wanting more, so here's more
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies or any thing affiliated with them. I hope Disney is happy.
**
Friday morning came and went with no signs of the mysterious James Johnson. Some of the boys stopped by the lodging house during lunch to see if the new owner had arrived, only to find no one their. Most of the boys didn't expect James to ever show up at all when they returned to the lodging house that night.
The Manhattan newsies sat around the old, dust covered lobby playing cards, marbles, or talking Friday evening. No one noticed the door to the lodging house open or someone walking in until they heard a loud thud. Every head in the lobby looked at the person, no make that a girl, standing in the doorway behind a large trunk with a carpetbag over each arm. She wore well-worn pants, a shirt with the top few buttons undone, and a beige trench coat that stopped just below her knees. She carefully readjusted the dusty brown cowboy hat that rested on her head letting a few strands of her sun-bleached hair escape from underneath. The girl answered every newsies' question when she opened her mouth and let her voice out.
"First off, before anyone asks any questions, I would like to apologize for sounding like bitch, but a day and a half on a very uncomfortable and crowded train well do that to you. Secondly, I would like to thank you for coming to meet me at the train station. I know you all must have been very busy today. I spent four hours at the station and I can be proud of the fact that I now know it like the back of my hand. Luckily I'm not as weak as I look and I was able to haul my bags half way across the city. But thank you once again for your assistance." Her ocean-blue eyes peered out from under her cowboy hat, scanning the room as she spoke.
"Who are yous? Cuz yous must have the wrong building or some'ting." Jack said as he walked over to the smart-mouthed girl.
" No, I have the right building. I'm very surprised you haven't figured that out yet, Cowboy. Let me introduce myself. I'm James Alexander Summer Johnson. And you must be the fearless leader of the Manhattan newsies, Jack Kelly. Let me guess, you all thought some guy would be coming out to run this place? Well I can't help it if my father named me before he found out I was a girl." Every jaw in the room hit the floor at the realization that this girl was the new owner of the lodging house. "You all know that if you keep your mouths open you'll attract flies."
"How did ya know me name?" Jack asked quickly regaining his composer.
"I may have lived half way across the country, but I did write to my grandfather, God rest his soul, and he wrote back to me. My grandfather wrote a description of every newsy in his letters so I would know who was who if I ever came out to visit. So I would say the fact that you're lacking a little bit in the intelligence department led me to the conclusion that you were Jack. Plus the cowboy hat was a dead give away." Summer had to laugh at the look on Jack's face as well as the other newsies. None of them could believe that a girl was talking like this to Jack.
"Did you jist insult me?"
"Yeah I did. What you going to do about it, huh?" Jack just stared at her. No matter how much he wanted to at that very moment, he wouldn't bring himself to hit a girl. "Absolutely nothing. I thought so. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to give myself a tour of the place, unless one of you want to make up for not meeting me at the train station?" The guys looked back and forth between Jack and Summer afraid of what Jack might do if one of them did help.
"I'll give ya a tour." One of the newsies stood up and walked over to Summer. He tried desperately to avoid Jack's glare.
"Thank you. At least one person in this place is nicer than the fearless leader. I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say you're… Mush. Am I right?"
"Yeah." Even though she was being a major pain in the neck to one of his friends, Mush couldn't help but admit that Summer was, well, quite breath taking. She wasn't beautiful, but she had an air to her that made her, well, stunning. He couldn't help but stare at her. And he was sure that he wasn't the only one staring.
"Well, Mush, are you going to give me a tour of the place, or would you like to stare at my breasts for the rest of the night?" Muffled laughs could be heard from around the room as Mush's face turned red. "Oh, Jack. Don't stare at Mush like his Benedict Arnold; he's only being nice, unlike some people I know. You ready to go Mush?" For the first time that night, Summer smiled, reviling to the boys that maybe, just maybe she wasn't as cold hearted as she sounded.
"Jist let me get your trunk." Mush wanted to take this chance to show off for the new manager.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" Summer smirked at the curly haired boy. 'Boys. Always wanting to show off to the opposite sex. When will they ever learn?"
"Yeah, I'se soah I can get it." Mush proceeded to grab the ends of the trunk and tried to pick it up. He only had it a few inches off the ground when he dropped it. "Ow! Shit!" Summer as well as several newsies laughed at the boy as he held his injured foot.
"Here. I'll take the trunk and you take my two bags." She handed her bags to Mush and picked up the trunk with ease. For the second time that night, every jaw in the room hung open. "What? It's not that heavy. And like I said before, you're attacking flies. Come Mush, show me to my sleeping quarters." Mush led the way down the hall to her new room.
Jack let out a frustrated sigh when the two were out of eyesight. "Don't let her get to ya, Cowboy. Like she said, she had along trip. Maybe she'll be better in da moining." Crutchy said as Jack sat down in one of the ragged chairs of the lobby.
"'Opefully, or it's gonna be hell in this house."
**
"So James…" Mush began as he sat her bags down on her bed.
"You can call me Summer." She put her trunk down with a thud and placed her cowboy hat on her bed.
"Ok. Summer, who's Benedict Arnold?" Mush asked as he walked back out of the room.
"Oh, he's a guy from the Revolutionary War that was hung because he betrayed the Untied States." Mush gulped upon hearing this. "Now that I've seen my room, how about showing me the rest of the house?"
"Yeah. Let's go." Mush showed Summer the rest of the lodging house ending the tour back in the lobby.
"Well thank you Mush for the lovely tour of the facilities. Now if you don't mind me, I think I shall turn in for the night. I suggest you all do the same." Summer waited for the boys to start heading up stairs to make sure they all went up.
"We don' have ta go ta sleep now. We're in da middle of a pokah game 'ere." Jack protested as he motioned for Race, Skittery, Blink, and Itey to stay seated. He wasn't about to let this girl tell him or his boys what to do.
"Jack, like I said before, go to bed or you'll regret it tomorrow morning." Summer walked over to the table where the five were playing, standing next to Jack.
"We ain't goin' to bed until we's finished with da game." Jack stood up to challenge Summer. She stared back at him with intense eyes. She wouldn't back down from this challenge.
"No, you're going to go to bed now!" The newsies that were still in the room watched the two, both out of curiosity and fear.
"Jack, maybe we should jist go ta bed, seen' how we have ta gedup early 'n' all." Skittery said as he stood up from the card table.
"No we's not gonna go ta bed."
"Fine Jack, you win. Stay up as long as you want to." Jack smiled at the fact that Summer backed down. "But starting tomorrow night, curfew will be nine thirty. You all can thank your fearless leader for that." Now it was Summer's turn to smile. "Now good night to you all." And with that, she retreated to her bedroom for a well-deserved rest.
**
Because I'm not very good at descriptions, if you have ever seen El Dorado, just picture that Summer looks some what like Joey. Please R&R! I'll try and have the next Chapter up ASAP. Thanks!
