In a year many insubstantial things happen, people die, some are born, the rich fall and the poor rise. In New York city those things can happen in a day, but it is not important what happened in a year. A year went by and Jeanie is nine, Ivan who got into the Lodging house and now calls himself Dutchy is ten and rather full of him self. They kept the same Jobs and Dutchy still goes in after selling papers to get scraps. No one really cares if he is there as he doesn't bring attention to himself.
"I dunno whcich is woise, da rain or da snow." Dutchy announced flicking his golden blonde hair around, little droplets of rain water splashing about. "Dey both ruin my papes an' people stay in when dey happen." He said taking wringing out one of his sleeves over the stove, the water dropping and causing little hiss's of steam as they hit.
He stood drying his wet hair and clothes by the stove staying away from the cook. The cook was a hard man with mean little eyes his skin was bright red from anger or too much beer and whiskey, no one was brave enough to ask. His pores stuck out with little gray hairs that should have been shaved long ago. His head was shiny and bald with a small wreath of hair and bushes coming out of his ears. He always had a tea towl hanging out of his back pocket, but why no one was quite clear on, his hands were dirty and he rarely used it to open the stove, preferring to let his dish-size hands re-grow their calluses and burns. Every one in the Pub was either terrified of him as the two children were or held him at a distance quietly intimidated.
"I like da rain bettah." Jeanie said flicking some of the dirty dish water on him. "It don't stay as long. Da snow is pretty an all but it takes forevah ta go away and den dere's dat puddle it leaves." She dried he hands on her dress and grabbing her chestnut hair and pulling it back into a dirty gray ribbon.
"True, but people go out in da snow." He shrugged trying to get his shoes dry with out taking them off, finally he took them off the holes in his socks apparent.
"People eat both ways." Jeanie said submerging her hands into the scalding water. "So for me it's a poisonal decision. 'An I like da rain bettah."
"What evah."
"So why da name Dutchy?"
"Da guys taught I was Dutch."
"Are ya?" She handed him a plate with roast beef on it. "Dutch I mean?"
"Naw, Ukrainian." Dutchy shrugged.
"I like da name Ivan bettah."
"Well its part a' bein' a newsie I guess."
"Well why didn' ya have da nick name befoir?"
"Well, I wasn't a real Newsie!" The ten year old puffed up his chest proudly "and now I am."
"Get outta me way kid!" the Irish cook yelled threatening the young boy with a half-peeled potato, Dutchy's eyes went wide and he skittered across the Kitchen.
The man turned around his great back to the children, Dutchy making sure the man was not going to attack him walked back over next to Jeanie.
"Maybe you should get a nick name!" He smiled as if he had just found a way to make papers taste good. He looked the girl over as if surveying her. "Ya gots Brown hair, Brown eyes, are ay Italian?"
"Dunno." Jeanie shrugged. "I likes me name an' don't wanna change it."
"Aww come on! Why not, don't ya wanna be like me?" Dutchy's blue eyes got wide and a look of hurt flicked across his face. "Fine den." He crossed his arms and sat down on a stool his blonde hair falling into his face. "I ain't good enough foir her!" He muttered.
"Fine if ya sits ovah dere den ya don't get no scaps." Jeanie said logically. "I like ya just fine." She amended a few minutes later Dutchy ignored her giving her the silent treatment. "Are ya mad at me?" She asked a good ten minutes later. "I'm sorry."
"I was just tryen' ta be nice." Dutchy said still not looking at her.
"I know." She looked at the pile of clean dishes. "If ya give me a hand wid da dryn'."
"Okay!" Dutchy lept up, he knew that if she hadn't caved he would have from pure boredom the ten year old boy only stayed still that long when he was sleeping or in trouble. Dutchy would run, jump, dance, or do anything but sit still, one of the reasons that being a newsie was a perfect job for him.
"Don't ya dare break any ting!" Jeanie warned.
"You act like me muddah used ta, I only broke one dish!"
"An' I had ta pay for it!" Jeanie reminded him.
"YOU TWO SHUT UP AND DRY!" The cook roared grabbing the towel out of his back pocket and storming out into the rain.
"What?" Dutchy asked innocently.
"I dunno. So how do ya get a nick-name?" Jeanie asked wanting it to be done with.
"Well, I dunno, you'll be da foist person I evah gave a nick name to."
"Really?" Jeanie was slightly interested. She was always wanting to hear about "firsts" and the idea she would be the first person Dutchy gave a nickname too was cool.
"Yea! Lets see, ya always give me scraps, so what about Scraps?"
"Scraps?" Jeanie looked at him with a weary eye. "Dat sounds kinda, well dumb." She shrugged.
"Hmm, ya right, what about well." Dutchy wasn't concentrating as she handed him a dish to dry and it kind of went right through his hands.
"Dutchy!" Jeanie muttered as she caught it. "I told ya ta pay attention." She crossed her arms and tried to look mad but it wasn't working as she started laughing at the blonde's ashamed face. "I guess I just ain't da kind for a nickname." She decided.
"I'm sorry." He muttered. "Da rain's stopped, I bettah go." He dashed out the door away from Jeanie's laughter.
Disclaimer: I own Jeanie and the cook, who is a really gross guy! (Steal him please!) Disney owns Dutchy!
Author's notes: Wow that one has a lot of detail ne? Here I am sitting in my study hall and them BOOM! Spotmuse decides that it really isn't important for me to do what my pass SAYS I have to do but that he has to make me work, after a brief scuffle I (Horribly defeated) sat down at the computer and started writing. Then one and a half hours later you lot get this! Thank the muse for he made me do it!
Author's Notes II: Guess what!?? I'M GETTING A COMPUTOR!! YES AMAZING ISN'T IT? I HAVE THE MEANS AND MY DAD IS GETTING IT RIGHT NOW!!! Its nifty and all so that means: MORE UPDATES!! Ain't ya all glad?? And sadly enough I will have to go and do the stupid play practice ONE LINE ONE LINE DO I REALLY HAVE TO GO FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS??!!
Cards on:
School Copiers-
They have to take money from students but teachers use them for personal things all the time... a little hypocritical ne?
Shout Outs:
Shortie: Honastly I just hate the snow, cold I can deal with, no problem at all really! I just HATE snow. Yeah isn't little Dutchy cute? I like writing him and he might be in more fics of mine. (Well I should finish this one first though and the other like seven I have.)
Derby: I like this ficcie to! Here is the update!
Raider: Yes snow is evil! It is the epitome of evil and it is evil!
"I dunno whcich is woise, da rain or da snow." Dutchy announced flicking his golden blonde hair around, little droplets of rain water splashing about. "Dey both ruin my papes an' people stay in when dey happen." He said taking wringing out one of his sleeves over the stove, the water dropping and causing little hiss's of steam as they hit.
He stood drying his wet hair and clothes by the stove staying away from the cook. The cook was a hard man with mean little eyes his skin was bright red from anger or too much beer and whiskey, no one was brave enough to ask. His pores stuck out with little gray hairs that should have been shaved long ago. His head was shiny and bald with a small wreath of hair and bushes coming out of his ears. He always had a tea towl hanging out of his back pocket, but why no one was quite clear on, his hands were dirty and he rarely used it to open the stove, preferring to let his dish-size hands re-grow their calluses and burns. Every one in the Pub was either terrified of him as the two children were or held him at a distance quietly intimidated.
"I like da rain bettah." Jeanie said flicking some of the dirty dish water on him. "It don't stay as long. Da snow is pretty an all but it takes forevah ta go away and den dere's dat puddle it leaves." She dried he hands on her dress and grabbing her chestnut hair and pulling it back into a dirty gray ribbon.
"True, but people go out in da snow." He shrugged trying to get his shoes dry with out taking them off, finally he took them off the holes in his socks apparent.
"People eat both ways." Jeanie said submerging her hands into the scalding water. "So for me it's a poisonal decision. 'An I like da rain bettah."
"What evah."
"So why da name Dutchy?"
"Da guys taught I was Dutch."
"Are ya?" She handed him a plate with roast beef on it. "Dutch I mean?"
"Naw, Ukrainian." Dutchy shrugged.
"I like da name Ivan bettah."
"Well its part a' bein' a newsie I guess."
"Well why didn' ya have da nick name befoir?"
"Well, I wasn't a real Newsie!" The ten year old puffed up his chest proudly "and now I am."
"Get outta me way kid!" the Irish cook yelled threatening the young boy with a half-peeled potato, Dutchy's eyes went wide and he skittered across the Kitchen.
The man turned around his great back to the children, Dutchy making sure the man was not going to attack him walked back over next to Jeanie.
"Maybe you should get a nick name!" He smiled as if he had just found a way to make papers taste good. He looked the girl over as if surveying her. "Ya gots Brown hair, Brown eyes, are ay Italian?"
"Dunno." Jeanie shrugged. "I likes me name an' don't wanna change it."
"Aww come on! Why not, don't ya wanna be like me?" Dutchy's blue eyes got wide and a look of hurt flicked across his face. "Fine den." He crossed his arms and sat down on a stool his blonde hair falling into his face. "I ain't good enough foir her!" He muttered.
"Fine if ya sits ovah dere den ya don't get no scaps." Jeanie said logically. "I like ya just fine." She amended a few minutes later Dutchy ignored her giving her the silent treatment. "Are ya mad at me?" She asked a good ten minutes later. "I'm sorry."
"I was just tryen' ta be nice." Dutchy said still not looking at her.
"I know." She looked at the pile of clean dishes. "If ya give me a hand wid da dryn'."
"Okay!" Dutchy lept up, he knew that if she hadn't caved he would have from pure boredom the ten year old boy only stayed still that long when he was sleeping or in trouble. Dutchy would run, jump, dance, or do anything but sit still, one of the reasons that being a newsie was a perfect job for him.
"Don't ya dare break any ting!" Jeanie warned.
"You act like me muddah used ta, I only broke one dish!"
"An' I had ta pay for it!" Jeanie reminded him.
"YOU TWO SHUT UP AND DRY!" The cook roared grabbing the towel out of his back pocket and storming out into the rain.
"What?" Dutchy asked innocently.
"I dunno. So how do ya get a nick-name?" Jeanie asked wanting it to be done with.
"Well, I dunno, you'll be da foist person I evah gave a nick name to."
"Really?" Jeanie was slightly interested. She was always wanting to hear about "firsts" and the idea she would be the first person Dutchy gave a nickname too was cool.
"Yea! Lets see, ya always give me scraps, so what about Scraps?"
"Scraps?" Jeanie looked at him with a weary eye. "Dat sounds kinda, well dumb." She shrugged.
"Hmm, ya right, what about well." Dutchy wasn't concentrating as she handed him a dish to dry and it kind of went right through his hands.
"Dutchy!" Jeanie muttered as she caught it. "I told ya ta pay attention." She crossed her arms and tried to look mad but it wasn't working as she started laughing at the blonde's ashamed face. "I guess I just ain't da kind for a nickname." She decided.
"I'm sorry." He muttered. "Da rain's stopped, I bettah go." He dashed out the door away from Jeanie's laughter.
Disclaimer: I own Jeanie and the cook, who is a really gross guy! (Steal him please!) Disney owns Dutchy!
Author's notes: Wow that one has a lot of detail ne? Here I am sitting in my study hall and them BOOM! Spotmuse decides that it really isn't important for me to do what my pass SAYS I have to do but that he has to make me work, after a brief scuffle I (Horribly defeated) sat down at the computer and started writing. Then one and a half hours later you lot get this! Thank the muse for he made me do it!
Author's Notes II: Guess what!?? I'M GETTING A COMPUTOR!! YES AMAZING ISN'T IT? I HAVE THE MEANS AND MY DAD IS GETTING IT RIGHT NOW!!! Its nifty and all so that means: MORE UPDATES!! Ain't ya all glad?? And sadly enough I will have to go and do the stupid play practice ONE LINE ONE LINE DO I REALLY HAVE TO GO FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS??!!
Cards on:
School Copiers-
They have to take money from students but teachers use them for personal things all the time... a little hypocritical ne?
Shout Outs:
Shortie: Honastly I just hate the snow, cold I can deal with, no problem at all really! I just HATE snow. Yeah isn't little Dutchy cute? I like writing him and he might be in more fics of mine. (Well I should finish this one first though and the other like seven I have.)
Derby: I like this ficcie to! Here is the update!
Raider: Yes snow is evil! It is the epitome of evil and it is evil!