Okay ya'll know the drill this is the disclaimer I own no part of newsies
and I have never met them. But we can all dream right? right! anyway I own
Irish Fury and Rage but Trouble is owned by a friend of mine. Also I know
this chapter is short but I'll right more tom. it's late and i'm tired so
I'm not gonna write more now.
New York City ~ Brooklyn Docks ~ Chapter Six
Irish started to pound on Rage's chest and he sat spitting water out and gagging on the rest in his throat. He looked at Irish wide eyed and when she saw he was okay she punched him and caused instant swelling in his eye. He tackled her to the ground and she pulled her legs back and pushed against his chest to send him flying a few feet away. He smirked, "I shoulda remembered dat one Kitty."
"Don't call me dat! Me name is Irish Fury."
"Fury? Well I'se see you ain't lost you'se bad tempah."
"And what you'se have Rage!"
He shrugged and remained indifferent and that made her even angrier but she calmed herself and then looked at Jack. "Let's go he ain't woirth it."
They made their way off the docks and she didn't look back once but if she had she would have noticed Rage staring after them and Spot staring at her curiously. She turned to Jack when they reached the Brooklyn Bridge, "I'se sorry you'se had ta miss you'se dat because of dis."
He smirked, "Ah it's alright it wasn't like I was gonna go out wit hoir again."
"You'se such a usah Jack Kelly, you use women and den trough dem away, good ting I'se nevah tought of you'se like dat or you'se woulda broken me heart."
"Nah Irish you'se to special ta me for me ta do dat. You'se like me little sistah cept da one I'se nevah had."
"Well tank you Jack Kelly and you'se like da brudder I'se always wanted." They made a silent pact right then to look out for each other always and forever.
New York City ~ Brooklyn Docks ~ Chapter Six
Irish started to pound on Rage's chest and he sat spitting water out and gagging on the rest in his throat. He looked at Irish wide eyed and when she saw he was okay she punched him and caused instant swelling in his eye. He tackled her to the ground and she pulled her legs back and pushed against his chest to send him flying a few feet away. He smirked, "I shoulda remembered dat one Kitty."
"Don't call me dat! Me name is Irish Fury."
"Fury? Well I'se see you ain't lost you'se bad tempah."
"And what you'se have Rage!"
He shrugged and remained indifferent and that made her even angrier but she calmed herself and then looked at Jack. "Let's go he ain't woirth it."
They made their way off the docks and she didn't look back once but if she had she would have noticed Rage staring after them and Spot staring at her curiously. She turned to Jack when they reached the Brooklyn Bridge, "I'se sorry you'se had ta miss you'se dat because of dis."
He smirked, "Ah it's alright it wasn't like I was gonna go out wit hoir again."
"You'se such a usah Jack Kelly, you use women and den trough dem away, good ting I'se nevah tought of you'se like dat or you'se woulda broken me heart."
"Nah Irish you'se to special ta me for me ta do dat. You'se like me little sistah cept da one I'se nevah had."
"Well tank you Jack Kelly and you'se like da brudder I'se always wanted." They made a silent pact right then to look out for each other always and forever.