Over the next few months Jack and Irish grew really close and always talked
and were together, making some newsies believe that they were a couple but
some like Blink and Race knew that they were more brother and sister then
girlfriend and boyfriend. They were very affectionate towards each other
but it was completely platonic, not that that stopped a certain newsie from
being jealous of all the attention Jack was giving Irish. When the strike
started, Jack went to Brooklyn and missed his usual meeting with Irish
which worried her so she went to the Lodging House to see what was wrong.
Once there she threw the door open and stormed in when she saw all the newsies sitting around her worry evaporated leaving blind anger in its place. She went up to Blink and turned him around quickly, "Where is Jack?"
He knew by the look in her eye that he would have to answer this question carefully if he wanted to live without a black eye. "He uh had some business he needed ta take care of."
Irish cocked an eyebrow and pushed him away from her before jumping up on the counter and whistling shrilly. Everyone looked at her and she glanced around the room her eyes lingering on a newsie that tugged at her memory but she quickly pushed that thought away. 'Nah couldn't have been her.' "Who here knows where Jack Kelly is, and don't tell me he's away on business."
The newsie she thought looked familiar stood up, "He had ta go ta Brooklyn."
"Why tank you'se now if ya'll will excuse me," Quickly she jumped down and walked out the door towards the Brooklyn Bridge. Once there she sat on the rail at the very end near Manhattan to wait for Jack. She didn't have to wait long at all, she saw him before he saw her. He was walking with the newsie she'd met a few times named Boots and someone who was completely unfamiliar to her. She stood up quickly and placed her hands on her hips.
"Jack Kelly if where da hell were you'se and why didn't you'se have someone tell me you'se weren't coming? Do you know how worried I'se was about you, do you'se?" Then her eyes watered and Jack looked guilty, "You'se me brudder and I'se love you'se but don't evah do dat or I'll soak you'se so fast you'se won't know what hit you'se."
Jack smiled sheepishly, "Coise I'se will know what hit me, you'se fist woulda hit me." Irish laughed at his stupid remark and ran to him and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "I'se sorry but I had ta go see Spot it was impoitant."
The boy she didn't recognize cleared his throat and we both turned our attention to him, "I didn't know you had a girl Jack."
I glared at him, clearly making him uncomfortable, "What are you some sorta walkin mouth or somethin?"
The boy's jaw dropped and Jack chuckled, "You'se and Spot scare me sometimes wit how you'se tawlk and tink alike, sometimes I'se tink you'se would be poirfect for each udder and den I remember dat you'se would probably rip his 'ead off da foirst day."
Irish smirked, "Dat's right da only poirsen I let get away wit bein a dumbass is you'se Jacky. So you gonna introduce me ta da scab or what?"
"He ain't a scab he helped me come up wit da whole strike, and his name's Davey."
"Davey huh?" Then she turned to Jack, "What da hell are you'se tawlkin about strike?"
As they walked back through Manhattan to Medda's so Irish could get back to work, Jack explained all about Pulitzer and the strike. When he was finished Irish looked at him, respect building up in her heart, "You'se are impressin me Jack Kelly, yes you'se are. Well here's where I get off, I'll tawlk to you later Jack, if you'se see Spot tell him ta stop by I got some tings ta discuss wit him."
Jack grinned knowing that Irish actually liked him a lot and just didn't show it and that she also wanted to check up on her real brother even if they didn't talk or really get along. To her blood was blood and she didn't have any other family and never would.
A.N. So what do you think? Is it getting to be a little out there or is it still going okay?
Once there she threw the door open and stormed in when she saw all the newsies sitting around her worry evaporated leaving blind anger in its place. She went up to Blink and turned him around quickly, "Where is Jack?"
He knew by the look in her eye that he would have to answer this question carefully if he wanted to live without a black eye. "He uh had some business he needed ta take care of."
Irish cocked an eyebrow and pushed him away from her before jumping up on the counter and whistling shrilly. Everyone looked at her and she glanced around the room her eyes lingering on a newsie that tugged at her memory but she quickly pushed that thought away. 'Nah couldn't have been her.' "Who here knows where Jack Kelly is, and don't tell me he's away on business."
The newsie she thought looked familiar stood up, "He had ta go ta Brooklyn."
"Why tank you'se now if ya'll will excuse me," Quickly she jumped down and walked out the door towards the Brooklyn Bridge. Once there she sat on the rail at the very end near Manhattan to wait for Jack. She didn't have to wait long at all, she saw him before he saw her. He was walking with the newsie she'd met a few times named Boots and someone who was completely unfamiliar to her. She stood up quickly and placed her hands on her hips.
"Jack Kelly if where da hell were you'se and why didn't you'se have someone tell me you'se weren't coming? Do you know how worried I'se was about you, do you'se?" Then her eyes watered and Jack looked guilty, "You'se me brudder and I'se love you'se but don't evah do dat or I'll soak you'se so fast you'se won't know what hit you'se."
Jack smiled sheepishly, "Coise I'se will know what hit me, you'se fist woulda hit me." Irish laughed at his stupid remark and ran to him and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "I'se sorry but I had ta go see Spot it was impoitant."
The boy she didn't recognize cleared his throat and we both turned our attention to him, "I didn't know you had a girl Jack."
I glared at him, clearly making him uncomfortable, "What are you some sorta walkin mouth or somethin?"
The boy's jaw dropped and Jack chuckled, "You'se and Spot scare me sometimes wit how you'se tawlk and tink alike, sometimes I'se tink you'se would be poirfect for each udder and den I remember dat you'se would probably rip his 'ead off da foirst day."
Irish smirked, "Dat's right da only poirsen I let get away wit bein a dumbass is you'se Jacky. So you gonna introduce me ta da scab or what?"
"He ain't a scab he helped me come up wit da whole strike, and his name's Davey."
"Davey huh?" Then she turned to Jack, "What da hell are you'se tawlkin about strike?"
As they walked back through Manhattan to Medda's so Irish could get back to work, Jack explained all about Pulitzer and the strike. When he was finished Irish looked at him, respect building up in her heart, "You'se are impressin me Jack Kelly, yes you'se are. Well here's where I get off, I'll tawlk to you later Jack, if you'se see Spot tell him ta stop by I got some tings ta discuss wit him."
Jack grinned knowing that Irish actually liked him a lot and just didn't show it and that she also wanted to check up on her real brother even if they didn't talk or really get along. To her blood was blood and she didn't have any other family and never would.
A.N. So what do you think? Is it getting to be a little out there or is it still going okay?