A.N. Okay sorry about the last chapter, I was really tired when I was
posting that and I accidentally put that chapter with the wrong story, but
here's the next part. Hope you like it Jo!
Kat
Trouble tossed fitfully in her sleep, her dreams going from bad to worse, she was dreaming about the accident that killed her mom. In it Trouble was a perky little five-year-old red head who went by the name of Jo. She and her mother, Amelia, were walking across the street when a horse drawn carriage came barreling down the road, at break-neck speed. Amelia saw it in time to push Jo out of the way but not early enough to save herself. Jo turned back just as her mother was hit, "No!" Trouble screamed and sat up in bed. She frowned and pushed her legs over the side to set them on the cold floor. She glanced around, checking to see if she'd woken anyone, seeing that she hadn't, she groaned and stood. 'Those boys could sleep through anything.'
"Are you okay, T?" She started at the whispered question and turned toward the owner of the voice. Her heart quickened at the tired smile that graced his face.
"I'm fine, just annuder nightmare is all, go back ta bed, Skitt." She headed for the window that led to the fire escape and opened it climbing up to the roof. She sat down on the ledge and pulled out a cigarette, as she lit it she looked up at the sky, noticing that the sun was starting to rise. She smiled remembering all the nights her and Kat had spent out on the roof of the orphanage naming the stars. She finished her cigarette and climbed back into the lodging house, to lay in bed and try to get some sleep.
A couple of hours later, Trouble was awoken by Race, she was surprised because Jack usually woke her up, but then she remembered where he was and she sat up quickly, smiling at Race. She grabbed her shirt and buttoned it up over her white undershirt, then she started to tie her hair up with a piece of string, while waiting for Skittery like she usually did. Skittery and Trouble had become good friends over the years, and he was probably her closest friend next to Irish.
Skittery came out of the bathroom just as Trouble put her hat on and stood up. They walked towards where the nuns gave out breakfast, and they both got a cup of coffee before heading to the Horace Greeley statue where all the newsies had been gathering since the strike. Once there Trouble was surprised to see dozens of bulls gathered around the gates. Skittery looked down at Trouble and raised an eye brow; she just shrugged and walked over to Davey and Spot. As she got closer she noticed a lot of the newsies were arguing and suddenly several broke out into fights.
She heard Davey yell at Spot and Race to help break them up and she decided to help too. She pulled two of the newsies away from each other and gave them dirty looks. She then made her way to the front where the bulls were keeping the newsies from attacking the traitors buying papes. She scanned the faces and her jaw dropped upon seeing Jack, "What the hell?"
She looked around and saw all the others staring in mutual shock then she heard Irish yell at Dave to get him. She looked towards the sound of her yell and saw Irish walking away from the group. Trouble knew she'd need time to deal with seeing Jack betray them like that, so she went to find Skittery and talk with him. Trouble knew Jack and she knew he would never do something like this without reason. She just couldn't figure out what it was.
A couple of hours later most of the newsies were gathered in Tibby's and Trouble was beginning to worry about Irish. She asked all the newsies if they'd seen her since that morning but none of them had and finally she got to Spot. "Spot have you seen Irish anywheah?"
He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, "I'se hasn't seen hoir since yestahday and she bettah not come around here dat traitor. Guess hoir and Jack really are dat close."
Troubles' eyes blazed with anger, "I can't believe you Spot Conlin! I finally get me best friend back and you'se do dis. Well she bettah be okay because if she isn't you'll wish you'd nevah met me."
Then she turned on her heel and ran out of the restaurant, with Skittery close behind. She ran all the way to Central Park and then collapsed on a bench in one of the more secluded areas. Skittery came up behind her breathing hard, he sat down next to her and caught his breath. "What was dat about?"
"Its jist dat Irish is prolly the closest ting I have to a family and I've got dis feeling dat something isn't right. It isn't his fault but he cares about hoir." Trouble snickered, "A lot more den he lets on."
Skittery smiled and pushed a stray hair out of Trouble's face, her eyes widened, "I think I know what you'se mean." Trouble backed away and Skittery's eyes flooded with hurt, "I guess you really do like Jack."
Trouble sighed, "I don't like Jack, he's just a friend." She smiled and ran her hand through Skitterys' hair and then leaned forward and gently brushed his lips with her own. Then she pulled back and smiled before walking away and leaving a dazed Skittery sitting on the bench.
Trouble tossed fitfully in her sleep, her dreams going from bad to worse, she was dreaming about the accident that killed her mom. In it Trouble was a perky little five-year-old red head who went by the name of Jo. She and her mother, Amelia, were walking across the street when a horse drawn carriage came barreling down the road, at break-neck speed. Amelia saw it in time to push Jo out of the way but not early enough to save herself. Jo turned back just as her mother was hit, "No!" Trouble screamed and sat up in bed. She frowned and pushed her legs over the side to set them on the cold floor. She glanced around, checking to see if she'd woken anyone, seeing that she hadn't, she groaned and stood. 'Those boys could sleep through anything.'
"Are you okay, T?" She started at the whispered question and turned toward the owner of the voice. Her heart quickened at the tired smile that graced his face.
"I'm fine, just annuder nightmare is all, go back ta bed, Skitt." She headed for the window that led to the fire escape and opened it climbing up to the roof. She sat down on the ledge and pulled out a cigarette, as she lit it she looked up at the sky, noticing that the sun was starting to rise. She smiled remembering all the nights her and Kat had spent out on the roof of the orphanage naming the stars. She finished her cigarette and climbed back into the lodging house, to lay in bed and try to get some sleep.
A couple of hours later, Trouble was awoken by Race, she was surprised because Jack usually woke her up, but then she remembered where he was and she sat up quickly, smiling at Race. She grabbed her shirt and buttoned it up over her white undershirt, then she started to tie her hair up with a piece of string, while waiting for Skittery like she usually did. Skittery and Trouble had become good friends over the years, and he was probably her closest friend next to Irish.
Skittery came out of the bathroom just as Trouble put her hat on and stood up. They walked towards where the nuns gave out breakfast, and they both got a cup of coffee before heading to the Horace Greeley statue where all the newsies had been gathering since the strike. Once there Trouble was surprised to see dozens of bulls gathered around the gates. Skittery looked down at Trouble and raised an eye brow; she just shrugged and walked over to Davey and Spot. As she got closer she noticed a lot of the newsies were arguing and suddenly several broke out into fights.
She heard Davey yell at Spot and Race to help break them up and she decided to help too. She pulled two of the newsies away from each other and gave them dirty looks. She then made her way to the front where the bulls were keeping the newsies from attacking the traitors buying papes. She scanned the faces and her jaw dropped upon seeing Jack, "What the hell?"
She looked around and saw all the others staring in mutual shock then she heard Irish yell at Dave to get him. She looked towards the sound of her yell and saw Irish walking away from the group. Trouble knew she'd need time to deal with seeing Jack betray them like that, so she went to find Skittery and talk with him. Trouble knew Jack and she knew he would never do something like this without reason. She just couldn't figure out what it was.
A couple of hours later most of the newsies were gathered in Tibby's and Trouble was beginning to worry about Irish. She asked all the newsies if they'd seen her since that morning but none of them had and finally she got to Spot. "Spot have you seen Irish anywheah?"
He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, "I'se hasn't seen hoir since yestahday and she bettah not come around here dat traitor. Guess hoir and Jack really are dat close."
Troubles' eyes blazed with anger, "I can't believe you Spot Conlin! I finally get me best friend back and you'se do dis. Well she bettah be okay because if she isn't you'll wish you'd nevah met me."
Then she turned on her heel and ran out of the restaurant, with Skittery close behind. She ran all the way to Central Park and then collapsed on a bench in one of the more secluded areas. Skittery came up behind her breathing hard, he sat down next to her and caught his breath. "What was dat about?"
"Its jist dat Irish is prolly the closest ting I have to a family and I've got dis feeling dat something isn't right. It isn't his fault but he cares about hoir." Trouble snickered, "A lot more den he lets on."
Skittery smiled and pushed a stray hair out of Trouble's face, her eyes widened, "I think I know what you'se mean." Trouble backed away and Skittery's eyes flooded with hurt, "I guess you really do like Jack."
Trouble sighed, "I don't like Jack, he's just a friend." She smiled and ran her hand through Skitterys' hair and then leaned forward and gently brushed his lips with her own. Then she pulled back and smiled before walking away and leaving a dazed Skittery sitting on the bench.