Star-crossed Lovers- by Crunch
*Shortie- Hah, a devil, I love it! Even though I'm too old, I plan on being. . .da da da! RACEY! Actually, I got the idea from a reviewer, so one person can make a difference. . . Anyways oh gosh yes, my head is so huge right now, I can barely hear you over my rapidly inflating ego. Thank you SOOO much!!! I am so sad *sniff* that Blink is gonna. . .*overcome with sobs and unable to finish sentence*. And yes, you better repost Santa Fe, It was brilliant! Stupendous! And btw, just for you, Mush will make an appearance, and he won't even DIE!! Hows that for a deal?
*Doll Face- HOO YAA!! Yeah, I kind of feel bad I've turned Blinky into a lush, but that's just the way it came out. Oh, I wish he wouldn't die!!!! Well, we'll have to wait another chapter for that though. . Anyways, yes I expect a posting MIGHTY SOON. Ok, well, I better let you get to that than, Happy Holloween! P.s. did you go trick-or-treating? I just have ta ask, costumes are so fun!
*Morning Dew- Whoo Hooo, two reviews to thank you for! Sorry, I posted the last update JUST before I got your last review, so *sniffs apologetically* You were jipped of a shout out. Ah well, you forgive me, right? Oh, I MUST thank you for the addition to your favorites, I now am on TWO favorite authors lists, HOO YAA! I know it's not really worthy of bragging rights, but you still made me REALLY happy, as is obvious by all the capital letters. Keep r/r!!!
*Misprint- I FOUND IT!!! At least I think I did, it was a blink-and-you- miss thing, so I'm pretty sure. Thanks for opening my eyes to a whole new level of Newsies!!! Ahh, those newsies goofs always bum me out, even if they are funny. Didja see the one where Spot's in the middle of a the cheering crowd at the end, and in the next shot he comes storming up yelling "BROOKLYN!" probably you have, but anyways, good times. Yeah, Racetrack, how do I love thee, let me count the ways. . .nope I can't, there are too many. Anyway's, keep r/r!! Happy Holloween!
*Moods- No no, it's not your fault at all, it's my fault for not posting it sooner. Actually, you're not the only one who asked, Shortie didn't know either. . .*waves smugly at shortie, before ducking behind Race!muse for cover* So anyways, Bristols is cockney slang for, umm, boobies. It started as Bristol city, and City rhymes with. . .well I don't have to say THAT aloud. So, hence Bristols, the part of the female anatomy. Well anyways, thanks for the review! *tucks spotty in her pocket* Keep r/r!!
*Kristen- Ah, thank you, so much, here ya go! Keep reading!! And if you REALLY wanna review, well don't let me stop you.
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"God help me." Kloppman shook his head and wiped the sweat from his creased brow as Racetrack turned and raised an eyebrow. "I hope I'm doing the right thing."
"Kloppman, will ya quit worryin'? Nothin' about dis could go wrong." Anxiously he turned back towards the gaping wooden doors of St. Michael's Church, twisting the tails of his already wrinkled shirt between sweaty palms. "Where is she, anyways? What's takin' so long? I'm about ta croak from me nerves."
"Patience, son. Talk like that will get you nowhere." The two stood silent once more, bathed in the colored light streaming through the emense stained-glass windows of the church. To keep him self busy, Race let his eyes wander across the pictures, lingering on, the only story he recognized, the Last Supper. Well, he never was much for religeon.
"Ah, there she is now!" Race whipped his head around in time to see Ruby stroll nervously through the archway, head tucked into her ragged shawl for warmth and modesty. The boy reached out and gently took her hand as she approached, finding her eyes with his. "'Ey, Ruby. Nice ta see ya again, eh?" She laughed shyly before remembering her manners.
"Uh, t'anks for da help, Mr. Kloppman. Race told me all about how youse like a fadder to 'im, and how you gots your brudder ta marry us, even though we aint got enough ta pay."
"Ah, my dear, seeing you two happily together will be thanks enough." The newsboy shot a grateful look to the old man and turned to his fiance, flushed with anticipation.
"Ruby, you can't possibly be as happy as I is right now, noone in da woild can. I promise, I'll take care a' youse, an' worship youse all da days of me life."
"Aww, Racetrack, I aint woith dat." He smiled, amused.
"Ruby, your woith everything ta me. Don't you know dat?" Kloppman nodded anxiously, breaking the joyous silence.
"Well then, let's get on with it, shall we? My brother's waiting."
*.*.*.*
With a deep breath to calm the butterflys swirling madly in the pit of his stomach, Racetrack adjusted his cap, tugged on the frayed bowtie he'd swiped from Spec's dresser drawer, and turned to face Ruby as the first notes of a familiar tune sounded from the chorus, echoing off the ivory walls.
~*~
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see.
~*~
One foot after the other, careful not to stumble and rip the borrowed dress she wore, Ruby made her way down the isle. With the glow of excitement and love lighting her from within, she looked radient. She looked young.
Racetrack linked arms with his bride. The two shared a quiet, nervous giggle as their eyes met. "Dearly beloved," Padre Kloppman began.
~*~
T'was grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears releived.
How prescious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed.
~*~
Beaming so hard his face ached, Race clenched his fingers around the ring that lay heavy and smooth in his pocket. After rubbing it quickly against the worn cloth in a last ditch effort to polish away the years of dust it had gathered in the hawk shop, he pulled it out and slipped it onto Ruby's slim finger, praying it wouldn't be too large. Turns out, it fit like it was made for her. Inwardly, Race thanked the fates.
"I now pronounce you man and wife." Padre clapped his bible shut with a SLAM! "You may kiss the bride."
~*~
Through many dangers toil and snares,
I have already come.
Twas grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
~*~
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Awwwww, wasn't that a cute little chapter? It's just a little tie-in, I know the wedding wasn't in Shakespear's version, but hey, we've got some SAD chappies coming up, so let's enjoy the cuteness that is Race and Ruby while we can, ey? Anyways, tell me what you think. . . complain, flame, give the old ego a boost, I don't care. . . just REVIEW
*Shortie- Hah, a devil, I love it! Even though I'm too old, I plan on being. . .da da da! RACEY! Actually, I got the idea from a reviewer, so one person can make a difference. . . Anyways oh gosh yes, my head is so huge right now, I can barely hear you over my rapidly inflating ego. Thank you SOOO much!!! I am so sad *sniff* that Blink is gonna. . .*overcome with sobs and unable to finish sentence*. And yes, you better repost Santa Fe, It was brilliant! Stupendous! And btw, just for you, Mush will make an appearance, and he won't even DIE!! Hows that for a deal?
*Doll Face- HOO YAA!! Yeah, I kind of feel bad I've turned Blinky into a lush, but that's just the way it came out. Oh, I wish he wouldn't die!!!! Well, we'll have to wait another chapter for that though. . Anyways, yes I expect a posting MIGHTY SOON. Ok, well, I better let you get to that than, Happy Holloween! P.s. did you go trick-or-treating? I just have ta ask, costumes are so fun!
*Morning Dew- Whoo Hooo, two reviews to thank you for! Sorry, I posted the last update JUST before I got your last review, so *sniffs apologetically* You were jipped of a shout out. Ah well, you forgive me, right? Oh, I MUST thank you for the addition to your favorites, I now am on TWO favorite authors lists, HOO YAA! I know it's not really worthy of bragging rights, but you still made me REALLY happy, as is obvious by all the capital letters. Keep r/r!!!
*Misprint- I FOUND IT!!! At least I think I did, it was a blink-and-you- miss thing, so I'm pretty sure. Thanks for opening my eyes to a whole new level of Newsies!!! Ahh, those newsies goofs always bum me out, even if they are funny. Didja see the one where Spot's in the middle of a the cheering crowd at the end, and in the next shot he comes storming up yelling "BROOKLYN!" probably you have, but anyways, good times. Yeah, Racetrack, how do I love thee, let me count the ways. . .nope I can't, there are too many. Anyway's, keep r/r!! Happy Holloween!
*Moods- No no, it's not your fault at all, it's my fault for not posting it sooner. Actually, you're not the only one who asked, Shortie didn't know either. . .*waves smugly at shortie, before ducking behind Race!muse for cover* So anyways, Bristols is cockney slang for, umm, boobies. It started as Bristol city, and City rhymes with. . .well I don't have to say THAT aloud. So, hence Bristols, the part of the female anatomy. Well anyways, thanks for the review! *tucks spotty in her pocket* Keep r/r!!
*Kristen- Ah, thank you, so much, here ya go! Keep reading!! And if you REALLY wanna review, well don't let me stop you.
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"God help me." Kloppman shook his head and wiped the sweat from his creased brow as Racetrack turned and raised an eyebrow. "I hope I'm doing the right thing."
"Kloppman, will ya quit worryin'? Nothin' about dis could go wrong." Anxiously he turned back towards the gaping wooden doors of St. Michael's Church, twisting the tails of his already wrinkled shirt between sweaty palms. "Where is she, anyways? What's takin' so long? I'm about ta croak from me nerves."
"Patience, son. Talk like that will get you nowhere." The two stood silent once more, bathed in the colored light streaming through the emense stained-glass windows of the church. To keep him self busy, Race let his eyes wander across the pictures, lingering on, the only story he recognized, the Last Supper. Well, he never was much for religeon.
"Ah, there she is now!" Race whipped his head around in time to see Ruby stroll nervously through the archway, head tucked into her ragged shawl for warmth and modesty. The boy reached out and gently took her hand as she approached, finding her eyes with his. "'Ey, Ruby. Nice ta see ya again, eh?" She laughed shyly before remembering her manners.
"Uh, t'anks for da help, Mr. Kloppman. Race told me all about how youse like a fadder to 'im, and how you gots your brudder ta marry us, even though we aint got enough ta pay."
"Ah, my dear, seeing you two happily together will be thanks enough." The newsboy shot a grateful look to the old man and turned to his fiance, flushed with anticipation.
"Ruby, you can't possibly be as happy as I is right now, noone in da woild can. I promise, I'll take care a' youse, an' worship youse all da days of me life."
"Aww, Racetrack, I aint woith dat." He smiled, amused.
"Ruby, your woith everything ta me. Don't you know dat?" Kloppman nodded anxiously, breaking the joyous silence.
"Well then, let's get on with it, shall we? My brother's waiting."
*.*.*.*
With a deep breath to calm the butterflys swirling madly in the pit of his stomach, Racetrack adjusted his cap, tugged on the frayed bowtie he'd swiped from Spec's dresser drawer, and turned to face Ruby as the first notes of a familiar tune sounded from the chorus, echoing off the ivory walls.
~*~
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see.
~*~
One foot after the other, careful not to stumble and rip the borrowed dress she wore, Ruby made her way down the isle. With the glow of excitement and love lighting her from within, she looked radient. She looked young.
Racetrack linked arms with his bride. The two shared a quiet, nervous giggle as their eyes met. "Dearly beloved," Padre Kloppman began.
~*~
T'was grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears releived.
How prescious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed.
~*~
Beaming so hard his face ached, Race clenched his fingers around the ring that lay heavy and smooth in his pocket. After rubbing it quickly against the worn cloth in a last ditch effort to polish away the years of dust it had gathered in the hawk shop, he pulled it out and slipped it onto Ruby's slim finger, praying it wouldn't be too large. Turns out, it fit like it was made for her. Inwardly, Race thanked the fates.
"I now pronounce you man and wife." Padre clapped his bible shut with a SLAM! "You may kiss the bride."
~*~
Through many dangers toil and snares,
I have already come.
Twas grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
~*~
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Awwwww, wasn't that a cute little chapter? It's just a little tie-in, I know the wedding wasn't in Shakespear's version, but hey, we've got some SAD chappies coming up, so let's enjoy the cuteness that is Race and Ruby while we can, ey? Anyways, tell me what you think. . . complain, flame, give the old ego a boost, I don't care. . . just REVIEW