Well since Liriana did her speech today I am posting this chapter early than I expected. (she didn't want to give her speech and I said that if she didn't that I wouldn't post the next chapter for a week…that got her up there) So you can all thank her for getting it to you faster.
Thanks: WOW! One chapter and my review counter jumps up! Not that I don't mind it! In fact, do it again that was fun!
Iris: HERE'S SOME MORE NOW! :::smiles::: thanks for the reviews
Dice: You have a comfy pillow? I want one! :::stops smiling:: maybe the keybord would be a good pillow. Asdlfhawh….nope! :::smiles:::
Liriana: There will be no exploding of you today, when you reviewed chapter six, were you hyped up on sugar or life….I can't decide which one.
Rae Kelly: :::smiles::: I want to go camping through a tornado! But I'm going camping again this weekend to the beach, and then the weekend after that it's to Nebraska to a funeral! YAYE!
If I forgot anyone, I'm sorry, I'm tired and am intitiled to flake! Thanks for the reviews keep them coming!
Disclaimers: wow a lot of notes today, ok since I have a lot I'll skip the sarcasm, I don't own newsies, I don't own the song 'one way or another' by blondie, and I don't own the song, 'when you lie next to me,' by Kellie Coffey. Any and all San Fransico newsies belong to me. :::insert evil laughter here:::
Now that's all over with….TO THE 8TH CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The group made their way to the distribution center. All the girls seemed to be yawning more then usual. Jack noticed this and decided to press this matter further.
"What's da matta wid you'se?" he asked the girls after Marbles yawned for the forth time in thirty seconds.
"We were up late last night," she explained.
"Doin' what?" Mush grabbed Marbles around the waist, hoping to get an answer. Marbles started giggling.
"We were discussing which one of you guys was 'the cute one,'" Prank responded sarcastically.
"Well, I'se was da winna right?" Race stood next to Prank, Prank turned to Race.
"Yeah, sure, ok," Prank said.
"Oh no!" Ramble cried, "How sad."
"No," Smarts butted in; "we were discussing the worst pick up lines we've ever gotten."
"Like what?" Specs asked.
Smarts just looked down at his shoes and in a sleazy voice commented.
"Nnnnniiiiicccceeee sssssshhhooooeeeesssss…"
"Smarts, don't finish that sentence." Prank put her hand to her head.
"But it's funny." Smarts protested.
"You know," Pranks looked at her friend, "I'm starting to regret that I ever told you that."
"Told her what?" Race asked more confused then ever.
"I told her the worst pick up line I've ever heard, and she now likes to say it for lord knows why." Prank explained.
"What was dat?" Blink asked, the other newsies crowded around, wanting to hear the story.
"Should I tell them?" Prank asked her sisters.
"It's a funny story," Marbles nodded her head in agreement.
"Yeah," Ramble said, "go for it."
"Alright," Prank began, "it was about, oh, two years ago, and I was working, when this old guy, very gross by the way," The newsies were now in line for papes.
"So he comes up to me, and says to me, 'nniiiccceeee shhhooeeesss…wanna fuck?' So I punched his face." Prank finished by then it was her turn to buy papes.
"50 papes please." She put her money on the counter and was handed her papes.
"So dat's it?" Jack asked.
Prank shrugged, "Yeah that's it, and Smarts just thinks it's the funniest pick up line she's ever heard, so she likes to say it."
"That's because it is funny." Smarts objected.
"No, not really," Prank shrugged.
"Well," Smarts gave in. "It's no, 'why are you different then everyone else?'" with that phrase said, all the San Francisco newsies were sent into laughing fits.
"What's wid 'em?" Mush asked.
"Don't know," Race said, while lighting his cigar, "must be a West Coast ding."
When the Californian newsies were able to get themselves off the ground they made their rounds to sell papes.
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The week went by for the newsies, it was now Friday. After the newsies sold their papes, they were going to go to Irving Hall to see Medda. But unbeknownst to them, there was going to be some other performers there too. Pranks, Marbles, Ramble and Smarts. The newsies had finished selling their papes, and were now resting at the lodging house before they left.
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Prank sat on her bed reading her book, while the other girls scrambled to get ready.
"I don't know why you're getting ready here." Prank told the girls, "You're just going to change at Irving Hall."
The girls shoot Prank the death glare.
"Yeah Prank," Ramble said, "but it's not like we got a lot of time."
"Hey," Smarts said, "let's just tell them that we'll meet them there." Smarts turned to find that the other girls agreed with that idea.
"I'll tell them," Prank said, "You go on and go, I'll catch up."
Prank walked into the boys' room while the other girls snuck out. Prank went to Crutchy and whispered something in his ear; she then walked out of the door, went down the stairs and walked down the street to catch up with her friends.
"So," Marbles began, "you tell them?"
"I told Crutchy," Prank started walking a little faster.
"Prank," Ramble protested, "stop walking so fast, I'm in dress shoes."
Prank rolled her eyes, but started walking slower so the other girls could catch up. Before long, the girls were standing outside of Irving Hall. The sisters walked in while Smarts lingered behind, impressed with what she saw.
"So," Smarts spoke up, "about this Medda, how old is she?"
The girls snickered. "You can ask her," Ramble said, "but I don't she'll tell you the truth."
"Oh Smarts," Prank got her friends attention, "that's the sign I'm talking about." Prank pointed to the green exit sign.
"That is weird." Smarts agreed with her friend. Just then Medda stepped out.
"Hello girls," she called. The sisters smiled and approached Medda. Smarts lingered a little bit.
"Hi Medda," Ramble called, "this is our friend Smarts."
"Hello," Medda said politely.
"Sorry, we're here so early." Prank apologized, "but my sisters were getting cabin fever."
"That's alright," Medda said, "You better get dressed."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
This nearly caused the other girls to scream at her.
"PRANKSTER!" Marbles yelled, "you are not wearing your newsies clothes while you sing."
"Well it's not like I have anything else to wear." Prank responded, thinking she won the argument.
"Well," Medda began, "you all can borrow some of my costumes."
"Damnit," Pranks said, knowing she was defeated.
"Can we go look at them now?" Ramble asked getting excited.
"Sure, let me show you." Medda agreed. The girls were lead upstairs and were taken to her dressing room. One side of the room was dedicated to mirrors, make up, and hair stuff. While the other side was a complete collection of outfits that Medda wore for different shows.
"Pick what ever ones you like," Medda said, "and if the boys come, I'll tell them you're around." Medda smiled.
The girls returned the smile. "Thanks Medda," Marbles said. The other girls offered their thanks and then Medda closed the door. After the click of the door sliding into place did Ramble, Marbles, and Smarts get mischievous smiles on their faces and turned to look at Prank.
"What?" Prank asked, "don't look at me like that," she stepped toward the clothes rack, "I'm picking out something, I'm picking out something."
The girls stepped forward and began moving through the racks. Ramble was the first to find hers. She pulled out a blue dress. The sleeves were ¾ lengths and the dress was made out of a light material.
"Nice," Marbles commented as Ramble put it on.
The next 'found mine' came from Marbles as she pulled out a short sleeve red dress made of silk. When Prank saw the dress she went into a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny?" Marbles was getting a little offended.
"No no no," Prank said between breaths, "it's not the dress, I'm imagining," she burst out laughing again.
"What is it?" Ramble asked very curious. When Prank was able to breathe again, she explained herself.
"No, I'm getting a mental picture of Mush when he sees you in that. 'Duh uumm…da..da…da….uumm…wow!" Prank imitated. This caused Smarts and Ramble to burst out into laughter also. Marbles did her best to look stern, but she realized that Prank was right and began laughing also.
"So," Marbles asked, "do you think I should change the dress?"
"NO!" Smarts cried, "I have to see the look on Mush's face."
The corners of Marbles mouth went up a bit. "Yeah, I want to too."
The search continued for Smarts and Prankster. But the next 'found mine' came from Smarts. She pulled out a green dress. The sleeves went down to her elbows, and the straps cris-crossed in the back. When her hair was pulled up it would show off the crossing easily. Prankster continued her search. Her sisters were growing very tired of waiting and were about ready to pick one for her, when she found it.
"Yes!" she cried in victory as she pulled out the dress. Possibly the only black thing Medda owned. The dress was long sleeve but had a very low cut back. The dress was made of velvet and hugged her curves when she put it on.
"What do ya think?" Prank asked.
"I think I'll need to poke out Blink's other eye," Ramble joked.
"Oh no," Prank cried.
"You nervous?" Smarts asked her friend. Prank shook her head.
"Not really," she shrugged, checking herself in the mirror, "I used to do this for a living."
"You're going to be great tonight." Marbles commented.
Just then the door knocked and Medda entered the room.
"You girls look lovely," Medda said.
"Thank you," Smarts replied.
"Anyway, the boys are here and the show will start soon," Medda announced.
"How are the guys?" Smarts asked.
Medda chuckled and shook her head; "They're a little edgy." Medda said, "they're wondering where there girls are."
The sisters started giggling.
"So you're going on first." Medda announced.
"Let's go." Marbles jumped up and began to walk out the door. The rest of the girls did the same. They walked in silence and they were soon in the wings of the stage. From their position the girls could see the boys sitting impatiently at the table. This caused Prank to giggle a little. Medda approached them from behind.
"I'm going ta introduce ya," Medda said, then walked on the stage. The shouts and whistles were heard across Irving Hall. She put her arms up silencing the newsies.
"Hey newsies," she greeted. The once quiet hall burst into more noise as they cheered Medda on. She had to silence them again.
"I won't be singin' much tonight," there were cries of protest from the newsies.
"But," she continued, "we'se got a good line up for ya, you actually know these people, so please welcome Marbles, Ramble, Smarts and Prankster."
The mention of the girl's names made the Manhattan and the Brooklyn newsies to go into screaming fits. The other newsies weren't too sure, but with Brooklyn cheering they decided it would be best for their health if they cheered also. They cheered even more when they saw the four girls were near their age and in their eyes were very beautiful. The girl in black held up her hand and the boys grew silent.
Prank held up her hand and to her surprise it worked. She looked down near the front to see Racetrack, his jaw on the table. She grabbed at her chin and cleared her throat. Race got the hint and closed his mouth. Prank looked at Mush and found that she was very accurate at her prediction.
"Hey Marbles," she pointed to Mush, "I was right."
"Shut up," Marbles called.
"Ok," she turned to the newsies, "well, I'm here as a gift to someone, and you better like it Sparky," she growled, "so with that said, let's go." The music started and Prank started singing.
"One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya,
I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya meet ya meet ya meet ya
One day, maybe next week,
I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya
I will go past your house
And if the lights are all down
I'll see you around
One way, or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way, or another I'm gonna win ya, I'll get ya, I'll get ya
One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya, I'm gonna meet ya meet ya meet ya meet ya
One day maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya
And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your voice downtown
See who's hanging round,"
Prank paused for the instrument solo. She then proceeded to sing the next verse.
"One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the spill
Or slip on a hill for another I'm gonna lose ya, I'll trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way, or another, I'm gonna lose ya, I wanna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way, or another, I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna give you the slip
I walked down the hall stand on the bottom wall
Where I can see it all, find out who you are
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Specials are a wrap you get your savings out.
One way or another, I wanna get ya, I'll get ya, I'll get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way or another, I wanna get ya, I'll get ya, I'll get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way or another, I wanna get ya, I'll get ya, I'll get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way or another, I wanna get ya, I'll get ya, I'll get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way or another, I wanna get ya, I'll get ya, I'll get ya get ya get ya get ya,"
The music ended and the newsies burst into cheers. It took the girls a while, but they were able to settle them down.
"I'm sorry," Prank apologized, "but my sisters will kill me if I don't sing a slow, pretty song," she said sarcastically, "so just chill for a few minutes." The boys, however, had a different view. The song started playing, and with an angelic voice Prankster began to sing.
"Maybe tonight we could close the door,
And lock ourselves inside, take time, to feel.
I don't want to miss the chance, to be so real
Days all fly away and I forget the truth.
Everything that matters, is in this room.
When you lie next to me.
Breathing the air I breathe.
We don't have to speak, just be.
Love's a precious thing.
Don't want to waste a day,
Or one more minute without you in it.
Life is so sweet,
When you lie next to me.
My heart is yours,
And every part of me still wants to give you more.
More time to love,
Cause you never know when life will leave us.
I want to take in all the beauty here.
Let the world around us just disappear.
When you lie next to me.
Breathing the air I breathe.
We don't have to speak, just be.
Love's a precious thing.
Don't want to waste a day,
Or one more minute without you in it.
Life is so sweet,
When you lie next to me .
Lie next to me,
When you lie next to me.
Breathing the air I breathe.
We don't have to speak, just be.
Love's a precious thing.
Don't want to waste a day,
Or one more minute without you in it.
Life is so sweet,
When you lie next to me.
(A/N WAIT FOR IT)
When you lie next to me."
Prank finished her song and the once silent hall erupted in cheers, whistles, hoots, and lets not forget hollers. The girls continued performing until their last song ended, the girls thanked the audience and bowed one last time before walking off stage.
"Oh my," Ramble squealed. Medda came up to them.
"You girls can change after the show," The girls thanked her and Medda was on the stage. The girls walked to where the boys were. The got approvals by everyone they passed. Prank ignored them all until she approached Racetrack.
"Dear me," he said, "don't ya look nice." Prank smiled,
"Why thank you," Prank turned to see Mush and Marbles.
"Da….uummmm….da…da…uuummm….wow!" was what Prank heard. The girls burst out into fits of laughter.
"I so called that," Prank exclaimed.
Prank was suddenly jolted foreword as two arms wrapped around her back, forcing into a very weird hug.
"Thank you Lyssie," the voice cried. The corners of Prank's mouth turned up as she turned to find her attacker a young boy.
"Your welcome Sparks."
"Hey Pranksta," a voice cried. The table turned to find the owner of the voice to be Spot.
"Heya Spot," she greeted. Spot nodded his head. (A/N: ok I know no other way to put this except for the 'guy nod' you should all know what I'm talking about.) Spot then looked past her to see Race sitting down.
"Hey Race," he spoke, "if ya eva stupid enough ta let dis one go," Spot pointed to Prank, "send heah ta me."
Prank raised her eyebrow at Spots comment. "Well," she spoke, "I don't know if I should feel flattered or insulted."
"I think it was a complement," Smarts offered.
"Yes," Prank said, "but can never be too sure with Brooklyn." She smiled and turned to find Spot with an angry glare.
"Spot, I was kidding, thank you…I think," Prank hoped to make peace with the Brooklyn leader. Spot accepted Pranks peace offer and pull a chair out for him to sit down.
Smiling to herself, Prank pulled up a chair and sat down next to Racetrack. The rest of the newsies were cheering Medda as she started singing. With the rest of the hall distracted Race smiled and leaned toward Prank to whisper in her ear.
"You'se all were great."
Prank grinned at the compliment and turned her head toward Racetrack.
"Thanks," she mouthed, the hall now too loud for people to have a decent conversation. Racetrack leaned in and whispered again.
"Ya look great too." Prank blushed slightly at his comment, the song was ending and the newsies were calming down. Enough for people to talk without worrying about losing their voice the next day.
"Why thank you," Prank said sweetly, and gave him a quick kiss. She pulled away, a little too fast to Race's liking. But they turned their attention back to the table. Smarts was talking to Marbles, Mush was holding her around the waist. Jack, Killjoy and Spot were off on their own topic, and Ramble was sitting on Blink's lap, his smile nearly as big as his face. Suddenly the hall was filled with the laughter of Marbles and Smarts. The table was giving the two funny looks.
"What's so funny?" Jack smirked.
Marbles waved her hand in the air as to motion them away, "It's nothing."
"No," Ramble piped in; "I wanna hear it." Ramble was starting to get a slight New York accent.
"It's Smarts' joke," Marbles shrugged, "not mine."
"Oh," Ramble's face dropped, "then maybe it would be best if we didn't hear it." Ramble smiled.
"No, no, no," Smarts objected quickly, "it's funny."
"Will it get us killed?" Killjoy asked in a dead pan voice.
"Depends on how Spot's feeling tonight." Smarts answered Killjoy's question.
You could see Spot's body stiffen at the mention of his name, he turned his head to look at Smarts, shooting her a deadly glare. If looks could kill, she'd be dead three times over.
"Tell me," Spot ordered harshly.
Marbles stood up and started grabbing glasses off the table, "I think I'll take these and run." She was about to leave when Spot spoke up.
"Marbles, stay heah." Marbles sat down still clutching the drinks. Smarts smirked and decided to tell the table.
"Well," Smarts started, "Marbles and I were wondering why you always carry that cane around, she says," Smarts pointed to Marbles, "that you carry it around to make you look good, but I say," Smarts pointed to herself then put her hand down, "that you carry the cane around because you can't have two long things."
No sooner then the words left her mouth then Spot stood up. Not caring very much that she was a girl. He was going to teach her for saying something like that to him. He would've been successful if Jack and Prankster didn't stand up and each grabbed an arm.
"S'ok," Jack attempted to calm his friend down, "she didn't mean nothin' by it." Spot struggled to get past the duo's grasp. Killjoy finally stood up and started holding Spot back. When Spot stopped struggling they were able to talk him into sitting down.
While Jack was attempting to calm his friend, Prank was glaring at Smarts.
"Smarts," Prank began, "is there some reason why you feel Spots the best person to mess with?"
Smarts smirked again and grabbed her drink from Marbles, "Come on Lyssie," Smarts smiled, "it's only Prescott."
Spot's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Prankster was still confused.
"Ummm….what?" Prank asked.
"You know," Smarts explained, "the little kid that left when you were about seven, Prescott, that's him." Smarts pointed to Spot. Pranks eyes grew wide as she looked at Spot like it was the first time she ever saw him. Marbles, Ramble and Killjoy stared at him too.
"Smarts," Ramble said, her eyes not leaving Spot, "that can't be Scotty because….holy mother of pearl." She cried.
"Uh, 'cuse me," Blink spoke up, "but….what's goin' on heah?"
"Well," Smarts spoke, "Spot is an old friend of ours that moved away when I was," Smarts paused to recall how old she was, "about six, I believe."
"That's why we know his real name," Ramble cried.
"Prescott?" Jack at Spot with one eyebrow raised.
"Ahh shut up Francis!" Spot emphasized the word 'Francis.'
"You know," Prank entered the conversation, "Spot has a point."
Racetrack shook his head, "And I'se thought Anthony was bad."
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hahahaha I can be so evil sometimes….Prescott…..I'm sorry I just always envisioned Spot having a really weird name like that. Well, send in the reviews, and I actually have something for the reviewers! PEANUT BUTTER CUPS!!!!!! I stole them form my sister so quick review before she notices they're missing!