I LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, that's enough of that. Well, ff.net is finally back up! Yaye! So here's chapter 17. Double yaye!
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Disclaimer: I don't own newsies, I never will. Unless Disney wants to be nice today and just GIVE me the rights. ::looks hopeful:: uuummm maybe not.
TO THE STORY!!!
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It was still dark when Prankster opened her eyes again. Her stomach complained, forgetting about the three apples she had earlier that night. She ignored the dull pain that ached throughout her left side as she reached and fumbled with the matches. She quickly stuck the match and caught flame to the wick of the candle on her nightstand. The room glowed with a dim light. She then grabbed her watch; it read 5:17 in the morning. It would be at least another hour before any other newsies woke up. She rolled out of bed, knowing that she wouldn't be sleeping.
She searched the room to find some clothes. The only thing she could find was her pants and suspenders. She looked for her shirt and skirt but couldn't find either of them. Prankster shrugged and vowed she'd find her shirt and skirt later, she pulled on her pants and only put a suspender over her right shoulder. (A.N. YES SHE IS WEARING A NIGHT SHIRT GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER! ::looks directly at Jadewing::)
She carefully walked over to the window. The health room that Prankster was staying at overlooked the hill. She could've seen to the bottom if it wasn't so dark. The room was on the first floor but a concrete ledge surrounded the building. Prankster pushed the window up and immediately felt the chilly breeze sweep throughout the room. She shivered, turned form the window, and walked to her bed. She pulled the heavy blanket off the bunk and wrapped herself in it. She felt the warmthness and began to feel better, she then made her way back to the window, she began to climb out of the building.
Her bare foot touched the cold concrete and she instantly shuddered. She resisted the urge to climb back in and set her other foot down. Desperate to get her cold feet off the cement she slowly sat down. The ache swelled as she turned the wrong way. She took a moment to recollect her thoughts and attempted to sit down again. This time Prankster succeeded. She stared blankly down the street when the sound of footsteps returned her to the present time. Prank smiled when she turned her head and saw whom it was.
"Hello Killjoy." She greeted.
He smirked and jumped on the ledge and sat down next to her.
"So, you're finally up." Killjoy observed. Prankster ignored the comment.
"Where did you go?" She asked. Killjoy sighed.
"I still sold papes," he admitted, "just after the other newsies bought theirs."
"But where did you sleep?" Prankster pulled the blanket closer to her.
"You're sitting on it." Killjoy stared down the street.
Prankster frowned upon hearing this. "Why didn't you come inside?"
"Needed to regroup, collect my thoughts, I just killed a guy, that's not something you just get over." Killjoy explained to his twin. Prankster shook her head as if she knew exactly what he was going through.
"I just didn't want the other hassling me," he continued to stare down the hill, "you know what that's like."
Prankster began to stare down the street as well.
"I'm going to be glad when we're finally back in New York." Prankster confessed. Killjoy turned to look at Prankster.
"I thought you loved San Francisco." He said.
"I never said I didn't," Prankster looked at her brother, "it's just, my past belongs here, my life is in New York now." Killjoy nodded his head understanding what Prank was saying.
"Are you going to quit working now?" He asked, changing the subject. Prankster smiled.
"Well, Marbles will probably split her money with Ramble after Ramble gives it all to the other newsies." Prankster predicted. Killjoy smiled.
"Yeah I can see that, but what are you going to do with your money?" He repeated the question.
"I'm probably going to work, and pretend like it doesn't exist until I really need it." She confessed.
"I can see you doing that." Killjoy agreed.
"Do you know what you'll do with it?" Prankster asked.
"Not sure yet," Killjoy answered truthfully. A silence settled between the twins. Neither knew what to say to each other about the fight they had. It was Prankster who eventually broke the silence. By chuckling very softly. She covered her mouth in attempt to stop laughing. But she only achieved to laugh harder. Killjoy turned his head to look at Prankster once more.
"What's so funny." He smiled.
Prankster looked at Killjoy and began laughing harder.
"What?" Killjoy was getting annoyed.
Prankster took a deep breath and then began to speak.
"I can't remember the last time we had a civil conversation last this long." She smirked again.
Killjoy smirked as well and nodded his head, "neither can I."
Their laughter died down and a silence settled between the two again. Prankster again, broke the silence but it wasn't with laughter.
"Jayden," She whispered his read name, "what ever happened to us?"
Killjoy said nothing, but continued to stare down the street. The first morning rays of the sun were breaking through the horizon. He took a deep breath and began.
"We grew apart I guess." He leaned back so his back rested against the lodging house. "God I've been such an idiot."
Prankster opened her mouth to agree but Killjoy raised his hand and pointed at her.
"You can bash me after I'm finished." He ordered. Prankster only nodded. Killjoy nodded and took another deep breath before beginning.
"For the longest time I nearly hated you, Caleb and Owyn, you could always get them to talk to you, you could do anything and not get in trouble, yet if I breathed wrong mother would make the whole world know." Killjoy no longer looked at Prank.
"You can't get in trouble if everyone ignores you." Prankster pointed out. "I may have gotten away with everything, but at least you were treated like you existed."
Killjoy nodded. "This is one of those the-grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side, isn't it?"
Prankster smirked and nodded her head in agreement. The twins watched the sun come more to view and Killjoy spoke again.
"I don't hate you anymore." Prankster turned her head back to Killjoy, "When I thought Bane killed you," Killjoy swallowed, holding back tears just from the memory, "it was then that I realized that I loved you more then life itself, and kept thinking that the last thing I said to you was that I hated you." Killjoy pulled his matted hair behind his ear and blinked back his tears he had been holding for years.
Prankster looked at her brother with sympathy, remembering her breakdown she had a few months ago. She smirked.
"You never actually said you hated me then." She corrected her brother. Killjoy smirked. Prankster offered no other words, but loosened the blanket around her shoulders. She laid down and rested her head in his lap, Killjoy began to play with her hair.
"Whoever said twins acted the same never met us." Prankster smirked, and even though she couldn't see Killjoy, she knew he was smirking also.
"Yeah, we're complete opposite, kinda like Right and Left." Killjoy agreed with his sister.
"Yeah, only I don't think you have a crush on me, or I hope not, I don't think Race would like that." Prankster smiled.
"I don't think I would like that." Killjoy added.
"Are you saying I'm unattractive?" Prankster asked in mock anger.
"What?" Killjoy asked, flabbergasted. (A.N isn't flabbergasted a funny word?)
"No I think you're very pretty…I just don't do the imbread thing." Killjoy fumbled with his words. "Wait," he changed the subject. "Left and Right like each other?"
Prankster smiled and nodded her head. "Since they were 13, I'm thinking of getting them together like I did Mink and Tenor." Killjoy chuckled at the comment and began playing with her hair again.
"That was one of your better pranks." He stopped, "that and the trolley car one."
Prankster groaned. "No one forgets that do they?"
Killjoy shook his head, and began laughing,
"What's so funny?" Prank asked.
"It's just, when we were home, you were ignored and the only paid attention to me," Prankster gave a 'so' look, "but with the newsies you got all the attention and I am ignored."
Prankster smiled, but it fell when she spoke.
"I want to see them again."
"Are you sure?" Killjoy asked in concern.
"No," she admitted, "but I have to see them."
"I'll take you," Killjoy volunteered, "We'll take Marbles and Ramble with us, it'll be a family thing, is that ok?"
Prankster nodded her head, and agreed with the plan. "The newsies should be up soon." Prankster spoke. No sooner then was that said then Claire's voice could be heard.
"WAKE UP YA BUMS." Claire joked. Killjoy and Prankster smirked and covered their mouths to keep from laughing. After they calmed down the med room's door burst open and the room began filling with concerned newsies wanting to see how Prankster was. They were surprised when they found her bed empty.
"Where is she Art?" Small Talk asked his older brother.
"I don't know." Art admitted.
"Look," Jack pointed to the open window; a panic filled the other newsies as they ran to the window. They were surprised to find Prank on the ledge of the lodging house and her twin accompanying her.
"Wad'are ya doin'?" Racetrack scolded; glad she was ok, and angry that she scared him like that.
"Starving," Prankster responded quickly. She began to sit up.
"Are you going to sell today?" Sherlock, an older newsie, helped Prankster through the window and then proceeded to assist Killjoy.
Prankster shook her head. "No, the Doc will get himself a hernia if I'm not here today."
Some of the other newsies looked at her strangely but walked out of the room.
"We'll get ya some food." Mush assured Prank.
"Be back soon." Marbles called.
"Get to bed." Ramble did her best to sound authoritative.
"Alright," Prank agreed with her sister.
Prankster walked to her bed and turned around when she reached the bed.
"All of you," Prank pointed to the various newsies in the room, "get out and for god sakes I'm starving can you get me some food now." She ordered.
Her sisters snickered as they walked out of the room with the others.
"We'll have food soon." They called and soon their footsteps could be heard going down the hill.
Prankster was alone once more. She crawled into bed and laid down; she wasn't as tired as she was exhausted. She stared aimlessly at the top bunk and began to wonder. 'Why food would come,' 'where was that doctor?' 'Why was watching dust particles so entertaining?'
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