Santa Fe Dreamin'
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that Disney does.
Jack Kelly got home early from selling the papes that day. He took off his black cowboy hat, and hung it on a peg near his bed. He ran his fingers through his brown hair, and flopped his body onto the bed. He sighed, and let his brown eyes wander for a moment before setting them directly above him, on the ceiling. He heard the door open, but didn't show any sign of having heard it open. A few floorboards creaked, before a voice called,
"Hey, Jack. Whatcha thinkin' bout?"
Jack now had no choice to look at the intruder. Standing there was the short Italian, smoking a stogie and looking thoughtfully at him.
Race was someone to be trusted, and Jack felt the urge to get this off his chest. With a surge of confidence, he began to talk to Race.
"Race, ya know how me sistah jist came back?"
"Yeah," Race laughed, " An you didn't even recognize her!"
Jack forced a weak smile, " Dere's something I've been wantin to tell her, but if I tell her, den she'll git mad at me."
Race suddenly became concerned, and dragged a chair over to Jack's bunk, " Is everythin alright Jack? Is dere something I should know?"
Jack smiled, and comforted his worried friend, " Naw. It's jist some things of me past. I'd like ta tell her, but dey ain't to pleasant."
"Tell me Jack. I'se got time, and da uddahs are still at Tibby's"
Jack looked up, and back at Race, and began to spin his tale.
What do you think so far? Review!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that Disney does.
Jack Kelly got home early from selling the papes that day. He took off his black cowboy hat, and hung it on a peg near his bed. He ran his fingers through his brown hair, and flopped his body onto the bed. He sighed, and let his brown eyes wander for a moment before setting them directly above him, on the ceiling. He heard the door open, but didn't show any sign of having heard it open. A few floorboards creaked, before a voice called,
"Hey, Jack. Whatcha thinkin' bout?"
Jack now had no choice to look at the intruder. Standing there was the short Italian, smoking a stogie and looking thoughtfully at him.
Race was someone to be trusted, and Jack felt the urge to get this off his chest. With a surge of confidence, he began to talk to Race.
"Race, ya know how me sistah jist came back?"
"Yeah," Race laughed, " An you didn't even recognize her!"
Jack forced a weak smile, " Dere's something I've been wantin to tell her, but if I tell her, den she'll git mad at me."
Race suddenly became concerned, and dragged a chair over to Jack's bunk, " Is everythin alright Jack? Is dere something I should know?"
Jack smiled, and comforted his worried friend, " Naw. It's jist some things of me past. I'd like ta tell her, but dey ain't to pleasant."
"Tell me Jack. I'se got time, and da uddahs are still at Tibby's"
Jack looked up, and back at Race, and began to spin his tale.
What do you think so far? Review!!!