Title: Twisted
Chapter: Prologue
Rating: PG-13 for sex and slash
Disclaimer: Disney owns Newsies and all the characters from Newsies (well, excepting the ones that were real… i.e. Spot and Racetrack). They're all copyright and what not, blah blah blah, you've seen it a billion times. I don't own them, but I do own Fox Banagher. Do NOT take him and PLEASE don't let me catch you with a character similar to his. I love this baby.
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Man, dat boy was somet'ing. He had dis real fake soundin' name, y'know? Fox Banagher. Makes ya want to roll youh eyes or swoon, dependin' on youh type. Fox Banagher. It sounded like a stage name. I don' know, like some kind of t'ing for good-lookin' mugs. Well, he was good-lookin'. I don' suppose dere was a goil (or guy, fer dat matteh) dat didn' dream he'd kissed 'em at least once. I'm not admittin' dat I had a crush on 'im, 'cause I didn'.
I'm lyin'. I did.
Aw, Jesus, he should've come back. He should've stayed. He wouldn' have ta stay fer me. Jus' stay. So's we all could see 'is pretty face an' twisted smile. Reminded me o' some o' da Brooklyn boys, but, man, he wasn' even from New Yawk. He was outta' some kinda' fairy story. He could charm youse even if ya was dead. He left a lotta' us dat way. Dead.
I coulda' been anyone o' da goils or boys he sexed up. Fer ev'ry heart he stole, he broke anudda'. I coulda' been any one o' dose. I wasn' da foist or da last one. Somewheah in da middle, y'know? Man... I musta' spent a fortune on cigahs tryin' ta ferget him.
It wasn' all bad dat he left, t'ough. We wouldn'a wanted 'im playin' around wit' all o' us, anyway, I'm suah. And he made a couple o' us loi'n somet'ing important about ouhselves. Fer instance, I suddenly knew dat I would raddeh kiss a boy like 'im d'an a goil.
And, I confess, I'd raddeh kiss a boy like him d'an a boy like me new lovah, but he's gone and my lovah's heah. And he kisses pretty good. I'm happy. But at night sometimes, I wish... I wish...
Fox Banagher. Shit. He shoulda' never come heah. Right outta' a dream wit' that crazy name of his. Man. Fox Banagher.
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Author's Note: Go ahead, ask me who's narrating.
"Who's narrating, Rosie?"
Ahaha! Nobody. Choose whomever you want. The story will go through most of the newsboys meeting Fox. Mentioning cigars isn't a big deal, it doesn't mean that the narrator is Racetrack or Snipeshooter. I figure spending money on an expensive cigar is something most newsies could or would have done. Sorry to everyone who reviewed before... your reviews were deleted when FF.net took Twisted off, so I don't have any "shout-outs." *curses FF.net*