Title: Twisted

Chapter: Chapter One—Starring Sarah

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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I pushed a lock of hair behind my ear and picked up a basket full of Mother's laundry. I was still wearing my Sunday best, a prim little white dress with Mother's handmade lace decorating the hems. I don't know why I hadn't changed out of it. I wasn't planning on doing chores in my best dress, was I?

I think I knew I'd see Jack, he's my beau, or perhaps another newsie. It was a woman's duty to look pretty for her beau and other men, right? I wasn't much concerned with a "woman's duties," but I felt that one was pretty important. Jack Kelly was apt to wander to anyone if I didn't keep tabs on him. And, I tell you, it's disturbing to get these notions that your boyfriend and your brother are kissing behind your back.

Laundry basket in hand, I started down the stairs of my apartment building. And I ran right into the most gorgeous member of the opposite sex I'd ever seen. To tell you the truth, I didn't know that he was gorgeous at the time... the contents of my basket had guided themselves to land on his head and shoulders. I was mortified. Why had Mother wanted me to do the delicates today?!

With a good nature, the young man took the linen undergarments off his head and put them back in my basket. Still, I hadn't noticed him for all the apologetic murmuring I was doing. Eyes cast downward, I picked up any stray clothes. And then my dark brown eyes met his almost black ones. His eyes were like Jack's... but... I never got lost like that in Jack's eyes...

"So sorry, miss. I do hope I haven't caused you any trouble." Maybe it was just me, but his smile said he was hoping to cause me trouble. And, bless me, Father, for I have sinned! I wanted him to cause trouble for me. The boy held his hand out for me to shake. Adjusting my laundry basket, I held out mine and was surprised at the texture of his skin. It wasn't callused. It was smooth and silky, as if he'd never done a lick of work in his life. But then, what was he doing in these apartments? The tenants here couldn't afford anything better, and if you didn't work, you were most likely rolling in money.

"No trouble at all, sir. My name is Sarah Jacobs. I haven't seen you before, do you live in this building?" I couldn't help noticing his hair was the same length as Jack's, but the color was lighter. His bangs had wandered into his eyes, an endearing quality of that particular length of hair I'd always loved.

"I don't live here," he laughed. It was a laugh that said "Me? Reside here? You're out of your mind." But it was a nice laugh, all the same. What's the matter with me?! Don't I love Jack?! "My name is Fox... Fox Banagher."

I just about died right there. That name still sends a shiver down my back. You can't help being attracted to somebody named Fox Banagher. It made me forget about Jack and the laundry. It made me forget about a woman's duties and about things a lady wasn't supposed to even think about. Of course I was thinking those things about Fox Banagher. Minutes later, I was doing them.

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It killed me later, to think I had cheated on Jack. And you know what? Cheating wasn't the first thought to come to mind afterwards. It was, "If I had known there were things like this involved in love, I would've let Jack do more than just kiss me now and then."

But even that first time I knew Jack would never have the same magic that Fox Banagher had in his touch. Jack wasn't a virgin; there wasn't a question in my mind about that. Still... experienced as Jack might have been, experienced as anyone might have been, they couldn't equal to Fox Banagher.

I'll admit I wasn't ashamed that I had just been with a man. I don't think you could be ashamed of a Fox Banagher sensation. I was proud. It didn't particularly matter how little time I'd known him or who he was. His name was enough to spark a fire in the coldest woman's loins.

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Flushed and disheveled, I took Fox to meet my mother and father. Did they know I was no longer that innocent girl that left not half an hour ago to do their laundry? Mother was offering Fox a cup of tea when David and Les, my brothers, swung our door open nonchalantly and walked in. Jack was behind them. Fox smiled this... smile. There's hardly a word to fit that smirk of his, but I'll settle for the "twisted."

"Aftehnoon, boys. Would ye like some tea as well?" Mother hurried back to the kitchen to put a kettle on the old, black stove. Father, still nursing his bum arm, suddenly had that excited spark in his eyes that he got whenever Jack stopped by. Father loved to ask Jack questions about the strike and Jack loved to answer them.

Les sat on my right side, where he always likes to sit, and Jack looked dismayed that Fox was sitting in his spot by my left. Jack pulled the chair next to Fox out and slumped into it.

"Oh, Davey, Jack, this is Fox Banagher. Fox, that's David, my older brother, and Jack, my, uh..." I blushed. I think Jack mistook it for innocence, but Fox knew exactly what it was and he just nodded, still smirking like crazy. "And that's Les, my younger brother." Les stared up at Fox. Jack grinned and held out a hand. Fox shook it.

"Wheah ya' from, Fox?" Jack and Fox chatted and I couldn't stand it. I wanted to smack them both. I wanted to stand up and shout that I no longer loved Jack. Had I ever? But who wanted Jack when they could have Fox? I very nearly smirked myself. I could get better than a street rat with no money. Fox was so obviously wealthy in those (now rumpled) clothes made of silk and other fine materials.

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And wouldn't you know it? I spent so long talking to myself about Fox that by the time I looked up, he had left with Jack, Davey, and Les. I cursed myself. I cursed Fox. He just left me with no good-bye! What kind of a boyfriend did that?

I'm kidding myself. Now that I had been with Fox, Jack was a mere memory. Jack-and-Sarah days were over. I also knew Fox would never be my boyfriend, because it's one thing to get the notion that your beau is kissing your brother. It's another thing to look out of the window and see it.

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Author's Note: Thank god that's over. I hate Sarah, that stupid man-bitch. Stupid girl can't act... sounds like a man... rrrr. Now that she's out of the way, I can enjoy writing the rest of the stories about Fox.

Guess who the next story is about. Just guess.