Title: Twisted

Chapter: Jack Joins

Rating: PG-13 for sex and slash... maybe it should be "R", teehee

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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Fox Banagher had dis kind of familiarity about 'im. Ya gotta see 'im ta know what I means. When Sarah intr'duced us, I couldn' place it. An' now, I know.

'E's got dis real intelligent look an' tawk. 'Bout as tall as I am, an' he's got coily haih dat's pretty dark. 'E's a liddle moah blue in da eye, howevah. I mean, from da way Davey's eyes are. Fox looks like Davey, dat's what I'se tryin' ta get across. An' I gotta' say, Fox was a pretty han'some fella.

But, man, what was up wit' his name? Fox Banagher. Kinda' silly soundin'. But also, it sounded excitin', like a boy in some kinda' show. I asked 'im if it was 'is real name an' he looked at me sideways. He said it was, but dat sideways glance got me. I couldn' really tell if he was foolin' wit' me or tellin' da truth.

Speakin' of tellin' da truth, I felt kinda' bad fer leavin' Dave by himself. But Fox told me Davey wasn' feelin' up ta goin' anywheah at da moment an' was gonna take a nap. Les also chose ta stay behind. Dat was odd, too. Les always likes ta do stuff wit' me. I wondah if dey jus' didn' like Fox, if dat's even possible.

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Fox wanted me ta walk him around New Yawk. Well, who bettah ta walk him around den me? I showed him all da best places ta be. I even took him up ta da Lodgin' 'Ouse. No one was dere, but dat wasn' a shockah. Nobody likes ta stay in da Lodgin' 'Ouse if dey can be out havin' fun 'round da city. I mean, woikin'.

I brushed da haih outta my eyes an' Fox looked around like da place stank of rotten eggs. Heh, okay, maybe it did. Some of da boys like ta bring in odd t'ings. Dey collect stuff like food in case dey go hungry one day. Dey's like liddle packrats. I glanced at Fox an' suddenly felt guilty fer takin' him ta such a filt'y place. He ain't da type dat lives like me, I could tell. His clothes were moah like Davey's an' he prob'ly lives in some fancy apartment.

"Ya wanna go? We don' hafta hang 'round heah." Fox turned ta me when I started talkin'. He grinned. It wasn' really a grin, t'ho, it was moah like his mout' had twisted inta some odd cross between evil an' good. An' dat twisted grin sparked somet'ing in me. I couldn' help myself. I grabbed Fox's shirt an' pressed my lips ta his. He seemed ta be expectin' it.

I practically tore Fox's shoit off. His chest was Mush-esque and somet'ing nice ta look at. He timidly began ta undress me, but I got impatient an' finally jus' undressed myself.

I didn' question what was goin' on an' Fox didn', eidah. We jus' went wit' da moment. Da moment said ta us, "Take off youh clothes an' make mad, wild love on Racetrack's bunk." I wondah if I should tell 'im about it.

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Even aftahwards, Fox an' I jus' stayed, lyin' in da bed, holdin' each oddah. We did botha' ta get dressed, howevah, in case any of da boys decided ta wande' in. It'd be easiah ta explain jus' holdin' each oddah den both of us wit' no clothes on.

Fox was really quiet. It gave me time ta t'ink. Me an' Sarah were definitely ovah. I'd cheated on her befoh, but it was different wit' Fox. I felt bad about it wit' Fox. It wasn' because we was both boys. I'd kissed a lotta boys befoh now. An' a lotta goils. An' I'd had sex wit' an equal amount of 'em both. But one boy I'd nevah kissed was Davey. If I was wit' him, I'd nevah kiss on oddah boys or goils. He jus' makes ya want ta be honest an' true.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to stay here. Davey's all yours. I'm finished with both of you." Fox's voice startled me. It was very cleah an' crisp. Dat wasn' what really got me, t'ho. It was like Fox'd read my mind. I hadn' said anyt'ing about Davey ta him.

"Whaddya' mean, done wit' us?" I frowned an' tugged at my bandana noivesly. Fox looked at me wit' his big blue peepahs and gave me dat twisted smile. He pushed my arms offa' him an' stood up.

"You just have to introduce me to your friends now. You're a smart boy, Jack, and you'll figure it out when you've got all the pieces." I tried not ta look confused. Fox had just said I was smart, but I couldn' make sense of what he was sayin'. It was odd, too, dat he made me t'ink so much about Davey. I'd nevah focused so much on him befoh.

"Are ya goin' somewheah, Fox?" Fox looked at me an' dat was all he needed ta do ta tell me, "not yet." I stood up an' straightened da sheets on Race's bed. I leaned one arm on da top bunk of da bed an' stood, gazing at Fox. He came an' kissed me, real soft, on da lips an' den moved ta anuddah part of da room. A big jumble of boys chose dat time ta waltz inta da bunkhouse. I put on a cheesy grin an' went right inta jokin' wit' dem.

"Hey, Cowboy!"

"Youh heah early, hm, Jacky?"

"Gotta new friend, eh, Cowboy?" I laughed an' put a hand on Fox's shouldah.

"Yeah, I do. Dis is Fox... Fox Banagher." Fox studied my friends' faces an' it got real silent in da room as dey studied him, too. Fox finally broke his stare an' looked at me. I couldn' really tell, but he seemed kinda' starved. His eyes were da way a hungry newsie's were when he saw a feast laid out in fronna' him.

"I'm leaving, 'Cowboy.' See you around, hm?" I nodded wordlessly an' let Fox jus' stroll out da door. I'se fairly suah he left wit' somebody, but I didn' see who. I didn' caeh. Right now I had ta talk ta Davey.

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Wit' da image of Fox's grin hauntin' da back of me mind, I raced ta Davey's house. He answered da door. We didn' say anyt'ing to each oddah. He mumbled a g'bye ta Sarah an' I tried not ta look her in da face. I could tell, t'ho, dat she knew.

As soon as da door was shut, I was kissin' Dave in da empty hallway. He pushed me away.

"Not here, Jack." I kissed him again, feverishly. His lips were so different den Fox's. Dey were simplah, somehow. We fell, don' ask me how, inta an empty apartment.

"Fox get ta ya, too, Davey?" Davey gave me a quick glance and then tugged at my rope belt sheepishly. "He's a real charmer, dat Fox Banagher."

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Author's Note: Teehee! Wasn't that fun? Jack/Davey... never would've guessed. *snicker* I liked it. Less, um, graphic than Davey's story. Sometimes, though, it doesn't really seem like Jack. Do you get that feeling? I do...

Oh, man, not sure who to do next. The jumble of newsies leaves so many options. I could just stop here, because it makes a nice little Jack/Davey fic, but I'm not satisfied! Neither is Fox. *more snickers* And this one hinted a lot about who Fox is. Teehee, I'll never tell youuu... (yes, I will, but it'll be at the very end).