Something More Than Temporary
Disclaimer: Alright, this is the usual disclaimer I guess, lol. I don't own Newsies, but I guess I own Fleck. Okay? Okay. And the rating may not fit now, but I think as I keep writing, it'll become more and more appropriate…
Chapter 3: Excuses and a Wasted Day
Just a few minutes after Jack and Fleck fell asleep, the rest of the Lodging House began to awake. As the bunkroom and washroom started bustling with newsies readying themselves for the day ahead, Blink looked around, noticing something was a bit off. "Hey, wheah's Jack an' Fleck?"
Race looked around and shrugged. "Donno. Dey was heah last night, weren't dey?"
"Yeah, I remembah dem goin' ta bed right b'fore I did. Dey ain't up on da roof, are dey?" Blink said, wiggling his eyebrows and grinning.
At that moment, Mush stepped up to save the day - or at least, to save Jack and Fleck's cover. "Jack's got a goilfriend, Blink, give 'em a lil credit. Dey left 'bout an' hour ago ta go sell-"
"Dat early? Da D.O. ain't even opened yet!"
"Lemme finish, wouldja?" Mush said, not missing a beat. Obviously, he'd been planning on this event happening sometime in the future. "Dey left ta go sell in da Bronx."
"Da Bronx? Why'd dey go sell dere?"
"I donno. Somethin' 'bout goin' ta visit an ol' friend or somethin'."
Blink shrugged. "Random," he mumbled, not really worried about where his friends chose to spend their day.
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By the time Fleck and Jack woke up, it was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon. Fleck's eyes fluttered open and her gaze shifted to the warm body she was nestled against; the warm body who had yet to wake up. She smiled to herself and stood up, attempting to straighten out her clothes. She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, and nudged Jack with her foot. "Jack, wake up. We ovahslept."
After a few more nudges, he began to show signs of life. "Ovahslept? By how long?"
"I donno, looks ta me like a real long time dis time. It's gotta be past noon, so what's dat, eight hours?"
"Damn. Dat's gotta be a new record."
"Da guys'll be wonderin'."
"Nah, Mush probly told 'em somethin'. Didn't we agree on da Bronx covah fer if dis should evah happen?"
"Oh yeah, I remembah dat. So if we'se supposed ta be in da Bronx, guess dat means we ain't sellin' taday."
"An' I guess it means we got da rest a da day tageddah. Alone."
"Guess so. So whatcha wanna do?" she asked, knowing full well what he really wanted to do. But after their fight last night, Fleck had other things on her mind. Despite their 'makeup' sex.
"Well, ya know, we could stay up heah an' just hang out, lie around fer a while," he suggested, slipping his arm around her waist. "Relax fer da day."
"Nah. Let's go ta Brooklyn," she said energetically, almost enjoying the look on Jack's face.
"Ta Brooklyn?" he said, not bothering to hide his disappointment. "Why?"
"Ta see Spot."
"But I thought dat ya said-"
"Said what?"
"Nevahmind. I just thought dat aftah last night, ya wouldn't wanna see Spot," he said hopefully.
"Last night didn't change nothin'. We ain't goin' tageddah Jacky boy. You'se seein' oddah people, so I'se gonna see oddah people."
"Is dis 'bout Sarah again? Cuz I awready toldja dat-"
"Jack, calm down! Dis ain't 'bout nothin'! I just wanna go an' see our friend Spot who I ain't seen in a while. It don't mean anythin's gonna happen."
"Yeah, dat's whatcha always say 'bout dese things."
"Am I sensin' some jealousy heah?"
"I ain't jealous-"
"Yeah, shoah," she said, rolling her eyes and grinning. "Let's just go, ok? What happens, happens."
Disclaimer: Alright, this is the usual disclaimer I guess, lol. I don't own Newsies, but I guess I own Fleck. Okay? Okay. And the rating may not fit now, but I think as I keep writing, it'll become more and more appropriate…
Chapter 3: Excuses and a Wasted Day
Just a few minutes after Jack and Fleck fell asleep, the rest of the Lodging House began to awake. As the bunkroom and washroom started bustling with newsies readying themselves for the day ahead, Blink looked around, noticing something was a bit off. "Hey, wheah's Jack an' Fleck?"
Race looked around and shrugged. "Donno. Dey was heah last night, weren't dey?"
"Yeah, I remembah dem goin' ta bed right b'fore I did. Dey ain't up on da roof, are dey?" Blink said, wiggling his eyebrows and grinning.
At that moment, Mush stepped up to save the day - or at least, to save Jack and Fleck's cover. "Jack's got a goilfriend, Blink, give 'em a lil credit. Dey left 'bout an' hour ago ta go sell-"
"Dat early? Da D.O. ain't even opened yet!"
"Lemme finish, wouldja?" Mush said, not missing a beat. Obviously, he'd been planning on this event happening sometime in the future. "Dey left ta go sell in da Bronx."
"Da Bronx? Why'd dey go sell dere?"
"I donno. Somethin' 'bout goin' ta visit an ol' friend or somethin'."
Blink shrugged. "Random," he mumbled, not really worried about where his friends chose to spend their day.
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By the time Fleck and Jack woke up, it was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon. Fleck's eyes fluttered open and her gaze shifted to the warm body she was nestled against; the warm body who had yet to wake up. She smiled to herself and stood up, attempting to straighten out her clothes. She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, and nudged Jack with her foot. "Jack, wake up. We ovahslept."
After a few more nudges, he began to show signs of life. "Ovahslept? By how long?"
"I donno, looks ta me like a real long time dis time. It's gotta be past noon, so what's dat, eight hours?"
"Damn. Dat's gotta be a new record."
"Da guys'll be wonderin'."
"Nah, Mush probly told 'em somethin'. Didn't we agree on da Bronx covah fer if dis should evah happen?"
"Oh yeah, I remembah dat. So if we'se supposed ta be in da Bronx, guess dat means we ain't sellin' taday."
"An' I guess it means we got da rest a da day tageddah. Alone."
"Guess so. So whatcha wanna do?" she asked, knowing full well what he really wanted to do. But after their fight last night, Fleck had other things on her mind. Despite their 'makeup' sex.
"Well, ya know, we could stay up heah an' just hang out, lie around fer a while," he suggested, slipping his arm around her waist. "Relax fer da day."
"Nah. Let's go ta Brooklyn," she said energetically, almost enjoying the look on Jack's face.
"Ta Brooklyn?" he said, not bothering to hide his disappointment. "Why?"
"Ta see Spot."
"But I thought dat ya said-"
"Said what?"
"Nevahmind. I just thought dat aftah last night, ya wouldn't wanna see Spot," he said hopefully.
"Last night didn't change nothin'. We ain't goin' tageddah Jacky boy. You'se seein' oddah people, so I'se gonna see oddah people."
"Is dis 'bout Sarah again? Cuz I awready toldja dat-"
"Jack, calm down! Dis ain't 'bout nothin'! I just wanna go an' see our friend Spot who I ain't seen in a while. It don't mean anythin's gonna happen."
"Yeah, dat's whatcha always say 'bout dese things."
"Am I sensin' some jealousy heah?"
"I ain't jealous-"
"Yeah, shoah," she said, rolling her eyes and grinning. "Let's just go, ok? What happens, happens."