Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, yadda yadda.
A/N: Thanks to who ever reviewed. Shoutouts:
Spotted One: You'll find out who the police officer in this chap. There's more in this chapter, don't worry and your welcome. *hands you a cup of coffee* Just to wake you up a bit more.
They hailed a cab. When they got to Isaac's apartment building, Isaac looked over the front of it while the officer paid the driver. The spray painted walls gleamed in the horrible sunlight. He swiftly turned to the officer.
"I don't appreciate ya callin' me Isaac. Call me Skittery, Officah. Ramirez." He said inspecting Officer Ramirez's badge.
"Well, since we're getting' acquainted, call me Bumlets." He held his hand out for Skittery to shake, but all Skittery did was look at it then turned around and headed for the building. Bumlets followed close behind. When he got inside he was shocked. Teens were sleeping on the staircase holding plastic bags filled with what seemed to be glue. Most of them had horrible tattoos and piercings. They climbed the stairs until they reached the top floor. There was only one apartment on this floor which was unusual. They entered it. It was clean and looked like something you'd see from Goodhousekeeping. Bumlets dropped his bag in the main hallway.
"I'm gonna take a shower, make yourself at home." Skittery muttered on his way to the bathroom. Bumlets looked around his surroundings more carefully. He saw pictures of Skittery with this girl. The girl looked around 16 with auburn curly hair and hazel eyes. She had a fragile face and structure but what stuck out were her masculine arms. They both had one arm slung across each others shoulders. There were several pictures of them posing in funny angles and doing silly faces. But what surprised him was that Skittery looked normal, no bleached hair or a pierced ear, or tattoos scribbled across his arms. He looked away from the photos to look at some of the other items in Skittery's living room. There was a vase with red roses in it, a wide screen T.V., a black leather loveseat, two black leather chairs, a fire place, some magazines strewn across the coffee table, a laptop on an oak desk and a book case. He couldn't believe a druggie could live in a beautiful apartment in an ugly building. He turned towards the front door to see a woman blocking the door frame. Her curly hair was dyed blue and she had a nose piercing. She wore a black shirt and baggy faded jeans that was torn at the knees. Her nails were painted black and she looked so familiar. He looked at her arms to see they were masculine just like the girl in the picture.
"Take a pictah, it'll last longah. Who da hell are ya anyways?" She said in a very strong New York accent. Bumlets stared at her for a few seconds then replied,
"I'se Officah Ramirez. But youse cin call me Bumlets." Bumlets gave her his best lady killing smile. All she did was snort and look at the floor.
"I'se Nadine Tatum. But youse cin call me Atlantic." She looked up, her pale face turned a shade of pink. "I'se Skitts, sistah." She smiled a soft sweet smile. She was wearing black lipstick and black eye shadow. Skittery came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Sis, whatcha doin' heah?" He went over to his sister and hugged her. He had shaving cream smeared on his face. His hair was plastered on to his scalp and some of it went half way down his forehead.
"I'se hoid dat youse was undah house arrest." She punched his arm gently. Skittery laughed. Bumlets noticed while they were talking that Skittery had an earring in his right ear. Everyone knows that if a guy has an earring in his right ear his gay. If it was in his left ear that would mean he's straight. But it was in his right ear. Bumlets shook his head and tried to ignore that fact. It could have been a mistake. They all had coffee together but Bumlets mostly kept quiet. Eventually, Atlantic left and Skittery put the coffee mugs in the dishwasher.
"Okay, tanight and for every other night for the next three months youse gonna sleep in da guest room. It's down da hall on your left and on your right is da bathroom. Da bathroom dat's across da hall is your bathroom. I have me own bathroom in me bedroom so dat means I won't barge in on ya. I noticed before dat youse was lookin' at me earrin'. I bet you wanna know why it's in me right ear." Bumlets looked to his side like there was someone encouraging him then slowly nodded. "I'se actually queer. Don't worry; I don't have an attraction for ya." He said smiling. Skittery headed for his room that was right at end the hall. Bumlets looked around for a few minutes then headed off to bed.
A/N: I know, I put myself in as Skitts sister. Anyways, I need some people to be waitresses with me in the next chap. Details needed, Real name: NN: Age: Personality: Looks: Colors you suit: Newsie Choice 1: Newsie Choice 2 (just in case): And any other stuff you want to add. Send it all to nadineazzam@hotmail.com
A/N: Please review!
A/N: Thanks to who ever reviewed. Shoutouts:
Spotted One: You'll find out who the police officer in this chap. There's more in this chapter, don't worry and your welcome. *hands you a cup of coffee* Just to wake you up a bit more.
They hailed a cab. When they got to Isaac's apartment building, Isaac looked over the front of it while the officer paid the driver. The spray painted walls gleamed in the horrible sunlight. He swiftly turned to the officer.
"I don't appreciate ya callin' me Isaac. Call me Skittery, Officah. Ramirez." He said inspecting Officer Ramirez's badge.
"Well, since we're getting' acquainted, call me Bumlets." He held his hand out for Skittery to shake, but all Skittery did was look at it then turned around and headed for the building. Bumlets followed close behind. When he got inside he was shocked. Teens were sleeping on the staircase holding plastic bags filled with what seemed to be glue. Most of them had horrible tattoos and piercings. They climbed the stairs until they reached the top floor. There was only one apartment on this floor which was unusual. They entered it. It was clean and looked like something you'd see from Goodhousekeeping. Bumlets dropped his bag in the main hallway.
"I'm gonna take a shower, make yourself at home." Skittery muttered on his way to the bathroom. Bumlets looked around his surroundings more carefully. He saw pictures of Skittery with this girl. The girl looked around 16 with auburn curly hair and hazel eyes. She had a fragile face and structure but what stuck out were her masculine arms. They both had one arm slung across each others shoulders. There were several pictures of them posing in funny angles and doing silly faces. But what surprised him was that Skittery looked normal, no bleached hair or a pierced ear, or tattoos scribbled across his arms. He looked away from the photos to look at some of the other items in Skittery's living room. There was a vase with red roses in it, a wide screen T.V., a black leather loveseat, two black leather chairs, a fire place, some magazines strewn across the coffee table, a laptop on an oak desk and a book case. He couldn't believe a druggie could live in a beautiful apartment in an ugly building. He turned towards the front door to see a woman blocking the door frame. Her curly hair was dyed blue and she had a nose piercing. She wore a black shirt and baggy faded jeans that was torn at the knees. Her nails were painted black and she looked so familiar. He looked at her arms to see they were masculine just like the girl in the picture.
"Take a pictah, it'll last longah. Who da hell are ya anyways?" She said in a very strong New York accent. Bumlets stared at her for a few seconds then replied,
"I'se Officah Ramirez. But youse cin call me Bumlets." Bumlets gave her his best lady killing smile. All she did was snort and look at the floor.
"I'se Nadine Tatum. But youse cin call me Atlantic." She looked up, her pale face turned a shade of pink. "I'se Skitts, sistah." She smiled a soft sweet smile. She was wearing black lipstick and black eye shadow. Skittery came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Sis, whatcha doin' heah?" He went over to his sister and hugged her. He had shaving cream smeared on his face. His hair was plastered on to his scalp and some of it went half way down his forehead.
"I'se hoid dat youse was undah house arrest." She punched his arm gently. Skittery laughed. Bumlets noticed while they were talking that Skittery had an earring in his right ear. Everyone knows that if a guy has an earring in his right ear his gay. If it was in his left ear that would mean he's straight. But it was in his right ear. Bumlets shook his head and tried to ignore that fact. It could have been a mistake. They all had coffee together but Bumlets mostly kept quiet. Eventually, Atlantic left and Skittery put the coffee mugs in the dishwasher.
"Okay, tanight and for every other night for the next three months youse gonna sleep in da guest room. It's down da hall on your left and on your right is da bathroom. Da bathroom dat's across da hall is your bathroom. I have me own bathroom in me bedroom so dat means I won't barge in on ya. I noticed before dat youse was lookin' at me earrin'. I bet you wanna know why it's in me right ear." Bumlets looked to his side like there was someone encouraging him then slowly nodded. "I'se actually queer. Don't worry; I don't have an attraction for ya." He said smiling. Skittery headed for his room that was right at end the hall. Bumlets looked around for a few minutes then headed off to bed.
A/N: I know, I put myself in as Skitts sister. Anyways, I need some people to be waitresses with me in the next chap. Details needed, Real name: NN: Age: Personality: Looks: Colors you suit: Newsie Choice 1: Newsie Choice 2 (just in case): And any other stuff you want to add. Send it all to nadineazzam@hotmail.com
A/N: Please review!