Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, yadda yadda.
A/N: Thanks to who ever reviewed. Shoutouts:
Spotted One: Here's more for you, Spotted One. Thanks.
ThumbsuckerSnitch: Hey don't worry about being picky. I mean I don't care as long as you're honest. Thanks again for reviewing.
Bumlets was up at the crack of dawn, had a shower, shaved and got dressed. He headed for the kitchen and decided to make himself a breakfast. He found some eggs, green bell peppers, onions and tomatoes to make him and Skittery omelets. He got the frying pan, butter, a bowl and a spoon to stir with. He put the frying pan on the stove, put butter in it and turned on the stove. He began to chop the other ingredients and mix them in with the eggs. The aroma of cooking drifted through the apartment and reached Skittery's room. Skittery caught the lovely aroma and slowly woke up. His eye lids fluttered open then he looked around for a few seconds then stretched out. He dropped his feet to the cold marble floor and rubbed at his neck. That sure smells good, he thought. He hopped out of bed and went to the kitchen. When he entered, he saw Bumlets make omelets while dancing to some music on his walkman. Skittery watched this for a few minutes, amused. Bumlets was a good dancer; his moves flowed after one another. He looked like water slipping easily into the hardest moves. Finally Bumlets finished his dance by facing the doorway of the kitchen. He stopped his walkman and pulled down his headphones so that they hang on his neck.
"Why does dis always happen ta me?" He muttered. Skittery clapped encouraging with a bright smile on his face.
"No, youse was good! Have ya ever danced professionally before?" Skittery asked. Bumlets shook his head. "Well, where did ya loirn how ta dance like dat?"
"I taught meself." Both of Skittery's eyebrows raised saying, 'You MUST be jokin'' kind of way. "I'se serious! No body taught me!" Bumlets exclaimed.
"Okay, okay, I believes ya." Skittery raised his hands in defense. "So, what we havin' for breakfast?"
"Omelets." Bumlets turned back to the stove to continue working on them.
"What are ya a robot?" Skittery asked coming up beside him. Bumlets turned to face him.
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean ya cook, dance and hell you probably even clean!" Bumlets blushed a deep shade of red. "Oh my God! You even clean?! Are ya shuh dat you're not queah?"
"I'se shuh! I mean, I'se in love wid you're sistah."
"What did'ja say?" Bumlets blushed even more and shuffled his feet.
"Okay I like ya sistah! I said it! I'se in love wid ya sistah"
"Great!" Exclaimed Skittery.
"Foah a moment dere I t'ought I had a chance." Bumlets eyes widened like two tea cup saucers.
"What?" Bumlets whirled around and in the process set his apron on fire. "HOLY SHIT!" He started screaming at the top of his lungs. Skittery rushed to get the fire extinguisher and started spraying foam everywhere as he tried to put out the fire. Everything in the kitchen got covered in a thick layer of foam. Including Bumlets and the omelets. Bumlets sort of looked like a snowman. Bumlets wiped the foam from his eyes and flicked it on to the foam on the floor.
"T'anks for puttin' out da fire and makin' me look like a snowman!" Bumlets suddenly realized that the omelets were destroyed.
"Sarry, at least da fire's out." He looked scared. Bumlets sighed then looked around once more. Bumlets burst out laughing. Skittery looked at him curiously then realized why he was laughing. Skittery joined in and soon they were both on the ground laughing hysterically. Soon the laughter subsided and he sat up.
"Bumlets, le's go git dressed and go out for breakfast. When we come back we'll clean dis up." Skittery pushed himself up then pulled Bumlets to his feet. They quickly got dressed then headed out for Denny's. Once they were in the street Bumlets could see that Skittery was wearing a black t- shirt saying, in what looked like blood, 'Why can't we live in peace you MOTHERFUCKERS!', then it showed the world with oceans of blood and grey lands. Skittery was also wearing a faded, loose pair of jeans that was torn at the knees, black Nike trainers, a black bandana wrapped around his head, a spiked collar around his neck and black gloves that had the fingers cut off. Skittery looked at Bumlets' attire as well. Bumlets was wearing a dark blue t-shirt that said, 'Peace is the word, doncha t'ink?' written in gold lettering, underneath that is a picture of hippies sitting together and a little baby hippy crawling around. He also wore loose jeans, white Addidas trainers and a white bandana.
"Cool outfit. Hope I won't ruin your image." Bumlets muttered. Skittery looked at him as if he was a woman in the middle of a bad mood.
"What's wrong wid ya? Befoah we was laughin' like we'se old buddies, now youse givin' me da cold shoulda? I'se surprised dat youse a boy." Skittery whispered as they began their trek to Denny's.
"Sarry, I thought youse was gonna act tough and ignore me." Bumlets whispered back. They crossed from spray painted walls to gleaming walls and bright sidewalks. New York was a strange town. They finally reached Denny's without killing themselves. They stepped into the family orientated restaurant to be greeted by Atlantic.
"Hey, bro, Bumlets! Come on, I'll show ya to ya booth." She swiftly walked over to a booth in the corner with Bumlets and Skittery at her tail. They sat down, Bumlets on one side and Skittery at the other. Atlantic rushed over to the cash register to talk to the girl behind it. The girl was about 5'2", pretty short compared to Atlantic; she had dark brown hair that cut off from her chin, dark green hazel eyes, she was built very broad and her round face had a fun loving smile on it. She wore a black newsie cap and a silver ring around her neck. In the center of that silver ring was a violet stone. She was also wearing a dark red shirt, black trousers and black Addidas trainers. A guy came from the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. Atlantic dragged them over to where Bumlets and Skittery were sitting.
"Bumlets, dis is Swinger and the guy who 'oldin' her is Snitch, her boyfriend." Atlantic introduced the mystic couple. They both looked at him with bright smiles on their faces. He shook his head once to say 'hello'. Bumlets started to wonder how old Swinger was.
"How old are ya?" He asked Swinger. Swinger looked at him oddly.
"I'se 16 you moronic cop!" She yelled. Everyone in the restaurant stopped and stared at them. A girl came crashing out of the kitchen and toppled over. Her nearly shoulder length light brown hair fell into her face. She was about 5'5" with freckles dotting her face. Her crystal blue eyes glinted with embarrassment. She was quite under weight and she looked about 16 years old. She was wearing a black newsies hat, a white t-shirt with a purple daisy in the center and faded jeans.
"Pacific! Ya jist broke 10 new plates.AGAIN!" Atlantic yelled. The newly named, Pacific pushed herself up and looked down.
"I'm sorry, it's just they're heavy and Spot pushed me again!" Pacific murmured. Atlantic started going red in the face.
"SPOT!" She stiffly but quickly walked to the kitchen. Soon you could hear pots and pans crashing, yelling and screaming. All of a sudden everything went quiet. Atlantic poked her head out. "Everyone, please leave. We'se now closed." Everyone but Bumlets and Skittery left, muttering somethings about bad service and rudeness.
A/N: Still have a casting call. You want in? Just send the form below, filled out, to nadineazzam@hotmail.com
Real name:
NN:
Age:
Personality:
Looks:
Colors you suit:
Newsie Choice 1:
Newsie Choice 2 (just in case):
And any other stuff:
A/N: Please, please, PLEASE review!
A/N: Thanks to who ever reviewed. Shoutouts:
Spotted One: Here's more for you, Spotted One. Thanks.
ThumbsuckerSnitch: Hey don't worry about being picky. I mean I don't care as long as you're honest. Thanks again for reviewing.
Bumlets was up at the crack of dawn, had a shower, shaved and got dressed. He headed for the kitchen and decided to make himself a breakfast. He found some eggs, green bell peppers, onions and tomatoes to make him and Skittery omelets. He got the frying pan, butter, a bowl and a spoon to stir with. He put the frying pan on the stove, put butter in it and turned on the stove. He began to chop the other ingredients and mix them in with the eggs. The aroma of cooking drifted through the apartment and reached Skittery's room. Skittery caught the lovely aroma and slowly woke up. His eye lids fluttered open then he looked around for a few seconds then stretched out. He dropped his feet to the cold marble floor and rubbed at his neck. That sure smells good, he thought. He hopped out of bed and went to the kitchen. When he entered, he saw Bumlets make omelets while dancing to some music on his walkman. Skittery watched this for a few minutes, amused. Bumlets was a good dancer; his moves flowed after one another. He looked like water slipping easily into the hardest moves. Finally Bumlets finished his dance by facing the doorway of the kitchen. He stopped his walkman and pulled down his headphones so that they hang on his neck.
"Why does dis always happen ta me?" He muttered. Skittery clapped encouraging with a bright smile on his face.
"No, youse was good! Have ya ever danced professionally before?" Skittery asked. Bumlets shook his head. "Well, where did ya loirn how ta dance like dat?"
"I taught meself." Both of Skittery's eyebrows raised saying, 'You MUST be jokin'' kind of way. "I'se serious! No body taught me!" Bumlets exclaimed.
"Okay, okay, I believes ya." Skittery raised his hands in defense. "So, what we havin' for breakfast?"
"Omelets." Bumlets turned back to the stove to continue working on them.
"What are ya a robot?" Skittery asked coming up beside him. Bumlets turned to face him.
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean ya cook, dance and hell you probably even clean!" Bumlets blushed a deep shade of red. "Oh my God! You even clean?! Are ya shuh dat you're not queah?"
"I'se shuh! I mean, I'se in love wid you're sistah."
"What did'ja say?" Bumlets blushed even more and shuffled his feet.
"Okay I like ya sistah! I said it! I'se in love wid ya sistah"
"Great!" Exclaimed Skittery.
"Foah a moment dere I t'ought I had a chance." Bumlets eyes widened like two tea cup saucers.
"What?" Bumlets whirled around and in the process set his apron on fire. "HOLY SHIT!" He started screaming at the top of his lungs. Skittery rushed to get the fire extinguisher and started spraying foam everywhere as he tried to put out the fire. Everything in the kitchen got covered in a thick layer of foam. Including Bumlets and the omelets. Bumlets sort of looked like a snowman. Bumlets wiped the foam from his eyes and flicked it on to the foam on the floor.
"T'anks for puttin' out da fire and makin' me look like a snowman!" Bumlets suddenly realized that the omelets were destroyed.
"Sarry, at least da fire's out." He looked scared. Bumlets sighed then looked around once more. Bumlets burst out laughing. Skittery looked at him curiously then realized why he was laughing. Skittery joined in and soon they were both on the ground laughing hysterically. Soon the laughter subsided and he sat up.
"Bumlets, le's go git dressed and go out for breakfast. When we come back we'll clean dis up." Skittery pushed himself up then pulled Bumlets to his feet. They quickly got dressed then headed out for Denny's. Once they were in the street Bumlets could see that Skittery was wearing a black t- shirt saying, in what looked like blood, 'Why can't we live in peace you MOTHERFUCKERS!', then it showed the world with oceans of blood and grey lands. Skittery was also wearing a faded, loose pair of jeans that was torn at the knees, black Nike trainers, a black bandana wrapped around his head, a spiked collar around his neck and black gloves that had the fingers cut off. Skittery looked at Bumlets' attire as well. Bumlets was wearing a dark blue t-shirt that said, 'Peace is the word, doncha t'ink?' written in gold lettering, underneath that is a picture of hippies sitting together and a little baby hippy crawling around. He also wore loose jeans, white Addidas trainers and a white bandana.
"Cool outfit. Hope I won't ruin your image." Bumlets muttered. Skittery looked at him as if he was a woman in the middle of a bad mood.
"What's wrong wid ya? Befoah we was laughin' like we'se old buddies, now youse givin' me da cold shoulda? I'se surprised dat youse a boy." Skittery whispered as they began their trek to Denny's.
"Sarry, I thought youse was gonna act tough and ignore me." Bumlets whispered back. They crossed from spray painted walls to gleaming walls and bright sidewalks. New York was a strange town. They finally reached Denny's without killing themselves. They stepped into the family orientated restaurant to be greeted by Atlantic.
"Hey, bro, Bumlets! Come on, I'll show ya to ya booth." She swiftly walked over to a booth in the corner with Bumlets and Skittery at her tail. They sat down, Bumlets on one side and Skittery at the other. Atlantic rushed over to the cash register to talk to the girl behind it. The girl was about 5'2", pretty short compared to Atlantic; she had dark brown hair that cut off from her chin, dark green hazel eyes, she was built very broad and her round face had a fun loving smile on it. She wore a black newsie cap and a silver ring around her neck. In the center of that silver ring was a violet stone. She was also wearing a dark red shirt, black trousers and black Addidas trainers. A guy came from the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. Atlantic dragged them over to where Bumlets and Skittery were sitting.
"Bumlets, dis is Swinger and the guy who 'oldin' her is Snitch, her boyfriend." Atlantic introduced the mystic couple. They both looked at him with bright smiles on their faces. He shook his head once to say 'hello'. Bumlets started to wonder how old Swinger was.
"How old are ya?" He asked Swinger. Swinger looked at him oddly.
"I'se 16 you moronic cop!" She yelled. Everyone in the restaurant stopped and stared at them. A girl came crashing out of the kitchen and toppled over. Her nearly shoulder length light brown hair fell into her face. She was about 5'5" with freckles dotting her face. Her crystal blue eyes glinted with embarrassment. She was quite under weight and she looked about 16 years old. She was wearing a black newsies hat, a white t-shirt with a purple daisy in the center and faded jeans.
"Pacific! Ya jist broke 10 new plates.AGAIN!" Atlantic yelled. The newly named, Pacific pushed herself up and looked down.
"I'm sorry, it's just they're heavy and Spot pushed me again!" Pacific murmured. Atlantic started going red in the face.
"SPOT!" She stiffly but quickly walked to the kitchen. Soon you could hear pots and pans crashing, yelling and screaming. All of a sudden everything went quiet. Atlantic poked her head out. "Everyone, please leave. We'se now closed." Everyone but Bumlets and Skittery left, muttering somethings about bad service and rudeness.
A/N: Still have a casting call. You want in? Just send the form below, filled out, to nadineazzam@hotmail.com
Real name:
NN:
Age:
Personality:
Looks:
Colors you suit:
Newsie Choice 1:
Newsie Choice 2 (just in case):
And any other stuff:
A/N: Please, please, PLEASE review!