Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies! You all know that! I own Chelsea, Jex,
Frank, Mom, Collin, Greg and Jon Delancey(yes Frank, Collin, Greg and Jon
Delancey all portray people from Newsies but their names I own- except
Delancey it belongs to Disney). I own the plot too.
SO's: Sprite- I love ya girl! Keep writing! Alicat- You'se great chic! Sweets- how ya doin? Love ya- how's Blink? I missed Spot, so gald to be home! Clue- You are wondahful! Wit out ya I would be a wreck! Kat- Hey chic! Love ya! Neppy- Hope ya like- send me ur character's profile so I can put you in my story- if u want to be in it that is. ~And to all of you out there, I love ya! Missed ya all while I was in Cali! Great to be home! Keep R/R and remember to write! Email me if you wanna be in one of my stories- or maybe u have an idea for one and you want me to be in it. Either way Email me or Im me at BabyBab827520@ aol.com Thanks and Love Ya All Like Sistahs! xXxVixenxXx
Chapter 2:
*Two weeks later: On the phone with Jex*
"Look Jex, I'se ain't gonna be telling ya where I'm going. When I get dere I'se give ya a ring. .. O'coise I trust you, its just da less you know da better off we are. You won't have tah lie, you can just say, 'I t'ought she left. I don't where she was going, I t'ought she was going tah her mom's.' Dat way its only a little lie compahed to a big one." Jex sighed and grumbled some things. She hated it when I still talked with my New York accent, "Look, I'se gotta go. Frank leaves in a few houhs(hours) and I'se gotta jet. I'se call ya latah, pro'ly tomorrow, aight? I'se love ya bunches, hun! Buh-byes!"
*Airport*
"Yeah, my plain leaves thoity minutes aftah yers pulls outta here," I told Frank.
"Aight, jist make sure ya take care o' yerself. Don't miss da flight," Frank pulled me into a tight hug when we were interrupted, "Flight 276 for New Orleans, Louisiana is now boarding." Frank grabbed his luggage, and headed towards the terminal.
"I'se gonna miss ya so much! I'se gonna make sure tah write, don' evah ferget bout me. I'se be dere soon as I'se on leave," Frank announced when he wrapped me into another bear hug.
"I'se gonna miss ya too, I'se a'ready miss ya. Come back fer me, huh? I'se can't go one witout ya fer too long, ya know that."
We continued to hug, and then we heard the final call, "All passengers for Flight 276 should be on or boarding the plain now. All board now."
Frank pulled away, and kissed my forehead, as he picked up his luggage and headed onto the plain. He turned to wave goodbye one more time, and I felt the tears come to my eyes. They were about to spill, and I knew I couldn't allow them. 'Wha are ya doin? Ya need tah go wit yer ma. Don't be stupid... NO! I'se gotta go tah dem. Dere's no way I'se can live oddah wise. No, I'se goin back tah Manhattan.'
I found a phone, and called Greg and Jon. They picked up on the third ring like always.
"Hello?"
"Greg, dis is Chelsea."
"Vixen," I shuddered inside thinking of how Collin used to call me his fox, his Vixen, "Glad tah know you'se ain' bull shittin' us. When should we expect ya?"
"I'se nevah bull shit ya. Before dat was me bruddah, ya know. He was a'ways on da wrong side," I lied to make myself believe it, not them, "I'se be dere at five tahnight."
"Don' worry, we'se be waitin fer ya," Greg disgusting voice rang through the phone.
"Aight, I'se be dere. Byes." I didn't wait for an answer before I hung up the phone. I walked back over to my stuff, lay down, and slept an hour off.
When I woke up, I figured I'd test my skill. I walked over to the shop, and saw the easiest target. I went along just like I normally would, and slipped past the old woman. Seeing as how I didn't get caught, I found a more difficult customer. A hoity toity type of guy, who was scanning a magazine, had his wallet in the typical back pocket. I slipped up by him, fished it out. I walked casually to the stand, grabbed YM and whipped out a five from my pocket. As I walked back to my luggage, I heard the man cry he was missing his wallet. Not a person approached me, or even let it cross their mine that I may have done it.
'Still da best!' I grinned to myself and heard my flight being called, "Flight 402 to New York, New York is boarding now."
I walked down and got on the plain, settling alone in the back. I quickly fell asleep, and didn't awake until we were told to rebuckle for landing.
Please R/R!! Free Newsie with your choice of accessories- a: chocolate syrup and whipped cream or b: whips, chains and handcuffs- You review you get! Love ya- Vix here
SO's: Sprite- I love ya girl! Keep writing! Alicat- You'se great chic! Sweets- how ya doin? Love ya- how's Blink? I missed Spot, so gald to be home! Clue- You are wondahful! Wit out ya I would be a wreck! Kat- Hey chic! Love ya! Neppy- Hope ya like- send me ur character's profile so I can put you in my story- if u want to be in it that is. ~And to all of you out there, I love ya! Missed ya all while I was in Cali! Great to be home! Keep R/R and remember to write! Email me if you wanna be in one of my stories- or maybe u have an idea for one and you want me to be in it. Either way Email me or Im me at BabyBab827520@ aol.com Thanks and Love Ya All Like Sistahs! xXxVixenxXx
Chapter 2:
*Two weeks later: On the phone with Jex*
"Look Jex, I'se ain't gonna be telling ya where I'm going. When I get dere I'se give ya a ring. .. O'coise I trust you, its just da less you know da better off we are. You won't have tah lie, you can just say, 'I t'ought she left. I don't where she was going, I t'ought she was going tah her mom's.' Dat way its only a little lie compahed to a big one." Jex sighed and grumbled some things. She hated it when I still talked with my New York accent, "Look, I'se gotta go. Frank leaves in a few houhs(hours) and I'se gotta jet. I'se call ya latah, pro'ly tomorrow, aight? I'se love ya bunches, hun! Buh-byes!"
*Airport*
"Yeah, my plain leaves thoity minutes aftah yers pulls outta here," I told Frank.
"Aight, jist make sure ya take care o' yerself. Don't miss da flight," Frank pulled me into a tight hug when we were interrupted, "Flight 276 for New Orleans, Louisiana is now boarding." Frank grabbed his luggage, and headed towards the terminal.
"I'se gonna miss ya so much! I'se gonna make sure tah write, don' evah ferget bout me. I'se be dere soon as I'se on leave," Frank announced when he wrapped me into another bear hug.
"I'se gonna miss ya too, I'se a'ready miss ya. Come back fer me, huh? I'se can't go one witout ya fer too long, ya know that."
We continued to hug, and then we heard the final call, "All passengers for Flight 276 should be on or boarding the plain now. All board now."
Frank pulled away, and kissed my forehead, as he picked up his luggage and headed onto the plain. He turned to wave goodbye one more time, and I felt the tears come to my eyes. They were about to spill, and I knew I couldn't allow them. 'Wha are ya doin? Ya need tah go wit yer ma. Don't be stupid... NO! I'se gotta go tah dem. Dere's no way I'se can live oddah wise. No, I'se goin back tah Manhattan.'
I found a phone, and called Greg and Jon. They picked up on the third ring like always.
"Hello?"
"Greg, dis is Chelsea."
"Vixen," I shuddered inside thinking of how Collin used to call me his fox, his Vixen, "Glad tah know you'se ain' bull shittin' us. When should we expect ya?"
"I'se nevah bull shit ya. Before dat was me bruddah, ya know. He was a'ways on da wrong side," I lied to make myself believe it, not them, "I'se be dere at five tahnight."
"Don' worry, we'se be waitin fer ya," Greg disgusting voice rang through the phone.
"Aight, I'se be dere. Byes." I didn't wait for an answer before I hung up the phone. I walked back over to my stuff, lay down, and slept an hour off.
When I woke up, I figured I'd test my skill. I walked over to the shop, and saw the easiest target. I went along just like I normally would, and slipped past the old woman. Seeing as how I didn't get caught, I found a more difficult customer. A hoity toity type of guy, who was scanning a magazine, had his wallet in the typical back pocket. I slipped up by him, fished it out. I walked casually to the stand, grabbed YM and whipped out a five from my pocket. As I walked back to my luggage, I heard the man cry he was missing his wallet. Not a person approached me, or even let it cross their mine that I may have done it.
'Still da best!' I grinned to myself and heard my flight being called, "Flight 402 to New York, New York is boarding now."
I walked down and got on the plain, settling alone in the back. I quickly fell asleep, and didn't awake until we were told to rebuckle for landing.
Please R/R!! Free Newsie with your choice of accessories- a: chocolate syrup and whipped cream or b: whips, chains and handcuffs- You review you get! Love ya- Vix here