The Eye of the Storm by pixiedust
Chapter 2
The next morning, as Kloppman was waking up all the newsies, a thought popped into Trouble's head, a very unusual thing to happen in the morning since she had trouble functioning before at least 8 o'clock.
"Heya Jack?" she asked as they headed to the Distribution Center
"Yea?"
"Ya don't mind if a friend a' mine stays wid us fer a lil' while do ya?"
"Nah, when's he comin'?"
"SHE should be heah in a week or two," Trouble said as she headed off to rescue her hat from Mush, who had stolen it off of her head.
The next week passed by quickly as Trouble spent time catching up with her old friends in Manhattan. Then two days before Trouble's mysterious friend was supposed to arrive Jack decided that he and some of the boys should take Trouble to Brooklyn to see Spot. Spot and Trouble had been good friends before they had decided to go out, but that was the first decision that the two made that destroyed their friendship.
As Jack, Trouble, Mush, Kid, and Race entered the streets of Brooklyn Jack suddenly took a turn that was different from their usual route. Race was standing on one side of Trouble and noticed her suddenly tense up as they headed down one of the street.
"Is anytin' wrong Troub?" he asked her concerned.
"Wah? I'm fine," she insisted giving him a weak smile
"Soah wha'eva youse say." Blink, who also seemed tense, whispered in her ear, "Deys lawng gone, an I won't let 'em hoit youse again." And then the docks where Spot and his newsies hung out came into view.
"Heya Spot!" Jack said spitting in his hand and offering it to Spot, who did the same.
"Heya Jacky-boy," he replied and as he saw Trouble remarked, "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."
"Heya Spot. How ya been?" she said with a smirk on her face.
"Not dat youse really care, I'se fine."
"That's nice. Ya right, I don't really care."
"I see dat youse haven't changed a bit. Ya still a smaht-ass."
"An' youse still a stubborn ass."
"A' coise."
"Alright youse two behave yaselves," Jack said stepping in-between the two.
"Can we go? I suddenly tink dat dis was a bad idea. No, wait a minute, I thought it was a bad idea frum da staht," Trouble said glaring at Spot and Jack.
"Listen, Jacky-boy. If youse wanna stay heah, we'se'll take her back," Blink said, seeing that Jack looked like he didn't want to leave, Spot and Trouble looked ready to kill each other, and that Mush and Race were nervous just being in Brooklyn.
"Soah Blink, dat sounds like a good idea ta me," Jack replied slapping Blink on the back.
So the three boys and Trouble headed back to Manhattan, unaware of the fact that they were being followed the whole way by a person that two of them would like to forget.
The next morning, as Kloppman was waking up all the newsies, a thought popped into Trouble's head, a very unusual thing to happen in the morning since she had trouble functioning before at least 8 o'clock.
"Heya Jack?" she asked as they headed to the Distribution Center
"Yea?"
"Ya don't mind if a friend a' mine stays wid us fer a lil' while do ya?"
"Nah, when's he comin'?"
"SHE should be heah in a week or two," Trouble said as she headed off to rescue her hat from Mush, who had stolen it off of her head.
The next week passed by quickly as Trouble spent time catching up with her old friends in Manhattan. Then two days before Trouble's mysterious friend was supposed to arrive Jack decided that he and some of the boys should take Trouble to Brooklyn to see Spot. Spot and Trouble had been good friends before they had decided to go out, but that was the first decision that the two made that destroyed their friendship.
As Jack, Trouble, Mush, Kid, and Race entered the streets of Brooklyn Jack suddenly took a turn that was different from their usual route. Race was standing on one side of Trouble and noticed her suddenly tense up as they headed down one of the street.
"Is anytin' wrong Troub?" he asked her concerned.
"Wah? I'm fine," she insisted giving him a weak smile
"Soah wha'eva youse say." Blink, who also seemed tense, whispered in her ear, "Deys lawng gone, an I won't let 'em hoit youse again." And then the docks where Spot and his newsies hung out came into view.
"Heya Spot!" Jack said spitting in his hand and offering it to Spot, who did the same.
"Heya Jacky-boy," he replied and as he saw Trouble remarked, "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."
"Heya Spot. How ya been?" she said with a smirk on her face.
"Not dat youse really care, I'se fine."
"That's nice. Ya right, I don't really care."
"I see dat youse haven't changed a bit. Ya still a smaht-ass."
"An' youse still a stubborn ass."
"A' coise."
"Alright youse two behave yaselves," Jack said stepping in-between the two.
"Can we go? I suddenly tink dat dis was a bad idea. No, wait a minute, I thought it was a bad idea frum da staht," Trouble said glaring at Spot and Jack.
"Listen, Jacky-boy. If youse wanna stay heah, we'se'll take her back," Blink said, seeing that Jack looked like he didn't want to leave, Spot and Trouble looked ready to kill each other, and that Mush and Race were nervous just being in Brooklyn.
"Soah Blink, dat sounds like a good idea ta me," Jack replied slapping Blink on the back.
So the three boys and Trouble headed back to Manhattan, unaware of the fact that they were being followed the whole way by a person that two of them would like to forget.