Five years later........
Storm O'Brien woke up in the now-lit alley to find that her only friend Digger Milne was missing.
"Diggea! Diggea! Where's are ya?," screamed Storm, frantic at the thought of being alone in New York. A blonde-haired head appeared around the corner of the alley.
"Hey Storm. Top of da mornin' ta ya. Ya didn't t'ink I'd really jist disappea like dat did ya?," asked Digger, amused but also touched by her friend's reaction. Her amusement showed in her grin, which only caused Storm to lose her fiery temper.
"D*** ya, Diggea. I was worried 'alf ta death 'bout ya. I t'ought someone dragged ya off and killed ya. But since dey didn't, I will," growled Storm as she ran towards her friend.
"Storm! Storm, calm down! I'se glad ya care but ya jist looked so lost and 'elpless I couldn't 'elp but find it amusin'," said Digger quickly to avoid physical abuse from Storm, who though small was rather strong.
Storm saw the honesty and the hint of fear in Digger's chocolate- brown eyes and immediately her anger vanished, replaced by guilt for having once again lost her temper because of something so small and meaningless. She should've been happy to see her friend alive and not upset because her friend had left without waking her.
"I'se sorry. I was jist so scared when ya weren't 'ere. Ya fergive me?," asked Storm.
"O' course yer fergiven," exclaimed Digger, rolling her eyes at the thought of not being able to forgive Storm. At least Storm tried to control her temper, unlike Digger's father. The girls hugged and then ate the food Digger had stolen for their breakfast.
After breakfast, the girls started walking around the town talking and joking with each other. People who walked by stared down at the two girls who dressed like newsies, with their pants, loose-fitting shirts, suspenders, and their hats. But Storm and Digger had grown accustomed to those kind of people so they just ignored them.
All of a sudden Digger snatched Storm's gray hat and started dodging through the crowd. Storm was right on her tail, laughing the whole time because this was a daily occurrance. Storm caught up to Digger as they raced around a corner. They crashed into 3 of 4 newsies. One newsie with a patch over his left eye caught Digger as she ran into him. Their gazes locked and both were instantly attracted. Storm ran into a small, Italian- looking newsie and a newsie dressed as a cowboy and fell back landing on her butt.
"Ow! What da h***?!," yelled Storm as she slowly got up. She looked at all of the newsies noticing the fourth one in the background with his dark curly hair and brown eyes. Digger and Blink had finally seperated but were still staring at each other.
"Hi. I'se Jack Kelly. Dis is Racetrack Higgins, Mush Meyers, and Bli...," started the cowboy.
"KidBlink Parker. Blink fer short," interrupted Blink as he took Digger's hand and kissed it. He stepped back and smiled at Digger who smiled back.
*Not again*, thought Storm as she rolled her eyes over Digger's newest crush.
"Hi. I'se Storm O'Brien and dis is me friend Digger Milne. We'se sorry 'bout dat. I was jist tryin' ta retrieve me 'at from 'er," explained Storm as she picked her hat up from where Digger had dropped it. She dusted it off and put it back on.
"It's ok. Ya jist scared us wid yer sudden appearance. We was jist 'eadin' towards Brooklyn. We need ta talk ta Spot Conlon 'bout da Bronx and Harlem fight. Ya can come if ya want. We don't mind, do we fellas?," asked Jack, seeing all the guys shake their heads he smiled at the girls. "Well, let's go."
"Jack! Spot will t'ink da goils are newsies stayin' at da lodgin' 'ouse and 'e won't like it. What are we gonna do?," asked Mush, a little worried.
"Dat's true," replied Jack as he looked at the girls. He realized that the only two dead giveaways were their voices and their long hair. An idea hit him, "Goils put yer 'air up under yer 'ats and act tough. Talk a liddle bit deepea and Spot won't realize yer goils." I hope.
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Here's the second chappie...Yay!!!.... Tell me what you think. ~Molly