Ok, so this is the sequel to 'Runaway' that I promised. Basically, it's
about David and Icy, with a few more characters and Ashley gets some time
in it too, this time as a supporting character, which is cool. cause even
though I created her, she annoys me sometimes. I guess that's how it goes,
especially when your characters seem to write their own stories. ok, I'm
rambling. I'll stop.
Disclaimer-The Newsies do not belong to me at all, though I really wish that some of them did. But Julie, Icy, Thunder, Keaton, Ashley, and all other un-disney characters do. and if I use a character that belongs to someone else, I'm sorry, it will be totally accidental!
Memories Forgotten Will Always Be Remembered
"Prologue"
September, 1897
Julie looked up into the eyes of her boyfriend.
"Davey, please don't worry. It makes me so . . . sad when you do. It's like you don't trust me or something! And I don't know why you wouldn't. Please, let's just be happy being here with each other."
David Jacobs glanced nervously across the room and shifted his weight.
"Julie, it's not that I don't trust you--"
"Then what is it?" She cut him off, grabbing his hand and threading their fingers together. David quickly pulled his hand away from hers and a look of disdain flashed through her eyes.
"We're just so young still, ok? I mean, 15 is not an age to be involved like this and. I'm just tired of all the deception and things. I mean, if we really cared about each other, couldn't we just tell people? And, if we really cared about each other, why all these doubts? And suspicions?" His face pleaded with her to think about what he had just said.
Julie looked shocked. "If we really cared about each other? If you cared about me, David Jacobs, you wouldn't risk wanting to tell people. Think about what that could mean! People interfering with our lives. All sorts of things could happen! And it would be your fault, too." She paused for effect. "Besides, if you really cared about me," she continued in a more seductive tone, "why won't you let me take things just a little bit further with us, so that we could prove our love," she said, slowly but deliberately reaching up behind his neck to pull him closer to her level.
"No!" David shouted, jumping back. "Listen, Julie, doing this is not love. It's only to satisfy ourselves, and love is so much more than that. I may love you, but . . . " he hesitated then continued, "do you love me?"
Julie's eyes were raging. "Of all the things!!! David Jacobs, NEVER speak to me again!" She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
David stood in the sudden cold of the house for a few more minutes and then slowly walked out. He turned to look back at it. It was Julie's house, the only place they could be together, she had claimed. Couldn't tell anyone about them and their so-called "love", she had claimed.
Raking a hand through his black curls, he sat down to think about it. He didn't have anytime to do that, however, as Julie was walking up the street and towards him. He stood hurriedly as she approached.
"I'm so glad you're still here," she wailed. "I don't know what I was thinking; it was really stupid of me to say that. Please forgive me, Davey. Please?"
He fidgeted for a moment and then cleared his throat. It was feeling. rather dry, but he ignored the fact that the reason wasn't because he was thirsty.
"Sure, Julie. Sure," he managed to squeak out.
"Oh, I knew you would!" she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "Thank you, I feel ever so much better now," she said, stepping back. "But you don't mind if I excuse myself, do you? I have some things to do around town. We can talk later."
Without waiting for an answer, she skipped off. David stood there for a moment then turned around and walked away.
_ - _ -_ -_-_-_-_-_
At home in his room about 20 minutes later, David tried to push away the nagging feeling that he had.
"This is silly," he said out loud. "She promised me that everything was fine, that nothing is going on!"
Regardless of his efforts, though, the feeling would not go away. After about 15 minutes of trying, he gave up and walked into the front room.
"Mama, I'll be right back, ok?"
Esther Jacobs smiled sweetly. "Where are you going?"
David grabbed his jacket off the coat rack and hastily pulled it on. "I need to check something over on Main Street really quickly, I think that one of my friends is over there, and we need to talk."
"Ok, but don't be too long, dinner is almost ready."
"Ok, I promise," David said, dropping a quick kiss on his mother's cheek. Outside, he thought about the anonymous note he had received that Julie was cheating on him. It was when he had confronted her about it that she had started that fight earlier.
Sleeping with some guy. Who knew?
David knew one thing though. If she weren't willing to wait for him, if she just had to get her kicks regardless, she wasn't worth it. But knowing that and making it real to himself were two entirely different things. He really did care for Julie, in a way that he thought he never could.
So she was his first girlfriend. His first love. But the word 'love' kept nagging at him, haunting him. Was this really love? He didn't know, but if it were this miserable, what with wondering all the time, it must not be worth it, worth the pain.
David stopped dead in his tracks and stared . . .
_ - _ -_ -_-_-_-_-_
"Oh!" Julie gasped. There, over the shoulders of her other beau, stood David, an expression of hurt, mingled with remorse and anger, playing over his face. She quickly stepped back out of the arms of the other boy.
"David, it's not. . ."
"Yes it is," David said quietly. And left.
Julie welled up with anger.
"Well, good riddance!" she shouted, turning back to her boyfriend and kissing him.
Disclaimer-The Newsies do not belong to me at all, though I really wish that some of them did. But Julie, Icy, Thunder, Keaton, Ashley, and all other un-disney characters do. and if I use a character that belongs to someone else, I'm sorry, it will be totally accidental!
Memories Forgotten Will Always Be Remembered
"Prologue"
September, 1897
Julie looked up into the eyes of her boyfriend.
"Davey, please don't worry. It makes me so . . . sad when you do. It's like you don't trust me or something! And I don't know why you wouldn't. Please, let's just be happy being here with each other."
David Jacobs glanced nervously across the room and shifted his weight.
"Julie, it's not that I don't trust you--"
"Then what is it?" She cut him off, grabbing his hand and threading their fingers together. David quickly pulled his hand away from hers and a look of disdain flashed through her eyes.
"We're just so young still, ok? I mean, 15 is not an age to be involved like this and. I'm just tired of all the deception and things. I mean, if we really cared about each other, couldn't we just tell people? And, if we really cared about each other, why all these doubts? And suspicions?" His face pleaded with her to think about what he had just said.
Julie looked shocked. "If we really cared about each other? If you cared about me, David Jacobs, you wouldn't risk wanting to tell people. Think about what that could mean! People interfering with our lives. All sorts of things could happen! And it would be your fault, too." She paused for effect. "Besides, if you really cared about me," she continued in a more seductive tone, "why won't you let me take things just a little bit further with us, so that we could prove our love," she said, slowly but deliberately reaching up behind his neck to pull him closer to her level.
"No!" David shouted, jumping back. "Listen, Julie, doing this is not love. It's only to satisfy ourselves, and love is so much more than that. I may love you, but . . . " he hesitated then continued, "do you love me?"
Julie's eyes were raging. "Of all the things!!! David Jacobs, NEVER speak to me again!" She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
David stood in the sudden cold of the house for a few more minutes and then slowly walked out. He turned to look back at it. It was Julie's house, the only place they could be together, she had claimed. Couldn't tell anyone about them and their so-called "love", she had claimed.
Raking a hand through his black curls, he sat down to think about it. He didn't have anytime to do that, however, as Julie was walking up the street and towards him. He stood hurriedly as she approached.
"I'm so glad you're still here," she wailed. "I don't know what I was thinking; it was really stupid of me to say that. Please forgive me, Davey. Please?"
He fidgeted for a moment and then cleared his throat. It was feeling. rather dry, but he ignored the fact that the reason wasn't because he was thirsty.
"Sure, Julie. Sure," he managed to squeak out.
"Oh, I knew you would!" she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "Thank you, I feel ever so much better now," she said, stepping back. "But you don't mind if I excuse myself, do you? I have some things to do around town. We can talk later."
Without waiting for an answer, she skipped off. David stood there for a moment then turned around and walked away.
_ - _ -_ -_-_-_-_-_
At home in his room about 20 minutes later, David tried to push away the nagging feeling that he had.
"This is silly," he said out loud. "She promised me that everything was fine, that nothing is going on!"
Regardless of his efforts, though, the feeling would not go away. After about 15 minutes of trying, he gave up and walked into the front room.
"Mama, I'll be right back, ok?"
Esther Jacobs smiled sweetly. "Where are you going?"
David grabbed his jacket off the coat rack and hastily pulled it on. "I need to check something over on Main Street really quickly, I think that one of my friends is over there, and we need to talk."
"Ok, but don't be too long, dinner is almost ready."
"Ok, I promise," David said, dropping a quick kiss on his mother's cheek. Outside, he thought about the anonymous note he had received that Julie was cheating on him. It was when he had confronted her about it that she had started that fight earlier.
Sleeping with some guy. Who knew?
David knew one thing though. If she weren't willing to wait for him, if she just had to get her kicks regardless, she wasn't worth it. But knowing that and making it real to himself were two entirely different things. He really did care for Julie, in a way that he thought he never could.
So she was his first girlfriend. His first love. But the word 'love' kept nagging at him, haunting him. Was this really love? He didn't know, but if it were this miserable, what with wondering all the time, it must not be worth it, worth the pain.
David stopped dead in his tracks and stared . . .
_ - _ -_ -_-_-_-_-_
"Oh!" Julie gasped. There, over the shoulders of her other beau, stood David, an expression of hurt, mingled with remorse and anger, playing over his face. She quickly stepped back out of the arms of the other boy.
"David, it's not. . ."
"Yes it is," David said quietly. And left.
Julie welled up with anger.
"Well, good riddance!" she shouted, turning back to her boyfriend and kissing him.