Angel stood next to Jack in line at the distribution center, watching the
bustling of the newsies around her, all buying their morning papers. Jack
was going to buy her papers today, but after that it was up to her to pay
for them. As the line moved forward they stepped aside to wait for Race and
Harmony. After they got them, Jack stepped up to the window. The new keeper
of the distribution center wasn't much better than Weasel. He waited
impatiently for Jack's order. Jack usually got a hundred papers, but
occasionally liked to get more or less, just to annoy the heck out of this
new guy. "Next!" yelled the man through the window.
"Mornin', how'd ya sleep?' asked Jack, flashing a dashing smile at him.
"Just fine, boy. How many?" The man asked not in the mood for Jack Kelly that morning. Jack looked at Angel. "How many do ya think?" Angel shrugged her shoulders. Jack turned back to the man. "I dink dat me and me friend hea will take . . . da usual!" Jack slammed a coin down on the counter in front of him, just to watch the man jump.
"Hundred papes!" Angel stared open-mouthed at Morris as he slip the papers up the bars. "What're you staring at? Get movin'! Next!" Angel followed Jack away from the distribution center and into Newsie Square. In the center of the square sat an eleven foot bronze statue of Horace Greeley, almost the same as in the movie. She stared up at it in wonder. "The name of the game is volume, Angel," said Jack, snapping Angel to attention. She had heard this before, but listened intently. "And, headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. You know, we's what holds dis town together." Angel just nodded trying not to say the speech along with Jack, she had only listened to it about a hundred times. They headed off to Central Park. Jack knew that it was a good place to start selling at. He couldn't help but look at Angel. She had something that others girls didn't have. He couldn't quite tell what, but he knew that Angel was special. He had to stop himself from staring at her. Her red hair was just as enticing as her beautiful face. Angel noticed his glances and couldn't help but blush. Her one and only dream was coming true. She just hoped that it would last forever. To their surprise they had finished selling their papers early. With time to kill they decided to go for a walk. "So, Angel . . ." Jack said starting off the conversation. He didn't quite know what to say.
"Yeah?" Angel asked looking up at Jack. Their eyes met and they somehow couldn't look away. Angel was suddenly pushed from behind right into Jack's arms. He caught her and gently helped her back up.
"Let's get outa hea." He said taking her hand and leading her through the crowds. Angel was in a daze thinking about what had just happened. Jack led her to the less populated parts of Manhattan. They once again tried to start up a conversation. This time Angel got up the nerve to say something to Jack.
"Jack . . ." She said. Her stomach churned and filled with butterflies. Jack didn't say anything, he just stared at her. Before either realized it, their faces were only inches apart. Angel slowly closed her eyes as his lips touched hers. They were warm and soft and the kiss made Angel reel. She was on a cloud, floating somewhere, and she never wanted to return. Jack's arms encircled her and held her close. When they finally did part, both were smiling at the other. Without saying a word, they headed towards Tibby's to get some dinner.
"Mornin', how'd ya sleep?' asked Jack, flashing a dashing smile at him.
"Just fine, boy. How many?" The man asked not in the mood for Jack Kelly that morning. Jack looked at Angel. "How many do ya think?" Angel shrugged her shoulders. Jack turned back to the man. "I dink dat me and me friend hea will take . . . da usual!" Jack slammed a coin down on the counter in front of him, just to watch the man jump.
"Hundred papes!" Angel stared open-mouthed at Morris as he slip the papers up the bars. "What're you staring at? Get movin'! Next!" Angel followed Jack away from the distribution center and into Newsie Square. In the center of the square sat an eleven foot bronze statue of Horace Greeley, almost the same as in the movie. She stared up at it in wonder. "The name of the game is volume, Angel," said Jack, snapping Angel to attention. She had heard this before, but listened intently. "And, headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. You know, we's what holds dis town together." Angel just nodded trying not to say the speech along with Jack, she had only listened to it about a hundred times. They headed off to Central Park. Jack knew that it was a good place to start selling at. He couldn't help but look at Angel. She had something that others girls didn't have. He couldn't quite tell what, but he knew that Angel was special. He had to stop himself from staring at her. Her red hair was just as enticing as her beautiful face. Angel noticed his glances and couldn't help but blush. Her one and only dream was coming true. She just hoped that it would last forever. To their surprise they had finished selling their papers early. With time to kill they decided to go for a walk. "So, Angel . . ." Jack said starting off the conversation. He didn't quite know what to say.
"Yeah?" Angel asked looking up at Jack. Their eyes met and they somehow couldn't look away. Angel was suddenly pushed from behind right into Jack's arms. He caught her and gently helped her back up.
"Let's get outa hea." He said taking her hand and leading her through the crowds. Angel was in a daze thinking about what had just happened. Jack led her to the less populated parts of Manhattan. They once again tried to start up a conversation. This time Angel got up the nerve to say something to Jack.
"Jack . . ." She said. Her stomach churned and filled with butterflies. Jack didn't say anything, he just stared at her. Before either realized it, their faces were only inches apart. Angel slowly closed her eyes as his lips touched hers. They were warm and soft and the kiss made Angel reel. She was on a cloud, floating somewhere, and she never wanted to return. Jack's arms encircled her and held her close. When they finally did part, both were smiling at the other. Without saying a word, they headed towards Tibby's to get some dinner.