Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Newsies, Disney does. I'm not
making any money off of this, nor do I have any money to begin with, so
please don't sue me.
The next morning, Race was wandering around trying to sell his last few papes when he noticed a short girl with curly black hair reaching down into the pond Central Park. She seemed like she was searching for something and was quite upset. He decided to see if she needed help. "Are ya missin sumthin?"
The girl looked up at Race. "Yes, actually I am. The chain on my locket broke and it fell into the pond."
"Can I help ya look fer it?"
"If you want."
Race stuck his hand in to the pond and felt around. When he didn't find anything, he set his papers down and stepped in.
"You don't have to do that." she told him.
"Course I do," he replied. He searched around on all fours until his hand found something metal. He pulled it out of the water. "Is this it?" he asked.
The girl took the locket from Race. "Oh my goodness, you found it!" she exclaimed.
The locket was old and slightly rusty, with a beautiful letter V engraved on the front.
"What's da 'V' stand for?" Race asked.
"Veronica," the girl replied. "It was handed down to me from my grandmother. I was named after her, too."
"Dat's nice." Race said as he turned to leave. "I gotz tah finish sellin mah papes, soz I bettah go."
"But wait!" Veronica called after him. "I don't even know your name!"
"Itz Race," he replied. Seeing the puzzled look on Veronica's face, Race sighed and began to explain. "Actually, the name's Anthony Higgins, but me friends call me Racetrack, on account 'a I hang out at da horse races an I gamble all da time."
"Oh," Veronica said, "Well, Race, would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"
Race thought it sounded suspiciously like a date, and was about to turn her down, but then he remembered that Bean had a boyfriend and he needed to move on. "Sure, where at?"
"Well, I heard there's this cute little diner called Tibby's downtown. We could check it out."
"Tibby's? I pretty much Ilive/I dere!" Race exclaimed. He remembered that Bean and Skittery were supposed to be there that night. It was the perfect opportunity to make Bean jealous, if that was even possible. "How 'bout seven?"
"Itz a date." Veronica grinned at Race in the same way that Bean grinned at Skittery and turned to walk away.
"Whoze da goil?"
Race spun around and was suddenly face to face with Kid Blink.
"Oh, dat's Veronica, we gotz a date tahnite."
"Givin up on Bean so soon?" Kid Blink asked smugly.
Race was shocked. "How'd you.."
"Mush tol' me. You knowz he can't keep a secret."
Race's eyes grew wide. "He didn't tell Bean, did he?"
"Course not. Mush is a blab, not stupid."
A wave of relief swept over Race. "You had me scared dere fer a minute, Blink." He remembered that Kid Blink had asked him a question. "Yeah, I'm givin up on Bean. She's wit Skit, so what's da use?"
"Ya know, dis ain't like you Race. You dun give up so easy."
Race didn't respond. He knew Kid Blink was right. He wasn't really over Bean, he was using Veronica as a distraction.
"Hey, are ya heading tah Tibb's fer lunch?" Kid Blink asked, interrupting Race's thoughts.
"Nah, I still got a couple o papes left."
"Kay, guess I'll see ya latah, den." Kid Blink said as he walked off.
Later that night, Race was in the washroom getting ready for his date, when Bean came up behind him.
"BOO!"
Race jumped. Why did Bean insist on scaring him like that? He turned around. "Heya cutie, whatcha up tah tonight?"
"She's got a date wit me." Skittery interrupted. He wrapped his arms around Bean's waist. "An watch who yer callin cutie," he joked as he kissed Bean gently on the cheek.
Race bit his lip. Watching them still hurt, but since he had his own date that night, the pain wasn't as strong.
"So Race, word on da street is dat you got a hot date tahnight." Skittery said, jerking Race from his thoughts.
Bean looked at Race with interest. "Really?" This was apparently the first time Bean had heard the news, and for a split second, Race thought he saw pain flash through her eyes. "Where ya goin?"
"Tibby's." Race replied.
Suddenly a wide grin flashed across Bean's face. "That's where we're goin, maybe we should double."
Race shook his head. "Nah, I like tah go solo on da foist date."
"When are ya pickin er up?" she asked.
"We're meetin dere."
"Good, you can walk wit us, den." She looked up at Skittery. "Dat alright, babe?"
Skittery shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
After one hour, six poker hands, and Bean changing her outfit eight times, while Skittery and Race insisted she looked fine, the trio headed towards Tibby's.
There was one problem with this arrangement. Skittery and Bean were off in their own little world, gazing into each other's eyes, even though they were still walking forward.
Race cleared his throat several times to try and remind the happy couple that he was there, but his efforts were in vain. Finally, they reached the diner, and Race saw Veronica standing outside.
"Veronica!" he called happily as he raced towards her and greeted her with a hug. "How are ya?"
"I'm great." she said as she gazed into his eyes. She looked as if she were ready to burst with excitement from seeing Race.
"Bye, Race." Bean said as she followed Skittery into Tibby's. She winced slightly when she saw Race grab this strange girl's hand. What had he said her name was? Veronica, that's it. It was a stupid name if you asked her.
Wait, why was she getting jealous? She was dating Skittery. She loved Skittery. She looked at him as she slid into their usual booth, and Race was suddenly forgotten.
So, where ya from?" Race asked Veronica. "I've nevah seen ya round heah bafore."
"Oh, we just moved here from Philadelphia. We live three streets that way," she said as she pointed out the window.
"Oh, dat splains why I nevah seen ya. I know everybody round heah."
"Really? Wow." Veronica said. Race noticed that the entire time they had been sitting in the booth, Veronica had been gazing into his eyes dreamily.
Race wasn't the only person to notice it. Bean glanced across the room and saw the look in Veronica's eyes. For some reason, it made her very uncomfortable and a little angry. Bean looked back at Skittery, who seemed incredibly interested in the meal in front of him. "Hey Skit, are you ready to go?"
The next morning, Race was wandering around trying to sell his last few papes when he noticed a short girl with curly black hair reaching down into the pond Central Park. She seemed like she was searching for something and was quite upset. He decided to see if she needed help. "Are ya missin sumthin?"
The girl looked up at Race. "Yes, actually I am. The chain on my locket broke and it fell into the pond."
"Can I help ya look fer it?"
"If you want."
Race stuck his hand in to the pond and felt around. When he didn't find anything, he set his papers down and stepped in.
"You don't have to do that." she told him.
"Course I do," he replied. He searched around on all fours until his hand found something metal. He pulled it out of the water. "Is this it?" he asked.
The girl took the locket from Race. "Oh my goodness, you found it!" she exclaimed.
The locket was old and slightly rusty, with a beautiful letter V engraved on the front.
"What's da 'V' stand for?" Race asked.
"Veronica," the girl replied. "It was handed down to me from my grandmother. I was named after her, too."
"Dat's nice." Race said as he turned to leave. "I gotz tah finish sellin mah papes, soz I bettah go."
"But wait!" Veronica called after him. "I don't even know your name!"
"Itz Race," he replied. Seeing the puzzled look on Veronica's face, Race sighed and began to explain. "Actually, the name's Anthony Higgins, but me friends call me Racetrack, on account 'a I hang out at da horse races an I gamble all da time."
"Oh," Veronica said, "Well, Race, would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"
Race thought it sounded suspiciously like a date, and was about to turn her down, but then he remembered that Bean had a boyfriend and he needed to move on. "Sure, where at?"
"Well, I heard there's this cute little diner called Tibby's downtown. We could check it out."
"Tibby's? I pretty much Ilive/I dere!" Race exclaimed. He remembered that Bean and Skittery were supposed to be there that night. It was the perfect opportunity to make Bean jealous, if that was even possible. "How 'bout seven?"
"Itz a date." Veronica grinned at Race in the same way that Bean grinned at Skittery and turned to walk away.
"Whoze da goil?"
Race spun around and was suddenly face to face with Kid Blink.
"Oh, dat's Veronica, we gotz a date tahnite."
"Givin up on Bean so soon?" Kid Blink asked smugly.
Race was shocked. "How'd you.."
"Mush tol' me. You knowz he can't keep a secret."
Race's eyes grew wide. "He didn't tell Bean, did he?"
"Course not. Mush is a blab, not stupid."
A wave of relief swept over Race. "You had me scared dere fer a minute, Blink." He remembered that Kid Blink had asked him a question. "Yeah, I'm givin up on Bean. She's wit Skit, so what's da use?"
"Ya know, dis ain't like you Race. You dun give up so easy."
Race didn't respond. He knew Kid Blink was right. He wasn't really over Bean, he was using Veronica as a distraction.
"Hey, are ya heading tah Tibb's fer lunch?" Kid Blink asked, interrupting Race's thoughts.
"Nah, I still got a couple o papes left."
"Kay, guess I'll see ya latah, den." Kid Blink said as he walked off.
Later that night, Race was in the washroom getting ready for his date, when Bean came up behind him.
"BOO!"
Race jumped. Why did Bean insist on scaring him like that? He turned around. "Heya cutie, whatcha up tah tonight?"
"She's got a date wit me." Skittery interrupted. He wrapped his arms around Bean's waist. "An watch who yer callin cutie," he joked as he kissed Bean gently on the cheek.
Race bit his lip. Watching them still hurt, but since he had his own date that night, the pain wasn't as strong.
"So Race, word on da street is dat you got a hot date tahnight." Skittery said, jerking Race from his thoughts.
Bean looked at Race with interest. "Really?" This was apparently the first time Bean had heard the news, and for a split second, Race thought he saw pain flash through her eyes. "Where ya goin?"
"Tibby's." Race replied.
Suddenly a wide grin flashed across Bean's face. "That's where we're goin, maybe we should double."
Race shook his head. "Nah, I like tah go solo on da foist date."
"When are ya pickin er up?" she asked.
"We're meetin dere."
"Good, you can walk wit us, den." She looked up at Skittery. "Dat alright, babe?"
Skittery shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
After one hour, six poker hands, and Bean changing her outfit eight times, while Skittery and Race insisted she looked fine, the trio headed towards Tibby's.
There was one problem with this arrangement. Skittery and Bean were off in their own little world, gazing into each other's eyes, even though they were still walking forward.
Race cleared his throat several times to try and remind the happy couple that he was there, but his efforts were in vain. Finally, they reached the diner, and Race saw Veronica standing outside.
"Veronica!" he called happily as he raced towards her and greeted her with a hug. "How are ya?"
"I'm great." she said as she gazed into his eyes. She looked as if she were ready to burst with excitement from seeing Race.
"Bye, Race." Bean said as she followed Skittery into Tibby's. She winced slightly when she saw Race grab this strange girl's hand. What had he said her name was? Veronica, that's it. It was a stupid name if you asked her.
Wait, why was she getting jealous? She was dating Skittery. She loved Skittery. She looked at him as she slid into their usual booth, and Race was suddenly forgotten.
So, where ya from?" Race asked Veronica. "I've nevah seen ya round heah bafore."
"Oh, we just moved here from Philadelphia. We live three streets that way," she said as she pointed out the window.
"Oh, dat splains why I nevah seen ya. I know everybody round heah."
"Really? Wow." Veronica said. Race noticed that the entire time they had been sitting in the booth, Veronica had been gazing into his eyes dreamily.
Race wasn't the only person to notice it. Bean glanced across the room and saw the look in Veronica's eyes. For some reason, it made her very uncomfortable and a little angry. Bean looked back at Skittery, who seemed incredibly interested in the meal in front of him. "Hey Skit, are you ready to go?"
