A/N: These chapters are going up real quick cuz they've been written for
a while. After about chapter 8 it'll slow up cuz I actually have to write
them. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies.. blah blah blah.. don't' sue!!
This was a good day. Race bounded up the steps cheerfully and skipped over to his bunk. He had sold his usual fifty papers so early that he was able to buy thirty more and still sell out before lunch. He might even be able to go to the racetrack the next night without talking Weasel into spotting him the papers. He was sitting on his bunk trying to remember what time he was supposed to meet Veronica when Bean burst into the room.
"Outta my way!" she yelled as she pushed Snipeshooter into one of the beds. "Move it!" She knocked Jack over, flopped onto her bed, buried her face in her pillow, and started to bawl.
Jack switched into big-brother mode. "Alright, everybody outta here! Bean needs tah be alone!" Jack started to herd the newsies down the steps. Race began to leave, but Bean grabbed his arm before he could go anywhere.
"Stay." she ordered.
Race sat down on the edge of Bean's bunk. Once everyone was gone, Race tried to find out what was wrong. "What happened, B?"
Bean sat up. "Skit dumped me."
Race's mouth dropped open. "What? Why?" he stammered.
"I dunno, why dontcha ask him?"
Race pulled Bean into his arms and stroked his fingers through her hair. Bean started sobbing again. "It'll be okay, ev'ryth'ns gonna be okay," he whispered into her ear softly. Bean pulled away and smiled at him weakly. "Jus say da woid an' I'll soak im so bad dat 'e won't know what hit 'im."
Bean settled back into Race's arms. "I jus dun know what I did tah make 'im dump me."
"Nothing," he whispered into her ear. "There's nothing you could have done tah deserve dat. Any guy dat would dump you is either crazy or stupid, and in Skit's case it's both." Race kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I'll be rite back."
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"SKITTERY!!!" Race screamed as he stormed down the steps. "Where is dat freak a nature?"
Skittery walked up to Race. "Right heah. Whaddya want?" The truth was, Skittery knew exactly what Race wanted, but he didn't care. He broke up with Bean, and if Race didn't like it then that was just too bad.
"Whydja break up wit Bean?!" Race demanded.
"Dat ain't none o yer bidness."
Race pushed Skittery up against the wall, which was surprising because Skittery was twice as strong as Race. "I'll ask you one more time. Whydja do it?"
"I ain't tellin ya." Skittery tried to break free of Race's grasp, but didn't succeed.
"Look here, Skit, if you tink yer gonna get outta dis room witout tellin me why ya dumped 'er, yer sadly mistaken. I luv dat goil an' she desoives sum answers." Race tightened his grip on Skittery, but then loosened it momentarily. Did he just tell the whole room that he loved Bean? Uh, oh. He better fix that. He quickly tightened his grip again. "She's like me sistah, an nobody but nobody breaks 'er 'art an gets away wit it."
Skittery shoved Race away and slipped out the door onto the street. Race glared at the door as if it were Skittery himself, then ran back up the steps. To his surprise, Bean was standing at the top of the staircase, smiling through a tear-stained face.
"I heard what you said. Thank you." She hugged him. "I love you too, brudder."
Race smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "You're welcome, sweetie." He looked into her eyes and remembered why he loved Bean. She was so beautiful and sweet and funny and. wait, he was dating Veronica. What a time to have a girlfriend. He realized he was supposed to meet her at Tibby's soon.
"Hey, Bean, I gotta go. I'm meetin 'Ronica at Tibb's." He gave her a quick squeeze and raced off to see his girl.
Bean watched Race as he headed down the steps. He was so sweet. Veronica was really lucky. She wished he would care about her that way. Wait, what was she thinking, she had a boyf.. oh, wait, no she didn't. Bean sat back down on her bed and began to cry.
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Bean crushed through the orange autumn leaves of Central Park. She loved going there when she needed to get away from her life. It had been two weeks since her and Skittery had broken up, and he was avoiding her like the plague. When she tried to talk to him, he would yell something along the lines of 'Stop flirting with me! You're not my girlfriend anymore!' and walk away, even if she just tried to say 'Hi!' To top it all off, Race had been acting strange, too. One minute he looked like he was about to kiss her, and the next he would be blabbering on about Veronica. "It's just so frustrating!" she said out loud.
"It sure is." Bean turned around and was face to face with..
"Tom!" Bean hadn't seen her friend in nearly three weeks. "How's da Anna search goin?"
"Not very well. It's kinda hard when you have an almost fifteen-year-old picture and a name she probably doesn't use anymore."
"Yeah, I see what yer sayin." Bean didn't tell Tom, but she had been having flashbacks ever since she met him. Her parents that died in the train wreck weren't her birth parents, she had always suspected that, but in the flashbacks, she saw her birth parents, and her dad looked just like. Tom.
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"Nooo! Daddy!" Anna squealed as she looked out the window and watched the police take her father away. Her mother came up behind her.
"It'll be okay, sweetie, we'll make it somehow." No sooner than she had said that, two men dressed in black barged into the apartment.
"We know you told them." the tall one barked.
Anna's mother whipped around. "Are you crazy? Why would I have my own husband taken away?"
"That's what we'd like to know." The two men grabbed her by the arms and dragged her into the apartment.
"NOOO!" she screamed. "HELP!!!"
"We'll come back for the little girl," he said to his partner.
Anna didn't know what he meant by that, but she didn't like the sound of it. She ran through the still open door and down to the street below as fast as her little legs could take her.
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies.. blah blah blah.. don't' sue!!
This was a good day. Race bounded up the steps cheerfully and skipped over to his bunk. He had sold his usual fifty papers so early that he was able to buy thirty more and still sell out before lunch. He might even be able to go to the racetrack the next night without talking Weasel into spotting him the papers. He was sitting on his bunk trying to remember what time he was supposed to meet Veronica when Bean burst into the room.
"Outta my way!" she yelled as she pushed Snipeshooter into one of the beds. "Move it!" She knocked Jack over, flopped onto her bed, buried her face in her pillow, and started to bawl.
Jack switched into big-brother mode. "Alright, everybody outta here! Bean needs tah be alone!" Jack started to herd the newsies down the steps. Race began to leave, but Bean grabbed his arm before he could go anywhere.
"Stay." she ordered.
Race sat down on the edge of Bean's bunk. Once everyone was gone, Race tried to find out what was wrong. "What happened, B?"
Bean sat up. "Skit dumped me."
Race's mouth dropped open. "What? Why?" he stammered.
"I dunno, why dontcha ask him?"
Race pulled Bean into his arms and stroked his fingers through her hair. Bean started sobbing again. "It'll be okay, ev'ryth'ns gonna be okay," he whispered into her ear softly. Bean pulled away and smiled at him weakly. "Jus say da woid an' I'll soak im so bad dat 'e won't know what hit 'im."
Bean settled back into Race's arms. "I jus dun know what I did tah make 'im dump me."
"Nothing," he whispered into her ear. "There's nothing you could have done tah deserve dat. Any guy dat would dump you is either crazy or stupid, and in Skit's case it's both." Race kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I'll be rite back."
---
"SKITTERY!!!" Race screamed as he stormed down the steps. "Where is dat freak a nature?"
Skittery walked up to Race. "Right heah. Whaddya want?" The truth was, Skittery knew exactly what Race wanted, but he didn't care. He broke up with Bean, and if Race didn't like it then that was just too bad.
"Whydja break up wit Bean?!" Race demanded.
"Dat ain't none o yer bidness."
Race pushed Skittery up against the wall, which was surprising because Skittery was twice as strong as Race. "I'll ask you one more time. Whydja do it?"
"I ain't tellin ya." Skittery tried to break free of Race's grasp, but didn't succeed.
"Look here, Skit, if you tink yer gonna get outta dis room witout tellin me why ya dumped 'er, yer sadly mistaken. I luv dat goil an' she desoives sum answers." Race tightened his grip on Skittery, but then loosened it momentarily. Did he just tell the whole room that he loved Bean? Uh, oh. He better fix that. He quickly tightened his grip again. "She's like me sistah, an nobody but nobody breaks 'er 'art an gets away wit it."
Skittery shoved Race away and slipped out the door onto the street. Race glared at the door as if it were Skittery himself, then ran back up the steps. To his surprise, Bean was standing at the top of the staircase, smiling through a tear-stained face.
"I heard what you said. Thank you." She hugged him. "I love you too, brudder."
Race smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "You're welcome, sweetie." He looked into her eyes and remembered why he loved Bean. She was so beautiful and sweet and funny and. wait, he was dating Veronica. What a time to have a girlfriend. He realized he was supposed to meet her at Tibby's soon.
"Hey, Bean, I gotta go. I'm meetin 'Ronica at Tibb's." He gave her a quick squeeze and raced off to see his girl.
Bean watched Race as he headed down the steps. He was so sweet. Veronica was really lucky. She wished he would care about her that way. Wait, what was she thinking, she had a boyf.. oh, wait, no she didn't. Bean sat back down on her bed and began to cry.
---
Bean crushed through the orange autumn leaves of Central Park. She loved going there when she needed to get away from her life. It had been two weeks since her and Skittery had broken up, and he was avoiding her like the plague. When she tried to talk to him, he would yell something along the lines of 'Stop flirting with me! You're not my girlfriend anymore!' and walk away, even if she just tried to say 'Hi!' To top it all off, Race had been acting strange, too. One minute he looked like he was about to kiss her, and the next he would be blabbering on about Veronica. "It's just so frustrating!" she said out loud.
"It sure is." Bean turned around and was face to face with..
"Tom!" Bean hadn't seen her friend in nearly three weeks. "How's da Anna search goin?"
"Not very well. It's kinda hard when you have an almost fifteen-year-old picture and a name she probably doesn't use anymore."
"Yeah, I see what yer sayin." Bean didn't tell Tom, but she had been having flashbacks ever since she met him. Her parents that died in the train wreck weren't her birth parents, she had always suspected that, but in the flashbacks, she saw her birth parents, and her dad looked just like. Tom.
---
"Nooo! Daddy!" Anna squealed as she looked out the window and watched the police take her father away. Her mother came up behind her.
"It'll be okay, sweetie, we'll make it somehow." No sooner than she had said that, two men dressed in black barged into the apartment.
"We know you told them." the tall one barked.
Anna's mother whipped around. "Are you crazy? Why would I have my own husband taken away?"
"That's what we'd like to know." The two men grabbed her by the arms and dragged her into the apartment.
"NOOO!" she screamed. "HELP!!!"
"We'll come back for the little girl," he said to his partner.
Anna didn't know what he meant by that, but she didn't like the sound of it. She ran through the still open door and down to the street below as fast as her little legs could take her.
