"When the Snow turns Gray"
By Fishface
A/N: Newsies. Not mine. Oh yeah. my first one shot. Go easy on me. It's really short, but Snowy!Itey decided to jump into my head... and results in 624 word: "When the Snow Turns Gray"
There's only an hour or two in New York City before the snow turns gray. And those are the hours when no fool would be awake. Thank God Itey wand I weren't fools.
I had followed him onto the roof; he had gotten out of bed earlier from a nightmare, and I wasn't about to leave him to his own mind after what I heard him muttering in his sleep.
The white snow was falling softly over his dark hair and I smiled. Reaching over and touching him on the shoulder, he jumped.
"Sorry," I whispered.
"That's alright..." He turned back around to watch the snowfall, "You just scared me, that's all."
"Did you have another nightmare?"
"Yeah."
"What about this time?"
He frowned. I couldn't see it from behind him, but from the way his jaw muscles moved, I could tell he had. "My brother."
I shivered. All of Itey's dreams were about his older brother. "You feel like coming in out of the cold?"
"No, I like it out here." He paused for a few moments, and by the way he had sounded so final, I decided he wanted to be alone. But he continued: "Because the snow hasn't turned gray yet, you know? There's no smoke rising from the towers and everyone's sleeping."
I turned back around and smiled at him, I realized that he was smiling at me now, and waving me over to him, when I came to his side, he pointed out to the streets, "See all of that? That's our city. And just for a little bit under an hour, it's going to be covered with a fresh winter coat of snow, and right now, it's just for us. Me and you."
"Fresh and white." I agreed.
"I heard that when you're out in the country, the snow never turns to gray slush like it does here. It's all just a white blanket of fluff. And the kids play in it, and build things with it, instead of mucking through it, trying to sell their papes." He grinned dryly at the last bit of his comments, and I couldn't help but join him.
"Where'd ya hear that, Ites?"
"Jack told me... when I first came here, it was snowin', and I said snow was probably a punishment from God or somethin' along those lines, and he told me all about how when he moves to Santa Fe, he's gonna build snowmen during the winter, and he'll invite me to stay with him on his ranch and play in it. I told him I didn't think I'd want to play in the snow, I'd rather just stay curled up in my bunk, but he just laughed at me." Itey ran a hand through his hair, and grinned, "But somehow, I don't think it would be so bad to play in it. if it were white like it is right now."
We mostly stood there, thinking and watching the city in it's motionless calm of white, until the sun started to peek over the eastern edge of New York City. Itey ran his hands up and down his suspenders warily, both of us knowing that we would have to return to the lodgings before Kloppman woke up the rest of the boys, neither of us wanting to go.
Calmly, I placed my hand on his, and nodded towards the hatch that was now covered with pale white snow. "We'd better go in... warm up for a minute... it's going to be a cold one."
Itey grinned, watching as the businessmen emerged from their dwellings, bundled up in their scarves and woolen hats. "That's our city, covered in it's blanket of winter. And it's just ours. Mine and yours, Snitch."
By Fishface
A/N: Newsies. Not mine. Oh yeah. my first one shot. Go easy on me. It's really short, but Snowy!Itey decided to jump into my head... and results in 624 word: "When the Snow Turns Gray"
There's only an hour or two in New York City before the snow turns gray. And those are the hours when no fool would be awake. Thank God Itey wand I weren't fools.
I had followed him onto the roof; he had gotten out of bed earlier from a nightmare, and I wasn't about to leave him to his own mind after what I heard him muttering in his sleep.
The white snow was falling softly over his dark hair and I smiled. Reaching over and touching him on the shoulder, he jumped.
"Sorry," I whispered.
"That's alright..." He turned back around to watch the snowfall, "You just scared me, that's all."
"Did you have another nightmare?"
"Yeah."
"What about this time?"
He frowned. I couldn't see it from behind him, but from the way his jaw muscles moved, I could tell he had. "My brother."
I shivered. All of Itey's dreams were about his older brother. "You feel like coming in out of the cold?"
"No, I like it out here." He paused for a few moments, and by the way he had sounded so final, I decided he wanted to be alone. But he continued: "Because the snow hasn't turned gray yet, you know? There's no smoke rising from the towers and everyone's sleeping."
I turned back around and smiled at him, I realized that he was smiling at me now, and waving me over to him, when I came to his side, he pointed out to the streets, "See all of that? That's our city. And just for a little bit under an hour, it's going to be covered with a fresh winter coat of snow, and right now, it's just for us. Me and you."
"Fresh and white." I agreed.
"I heard that when you're out in the country, the snow never turns to gray slush like it does here. It's all just a white blanket of fluff. And the kids play in it, and build things with it, instead of mucking through it, trying to sell their papes." He grinned dryly at the last bit of his comments, and I couldn't help but join him.
"Where'd ya hear that, Ites?"
"Jack told me... when I first came here, it was snowin', and I said snow was probably a punishment from God or somethin' along those lines, and he told me all about how when he moves to Santa Fe, he's gonna build snowmen during the winter, and he'll invite me to stay with him on his ranch and play in it. I told him I didn't think I'd want to play in the snow, I'd rather just stay curled up in my bunk, but he just laughed at me." Itey ran a hand through his hair, and grinned, "But somehow, I don't think it would be so bad to play in it. if it were white like it is right now."
We mostly stood there, thinking and watching the city in it's motionless calm of white, until the sun started to peek over the eastern edge of New York City. Itey ran his hands up and down his suspenders warily, both of us knowing that we would have to return to the lodgings before Kloppman woke up the rest of the boys, neither of us wanting to go.
Calmly, I placed my hand on his, and nodded towards the hatch that was now covered with pale white snow. "We'd better go in... warm up for a minute... it's going to be a cold one."
Itey grinned, watching as the businessmen emerged from their dwellings, bundled up in their scarves and woolen hats. "That's our city, covered in it's blanket of winter. And it's just ours. Mine and yours, Snitch."