Bored once again. I was at school when I wrote this and since I couldn't go on FF.net to read stuff so I wrote something else. Thank you so much to Sparks, Hope, Seraph the Second, Sage and MB for reviewing my other fic! Much loves to you all!
Title: He Listened
Author: Yours truly
Part: 1/1
Rated: PG
Why: Cause it mentions bad things.....
Summary: Short little thing about Bumlets and how he helps all the other newsies. Slightly angsty I guess.
Disclaimer: I own my jacket (and thank God cause its cold in here!), my shoes, my clarinet, my A Tree Grows In Brooklyn book, my Sunny D, and my croissant. Notice how Newsies and all that isn't on there?
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Bumlets sighed as he walked back over to his bunk. One of the younger newsies had been having a bad dream, and he had gone to comfort him. Everyone else just slept through the whimpering, but Bumlets couldn't. He never could.
When he was still living at home, his brothers and sister had always had nightmares about their worthless father. They would whimper and cry before waking up with terror in their eyes. Bumlets had taken it upon himself to take care of them and console them until they were asleep again.
He continued to do the same thing at the lodging house. A lot of the newsies had nightmares, most of them about their past. Bumlets knew about all of them. He was always there to comfort them, and they knew they could trust him with their secrets. He never judged and never criticized. He listened.
He listened to Blink about losing his eye.
He listened to Jack about his mother dying.
He listened to Specs, Itey, and Snipeshooter each tell about their daily beatings.
He listened to Skittery and what his uncle did to him every night.
He listened to Snitch wondering why he was abandoned.
He listened to Dutchy agonize over his secret love.
He listened to Jake and Race about their terrible gambling relatives.
He listened to Boots and Swifty confess terror of being soaked each time they hit the streets.
He listened to Crutchy tell how his father broke his leg.
He listened to Pie Eater share stories of growing up in an alley.
He listened to Snoddy tell about his family being killed.
He listened to Mush confess feelings he didn't want to have for a friend.
It was something he did because nobody else would. He cared about his friends even when they wouldn't admit to caring about him. He helped them and comforted them, and was always there for them.
As he pulled himself up into his bunk and covered himself with his thin blanket he couldn't help but wonder if they would ever be there for him.
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Oy….don't quite know where I was going with that. I think that shall be the end though. Please let me know what you thought!
Love & Aloha,
~*Holiday*~
