Author note; Hello, hello. This is my first attempt at a Newsies fan-fiction. Please, don't be too harsh on me! I hope you enjoy, any ideas from anyone are excepted! Please review! I'll love you forever!! And I might even let ya have a role in here!!! *grins* Oh yea I guess I need ta say this: I, Lai, DO NOT own Newsies, Disney does, don't sue, I'm broke. I'm trying to save up money to go to London, don't break me here. Thank you guys and enjoy!!!
Wha'd youse just says?
Marit Logan looked up from her book, "Wha'd youse just says?" she said, her usual tiny, caring voice now full of hate and anger. Her eyes fixed on her friend, Sarah, who sat on the opposite side of the bed.
"I just said don't you think it's kind of stupid that your still looking for him? I mean, it's been almost two years. Don't you think it's time to give up?" Sarah said, noting the anger in Marit's voice was not good at all. Tears filled Marit's eyes but she held them in; she stood up and slammed her book down on the bedside table, knocking over a China cup full of tea. It shattered, causing Sarah to jump in shock.
"Why wouldn't I'se look for him? He's me bruddah!!!" she screamed, her eyes cold and fixed on Sarah, "He's all I'se had! Two years is too long!"
Sarah sighed, "I know your gonna want to look for him! But enough is enough, Marit! Two YEARS! Don't you get that?!"
"I'se get it! It's youse dat don' gets it! I'll find him! And youse'll see!" Marit yelled. Sarah stood up and wrapped her arms around her friend, "I-"
"No," Marit said as she shoved Sarah away, "I'll talk to ya lata."
Sarah shook her head as she picked up her purse, and walked toward the door. She paused before she stepped out into the hallway, "You'll find him; God willing," and with that she walked out of the room.
Marit sighed and she ran her fingers thorough her long honey colored hair.
Maybe she is right? Two years.. NO! she thought, He always hated it heah, he wanted to be away.. free. But I never thought he'd really leave, and without me. Why didn't he come back to get me? All this rushed through Marit's mind.
She shook her head as if the memories would be shaken out. Two years ago he brother ran away, Taylor. He was never happy. Ever. But with Marit, they tried to make the best of their unhappiness.
I need to take a walk... something to take this off my mind, she thought to herself.
She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a old button up shirt and a pair of suspenders. She'd never been one to wear a dress; Taylor thought it was cool that she wasn't too girly. She'd used to go out with him at night and hang out with him and his friends. It was like she was one of them, since she didn't really have many friends of her own. She slipped the clothes on and sneaked down the hall toward the door.
Right before she reached the door she heard it, "Marit Logan! What do you think you're doing?!" It was her mother.
"I'se was just goin' out..." she said, as she put her hands behind her back and looked down.
"Dressed like that?" her mother said as she put her hand on her shoulder.
"Yea, they's no point in wearin' somethin' nice if I'se just gonna gets it all doity." Marit said, hoping her mother would agree.
"Good point. But where did you get those... clothes?"
"Taylor."
Her mother sighed and bent down, "This is killing you just as much as it is me, isn't it love? Oh, heaven help, Marit. Get out of here, go have fun, get your mind off this..." her mother said as she opened the door and shooed Marit out into the hot July sun.
"Here's you some money to get you something, and be back by six for supper, honey."
Marit took the money from her mother and smiled, "Ok, thanks."
She took off down the stepped and ran down the street toward downtown.
~*~
"Whoa! Wha's all da rush dere, Marit?" a familiar voice said. Marit looked around and she saw Andrew Langly.
"Heya. Oh, me? Rushin'? Nah... I'se was just on me way down ta tha stores, me muddah gave meh some money ta spend, reckon'd I'd buy me sometin' useful, eh? Wad about youse?" she said motioning to the stack of papes under his arm.
"Oh, dese? I'se started me new job taday. I'm startin' as a newsie..." Andrew said grinning, "Just ta earn me some extra money."
"Do youse think I'se could get a job as a newsie?" Marit asked, liking the thought of extra money.
"Shoah ya could, always wantin' new newsies..." Andrew said, raising an eyebrow, "But whys would youse be needin' money, your family's rich as gold itself.."
"I'se want money for meself, Langly! Now stop ya questionin' and take meh ta get me some papes so I'se can sell........... please."
"Whoa, otay. Let's go...." Andrew said as he began walking further downtown.
~*~
"Fifty papes for me friend heah," Andrew said to the man as he slammed down a coin to play for the papes. "Thank ya."
"Heah ya go kiddo," he said handing the papers to her, "Foist thing ya gots ta know is... if tha headline is bad, make somethin' up dats not a headline so da custamas won't know ya lyin'... just stretch da truth a lil... nuttin' maja." Andrew explained as they drew closer to the main road.
"Aight, I'se can handle this...."
~*~
"How many ya gots left dere, Marit?" Andrew said walking up to her, sweat dripping from his face.
"Two," Marit answered.
"Two? I'se bought fifty and I'se got ten left!!" Andrew said loudly as he wiped his forehead with his sleeve, pushing his brown hair back so you could see his blue eyes. He laughed at himself, "Youse doin' pretty good for your foist day, and bein' a goil."
"Yup, I'se is..." Marit said as she handed a lady a pape. "Thank ya."
"Wat time do ya gots Andrew?" Marit asked as she sold her last pape.
"Five forty-nine," Andrew said, frowning that Marit had sold all her papes before he had.
"Well, thank ya for helpin' me out heah, I'se think ya need this more than I do..." Marit said handing Andrew the money she had made.
"Nah, I'se can't take ya money.." he said putting up his hands.
"Youse bought me my papes, and ya found me a job... the least ya can do is take me money...
if ya don't take it willingly, I'se'll make ya take it...." Marit said, Andrew raised an eyebrow toward her.
"Tough lil baby, aye?" he said taking the money from her hand, "Thank ya," He pulled her into a tight hug, "Youse means alot to me, Marit."
Marit pulled away and smiled, "Youse do me too."
Andrew leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, "I'se will come getcha early in da mornin' so we'se can come and get da early edition and sell, aight?"
"Otay, see ya in tha mornin'," Marit said as she walked off into the crowd.
~*~
"So, Marit, how was your day?" Mr. Logan broke the silence at the supper-table.
"Oh, it was fine." Marit answered shortly, pretending to be busy eating.
"That's good, very good." Mr. Logan said, as he pick up his glass and took a drink.
Mrs. Logan stared at the empty seat where Taylor usually sat.. tears filling her eyes. She glanced over at Marit, who was still dressed in Taylor's old clothes.
She quickly stood up, "May I be excused? I left something in the kitchen......"
Before Mr. Logan could even get out a "yes", Mrs. Logan had disappeared out into the parlor.
Mr. Logan sighed and leaned back in his chair and put his hands over his face.
"This isn't fair..." Marit blurted out.
"I know sweetie. I know.... it's unbelievable. Finish up and get ready for bed, we all need some rest... Maria," he motioned toward the maid, "we're finished. Thank you, it was excellent."
"Yes, thank you." Marit said as she got up and went upstairs.
She sat down in front of her mirror and let her tears streak her face as she brushed her hair.
She got up and changed into her nightgown.
Where could he have gone to? she thought. This all puzzled her greatly. No need to worry tonight, she thought, can't do anything tonight. I'll worry more in the morning.
