Disclaimer: Same as before, I still own the plot, Sprite (Elizabeth), Blake, and the DISCLAIMER! I don't own the boys or Tibby. As said in the beginning, if you want to be in this story EMAIL OR SEND A REVIEW ASAP! I think that's about it. Hope you enjoy and please review :)
Smile,
~Sprite~
The Guardian
An older man stood behind the front desk, his back turned to her. She decided to get his attention by clearing her throat.
Kloppman turned around and was surprised to see a young woman standing in front of the desk.
"Yes Miss, what can I do foah you?" Kloppman asked the blonde.
"Actually, I'm looking for someone, a Shawn Meyers. Do you know of him, or know where I might find him?" The blonde asked fidgeting with her gloves and purse. Kloppman thought for a moment.
"Shawn Meyahs, Shawn Meyahs, nope, nevah hoid of 'im." (AN: I know it's over used but come one, it was right there begging me to use it lol.) Elizabeth turned away bitterly disappointed and started walking towards the door when the older man called her back, "Miss, wait!" Elizabeth turned around.
"Yes?"
"One o' de odah boys might know him. 'sides most of 'em use nicknames anyways. Would you like to stay an' as' some o' de odahs?" Elizabeth smiled, grateful for a plan.
"Yes, I believe I'll do that. Thank you Mr...?"
"Kloppman, just Kloppman if ya please Miss." Elizabeth smiled again. She was starting to like the elder man.
"Well, thank you Kloppman." Elizabeth brushed down her skirt again as she spoke. "So, should I just wait here or...?" Kloppman let out a deep laugh.
"Hang on, lemme go as' da boys." And with that, he turned and stomped up the stairs.
The boys had just started dressing when Kloppman entered the bunk room. "'ey, any of you'se evah hoid of a Shawn Meyahs?" Some of the newsies stopped and pondered the name, but most continued dressing. There was a resounding,
"Nope," when one voice was heard,
"Why? Who's askin'?" Kloppman turned to see who had spoken. It was Mush, the curly haired boy who earned his nickname by his reaction to meeting girls. He was the in house womanizer. *Uh oh,* Kloppman thought, *this could be trouble,* but there was something about the young woman downstairs that made Kloppman think she could handle most challenges including a Casanova like Mush.
"Some goil is askin' foah him downstaihs. Dat's why." The room was instantly silent as all the boys froze, before Mush started walking down the stairs followed by all the other newsies.
TBC Sorry it's soo short, but don't worry, there will be more in the next chapter. Please review *puppy dog eyes*
~Sprite~
Smile,
~Sprite~
The Guardian
An older man stood behind the front desk, his back turned to her. She decided to get his attention by clearing her throat.
Kloppman turned around and was surprised to see a young woman standing in front of the desk.
"Yes Miss, what can I do foah you?" Kloppman asked the blonde.
"Actually, I'm looking for someone, a Shawn Meyers. Do you know of him, or know where I might find him?" The blonde asked fidgeting with her gloves and purse. Kloppman thought for a moment.
"Shawn Meyahs, Shawn Meyahs, nope, nevah hoid of 'im." (AN: I know it's over used but come one, it was right there begging me to use it lol.) Elizabeth turned away bitterly disappointed and started walking towards the door when the older man called her back, "Miss, wait!" Elizabeth turned around.
"Yes?"
"One o' de odah boys might know him. 'sides most of 'em use nicknames anyways. Would you like to stay an' as' some o' de odahs?" Elizabeth smiled, grateful for a plan.
"Yes, I believe I'll do that. Thank you Mr...?"
"Kloppman, just Kloppman if ya please Miss." Elizabeth smiled again. She was starting to like the elder man.
"Well, thank you Kloppman." Elizabeth brushed down her skirt again as she spoke. "So, should I just wait here or...?" Kloppman let out a deep laugh.
"Hang on, lemme go as' da boys." And with that, he turned and stomped up the stairs.
The boys had just started dressing when Kloppman entered the bunk room. "'ey, any of you'se evah hoid of a Shawn Meyahs?" Some of the newsies stopped and pondered the name, but most continued dressing. There was a resounding,
"Nope," when one voice was heard,
"Why? Who's askin'?" Kloppman turned to see who had spoken. It was Mush, the curly haired boy who earned his nickname by his reaction to meeting girls. He was the in house womanizer. *Uh oh,* Kloppman thought, *this could be trouble,* but there was something about the young woman downstairs that made Kloppman think she could handle most challenges including a Casanova like Mush.
"Some goil is askin' foah him downstaihs. Dat's why." The room was instantly silent as all the boys froze, before Mush started walking down the stairs followed by all the other newsies.
TBC Sorry it's soo short, but don't worry, there will be more in the next chapter. Please review *puppy dog eyes*
~Sprite~