Disclaimer: Same as before, I still own the plot, Sprite (Elizabeth), Blake, and the DISCLAIMER! I don't own the boys or Tibby. Hope you enjoy and please review :)
Smile,
~Sprite~
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Firecracker: I know poor Mush!! Bad Sprite! lol. Don't worry, he'll be okay soon :)
The Guardian
Chapter 4: The Letter and Lunch
"So," Liz said attempting to start a conversation.
"So," said Mush "well, I don' wanna beat aroun' da bush, so how'd you find out I was youah guahdian, and what esactly am I suppose' ta do?" Liz grimaced at his hard accent.
"Well, my father," Mush interrupted her before she could continue.
"Yoah dad? Would dat 'appen ta be Blake Williams by any chance?" Mush asked full of curiosity.
"Yes, my father was Blake Williams." Liz's voice faded out after the word "was", her feelings of sadness nearly overwhelming.
"Was?" Mush asked, "he ain't youah fadda nomoah?" Liz's eyes filled with tears and she lowered her head so she wouldn't have to look at Mush when she spoke.
"No, he," Her voice choked, "he passed away yesterday. I mean he's, well, he was quite sick for a while and he just, just kept getting worse until yesterday," Liz's voice broke, the emotions were too much for her. She let out a loud sob and started crying. Mush who had never been very good with blubbering girls, looked at her uncertainly before he enveloped her in his strong and warm embrace and let her weep in his strong arms.
"Deah, deah, 's all right. Tha's it, just cry it out." Mush whispered in her ear while rubbing her back, attempting to console her. Liz continued to pour her feelings out onto Mush's now wet shoulder as he held her close. After a few minutes Liz regained control over her emotions and pulled away from Mush's grip. Liz wiped away the remnants of her crying spell as she apologized,
"I'm so sorry, it's just that I, I'm not used to this. I'm all alone all of a sudden and I'm so mixed up and confused. That's still no reason for my outburst though. I'm really quite sorry." Mush lifted her face with his thumb and first finger so that she was looking into his beautiful carmel and coffee eyes.
"'s really okay Lizzie. I undahstand." Mush wiped the salty tears out of the pretty blonde's eyes. Pretty, she was more than pretty, she was beautiful. With her stylish short blonde hair, and bright jade green eyes she could be on the cover of a pape or magazine. Mush quickly brushed that thought from his mind. After all, he was now in charge of her, her protector, her guardian.
"Thank you for listening Mr. Meyers." Liz said attempting to regain her composure, looking at the handsome face of her new guardian. Liz was surprised when Mush laughed. She instantly fell in love with the sound. It was like a chirping of bells and yet managed to sound completely masculine. His laugh made Liz smile. "What?" she asked when she realized he was laughing at her.
"Is' jus' dat nobahdy's evah cohled me Mistah Meyahs befoah. Soun's kin'a strange ya know?" A smile dawned on Liz's face as she asked with curiosity,
"Well, then what should I call you?" Mush smiled for the third time since Liz had met him. She was starting to think that he was a very optimistic and happy-go-lucky person.
"Why don't ya cohl me Mush. Eveybahdy else does. I think me own wahd (ward) should too." Liz reached inside a pocket of her bag as she spoke,
"Speaking of wards and guardians, my father wanted you to have this letter." Mush took it from the blonde curiously. He looked at her expectantly and waited for her to speak, "well, I didn't read it so I have no idea what it says." Mush nodded cautiously, opened the note and began to read.
~Dear Shawn
This is Blake Williams, Elizabeth's dad, writing to you. I'm not sure if you remember me, but I was great friends with your parents and you and Elizabeth used to play together quite often in your childhood. The reason I chose you to be her guardian is because even at such a young age you displayed an incredible sense of determination and responsibility. When you first left your family to go out on your own, I didn't understand what could have possesesed you to do that, and so I rideculed you with everyone else. I finally understand why you did what you did. Independance and freedom are worth more than all the riches of the world. I hope you can show Elizabeth that money isn't really important, it's only your happiness that truly matters. Please take care of my little girl, she really needs you. Just make sure that she is secure and you watch out for her safety and well being. She does have a tendency to be quite wild and a handful, but I know you're more than capable of being her guardian. Thank you so much Shawn; this is a terrible weight off my shoulders knowing you will take care of her.
Blake Williams
P.S. If you need some money for her, all I own is in the Bank of Manhattan, box 24 I am leaving you the key, please hang on to it. Thank you again and God's will, and peace be with you.
~B.
Liz watched interested as Mush pocketed the key that had fallen out of the letter and folded his instructions back up before placing them in a small box under his bed.
"Well, what did it say?" Liz asked brushing off her skirt as she stood. Mush shrugged his shoulders,
"Notin' impohtant. Jus' some instructin's and stuff." Liz nodded, scratching the nape of her neck where her hair lay.
"All right, so, what do we do first?" Mush's stomach growled loudly before he could speak and he grinned,
"Foist, we eat." Liz followed Mush down the stairs and out the door until they came to a restaurant in the center of town near the Lodging House. Mush gestured up, "dis heah is wheah all da Newsies eat lunch." Liz looked up,
"Tibby's," she read aloud before entering. She was surprised, the restaurant looked strangely familiar from the outside but she couldn't place where she'd seen it before. A waiter came over to the table Mush and Liz were sitting at and she was surprised to see the man who earlier directed her to the Newsies Boarding House. The waiter looked at the familiar girl and said,
"Hey, I know you, you'se dat goil from dis moahning." Liz smiled and nodded.
"Yes, that was me," she was interrupted,
"Did you find dat boy you'se was lookin' foah?" The waiter asked.
"Yes, I did. He's sitting right here." The waiter looked at Mush and grinned,
"Well all be, Mushy she was lookin' foah you?" Mush beamed, his eyes crinkling at the corners,
"Yep, toins out I'se her guahdian." Mush puffed out his chest in a mock jesture. Mr. Tibby patted Mush on the back before taking out his notepad,
"Treat 'a well boy, ya heah me." Mush nodded and motioned for Tibby to take their order. "Well, whadda you two want?" Liz picked up a menu and browsed the small selection.
"I, uh, Mush why don't you go first." Mush didn't even look at the menu before speaking,
"I'll 'ave a roast beef san'which an' a glass o' watah." The curly haired boy looked at his ward expectantly.
"I, I think I'll have a fresh salad with Italian dressing and a glass of water as well please." Tibby nodded and walked back to the kitchen. An ackward silence was found at the table when Liz zoned out. Mush was still processing the morning's events in his mind. He couldn't believe that he was someone's gaurdian, especially a lovely someone like Liz. A few minutes later, Tibby brought the couples' food. Mush just dug in, but Liz said a short silent prayer before eating. The silence was getting too unnerving for Mush, so he spoke,
"So, you evah been a newsie oah sold a pape befoah?" Liz gave him a surprised look.
tbc...
Well, whatcha think so far?? Hope you like it :) Oh, does anyone know how much a salad and roast beef sandwhich would cost?? If so PLEASE email me or send a review, I want to be as accurate as possible (right) lol.
~Sprite~
Smile,
~Sprite~
SHOUT OUTS!!
Firecracker: I know poor Mush!! Bad Sprite! lol. Don't worry, he'll be okay soon :)
The Guardian
Chapter 4: The Letter and Lunch
"So," Liz said attempting to start a conversation.
"So," said Mush "well, I don' wanna beat aroun' da bush, so how'd you find out I was youah guahdian, and what esactly am I suppose' ta do?" Liz grimaced at his hard accent.
"Well, my father," Mush interrupted her before she could continue.
"Yoah dad? Would dat 'appen ta be Blake Williams by any chance?" Mush asked full of curiosity.
"Yes, my father was Blake Williams." Liz's voice faded out after the word "was", her feelings of sadness nearly overwhelming.
"Was?" Mush asked, "he ain't youah fadda nomoah?" Liz's eyes filled with tears and she lowered her head so she wouldn't have to look at Mush when she spoke.
"No, he," Her voice choked, "he passed away yesterday. I mean he's, well, he was quite sick for a while and he just, just kept getting worse until yesterday," Liz's voice broke, the emotions were too much for her. She let out a loud sob and started crying. Mush who had never been very good with blubbering girls, looked at her uncertainly before he enveloped her in his strong and warm embrace and let her weep in his strong arms.
"Deah, deah, 's all right. Tha's it, just cry it out." Mush whispered in her ear while rubbing her back, attempting to console her. Liz continued to pour her feelings out onto Mush's now wet shoulder as he held her close. After a few minutes Liz regained control over her emotions and pulled away from Mush's grip. Liz wiped away the remnants of her crying spell as she apologized,
"I'm so sorry, it's just that I, I'm not used to this. I'm all alone all of a sudden and I'm so mixed up and confused. That's still no reason for my outburst though. I'm really quite sorry." Mush lifted her face with his thumb and first finger so that she was looking into his beautiful carmel and coffee eyes.
"'s really okay Lizzie. I undahstand." Mush wiped the salty tears out of the pretty blonde's eyes. Pretty, she was more than pretty, she was beautiful. With her stylish short blonde hair, and bright jade green eyes she could be on the cover of a pape or magazine. Mush quickly brushed that thought from his mind. After all, he was now in charge of her, her protector, her guardian.
"Thank you for listening Mr. Meyers." Liz said attempting to regain her composure, looking at the handsome face of her new guardian. Liz was surprised when Mush laughed. She instantly fell in love with the sound. It was like a chirping of bells and yet managed to sound completely masculine. His laugh made Liz smile. "What?" she asked when she realized he was laughing at her.
"Is' jus' dat nobahdy's evah cohled me Mistah Meyahs befoah. Soun's kin'a strange ya know?" A smile dawned on Liz's face as she asked with curiosity,
"Well, then what should I call you?" Mush smiled for the third time since Liz had met him. She was starting to think that he was a very optimistic and happy-go-lucky person.
"Why don't ya cohl me Mush. Eveybahdy else does. I think me own wahd (ward) should too." Liz reached inside a pocket of her bag as she spoke,
"Speaking of wards and guardians, my father wanted you to have this letter." Mush took it from the blonde curiously. He looked at her expectantly and waited for her to speak, "well, I didn't read it so I have no idea what it says." Mush nodded cautiously, opened the note and began to read.
~Dear Shawn
This is Blake Williams, Elizabeth's dad, writing to you. I'm not sure if you remember me, but I was great friends with your parents and you and Elizabeth used to play together quite often in your childhood. The reason I chose you to be her guardian is because even at such a young age you displayed an incredible sense of determination and responsibility. When you first left your family to go out on your own, I didn't understand what could have possesesed you to do that, and so I rideculed you with everyone else. I finally understand why you did what you did. Independance and freedom are worth more than all the riches of the world. I hope you can show Elizabeth that money isn't really important, it's only your happiness that truly matters. Please take care of my little girl, she really needs you. Just make sure that she is secure and you watch out for her safety and well being. She does have a tendency to be quite wild and a handful, but I know you're more than capable of being her guardian. Thank you so much Shawn; this is a terrible weight off my shoulders knowing you will take care of her.
Blake Williams
P.S. If you need some money for her, all I own is in the Bank of Manhattan, box 24 I am leaving you the key, please hang on to it. Thank you again and God's will, and peace be with you.
~B.
Liz watched interested as Mush pocketed the key that had fallen out of the letter and folded his instructions back up before placing them in a small box under his bed.
"Well, what did it say?" Liz asked brushing off her skirt as she stood. Mush shrugged his shoulders,
"Notin' impohtant. Jus' some instructin's and stuff." Liz nodded, scratching the nape of her neck where her hair lay.
"All right, so, what do we do first?" Mush's stomach growled loudly before he could speak and he grinned,
"Foist, we eat." Liz followed Mush down the stairs and out the door until they came to a restaurant in the center of town near the Lodging House. Mush gestured up, "dis heah is wheah all da Newsies eat lunch." Liz looked up,
"Tibby's," she read aloud before entering. She was surprised, the restaurant looked strangely familiar from the outside but she couldn't place where she'd seen it before. A waiter came over to the table Mush and Liz were sitting at and she was surprised to see the man who earlier directed her to the Newsies Boarding House. The waiter looked at the familiar girl and said,
"Hey, I know you, you'se dat goil from dis moahning." Liz smiled and nodded.
"Yes, that was me," she was interrupted,
"Did you find dat boy you'se was lookin' foah?" The waiter asked.
"Yes, I did. He's sitting right here." The waiter looked at Mush and grinned,
"Well all be, Mushy she was lookin' foah you?" Mush beamed, his eyes crinkling at the corners,
"Yep, toins out I'se her guahdian." Mush puffed out his chest in a mock jesture. Mr. Tibby patted Mush on the back before taking out his notepad,
"Treat 'a well boy, ya heah me." Mush nodded and motioned for Tibby to take their order. "Well, whadda you two want?" Liz picked up a menu and browsed the small selection.
"I, uh, Mush why don't you go first." Mush didn't even look at the menu before speaking,
"I'll 'ave a roast beef san'which an' a glass o' watah." The curly haired boy looked at his ward expectantly.
"I, I think I'll have a fresh salad with Italian dressing and a glass of water as well please." Tibby nodded and walked back to the kitchen. An ackward silence was found at the table when Liz zoned out. Mush was still processing the morning's events in his mind. He couldn't believe that he was someone's gaurdian, especially a lovely someone like Liz. A few minutes later, Tibby brought the couples' food. Mush just dug in, but Liz said a short silent prayer before eating. The silence was getting too unnerving for Mush, so he spoke,
"So, you evah been a newsie oah sold a pape befoah?" Liz gave him a surprised look.
tbc...
Well, whatcha think so far?? Hope you like it :) Oh, does anyone know how much a salad and roast beef sandwhich would cost?? If so PLEASE email me or send a review, I want to be as accurate as possible (right) lol.
~Sprite~