A/N: Sadly, I still don't own Newsies.but I have to say that this chapter
is more like humor, because I was going crazy in my AP American class.so I
wrote this.well, it was very funny at the time.oh ya.Shout outs at the end.
The Cowboy and The Gambler
Chapter 2
Two weeks later, Race seemed relieved, no one had found about his kiss with Jack; however, he was kind of upset that Jack just assumed it was a dream. Race had been trying to keep Jack out of his mind, but it was hard when you saw the object of your desires everyday, when you watched him sleep, get dressed, shower, etc.
Race's train of though derailed in an instant as Blink walked in the nearly empty room with one arm around none other than the King of Brooklyn himself, Spot Conlon. Race tried to look as though he didn't envy them. Blink must of noticed Race's stare because he quickly moved his arm from Spot's waist and put it in his vest, as he and Spot moved apart.
Race walked over to his best friend, "So Spotty-boy, how long 'ave you an' Blink been together?"
If Race didn't know better he'd think Spot Conlon was blushing, but Spot Conlon didn't blush. "Remember dat picture of us dat Denty took during da strike?" Race nodded, "Before dat."
Race's eyes grew slightly, he had guessed that Spot had liked Blink, but come on a relationship for over two years.who woulda guessed that.
Spot put a hand over Race's mouth, "Don't tell anyone, unless you want people to know 'bout da Cowboy t'ing."
Race nodded, and the rest of the Newsboys walked into the room, including David Jacobs, although he wasn't a newsie anymore.. he was going to college to become a lawyer. Jack was the last one to come in; he had a huge bottle of beer in his hand.
"Heya, guys, d'ya wanna play a game?" he asked looking around.
"Like poker?" Race asked pulling a deck of cards out of his pocket and giving it a quick shuffle.
"Nah, I was thinking more like I've Neva." Jack said.
"I'm game." Race said putting away his cards; Blink, Spot, Mush, Skittery, and even Davey quickly agreed.
"Do you all know how ta play?" Jack asked, Davey was the only one who didn't. "Well, firste someone says 'I've neva.' then something they have neva done. Then everyone who has done it takes a sip of theit beer, d'ya get it?"
Everyone nodded and Jack filled seven glasses.
Race grinned, "I wanna go first."
"Then go," Jack said also grinning.
"I've neva gotta bloody fat lip from an ex-girlfriend." Race said looking straight at Jack. Jack glared, then took a sip of his beer, it was then that it hit him, if Race knew about that, then it couldn't have been a dream. Race had kissed him.
"I have one!" Skittery grinned, "I've neva kissed a boi."
Jack was surprised to see that Spot, Blink, Race and Davey drunk along with him. Mush looked over to Blink almost in tears, the poor kid's heart had just been broken.
"I'se neva been friends wit a Delancy," Mush said trying to hide the hurt in his voice.
Jack was the only one to drink and all eyes looke questioningly at him, "I was five, dey lived next ta me grandparent's house. I wasn't a newsie yet." Everyone looked as though they had forgiven him, "I've neva slept wit a guy."
"But Jack, we's all share a room." Mush said looking confused and naïve.
"Not like dat Mush, I mean.well if ya don know den don drink." Jack answered as Spot, Blink, and Davey took a drink.
Three hours, and a giant beer bottle later, the game was over. Blink decided to go with Spot back to Brooklyn, dropping Davey off on their way. The other newsies went to their beds to sleep.
Once Mush finished crying himself to sleep, and Skittery was snoring loud enough to wake the dead, but not a newsie apparently, Jack walked over to Race's bed and sat down next to the smaller boy.
"What do you want?" Race asked as he turned around in his bed.
"You." Jack said mentally hitting himself, but heck, he was drunk, he wasn't supposed to be logical was he?
"What?" Race asked as Jack's lips covered his. Race kissed back at once. When the kiss had finally ended, Jack smiled.
"You taste like cigars."
"And you taste like an ashtray." Race responded. Jack stood up to walk back over to his bunk. "Where are you going, Jack?"
Jack's smile grew, "Shouldn't we go on at least a first date before we sleep together?"
Race smiled, "I think I love ya, Cowboy."
"I love ya too Racey."
Shout-outs
The Cowboy and The Gambler
Chapter 2
Two weeks later, Race seemed relieved, no one had found about his kiss with Jack; however, he was kind of upset that Jack just assumed it was a dream. Race had been trying to keep Jack out of his mind, but it was hard when you saw the object of your desires everyday, when you watched him sleep, get dressed, shower, etc.
Race's train of though derailed in an instant as Blink walked in the nearly empty room with one arm around none other than the King of Brooklyn himself, Spot Conlon. Race tried to look as though he didn't envy them. Blink must of noticed Race's stare because he quickly moved his arm from Spot's waist and put it in his vest, as he and Spot moved apart.
Race walked over to his best friend, "So Spotty-boy, how long 'ave you an' Blink been together?"
If Race didn't know better he'd think Spot Conlon was blushing, but Spot Conlon didn't blush. "Remember dat picture of us dat Denty took during da strike?" Race nodded, "Before dat."
Race's eyes grew slightly, he had guessed that Spot had liked Blink, but come on a relationship for over two years.who woulda guessed that.
Spot put a hand over Race's mouth, "Don't tell anyone, unless you want people to know 'bout da Cowboy t'ing."
Race nodded, and the rest of the Newsboys walked into the room, including David Jacobs, although he wasn't a newsie anymore.. he was going to college to become a lawyer. Jack was the last one to come in; he had a huge bottle of beer in his hand.
"Heya, guys, d'ya wanna play a game?" he asked looking around.
"Like poker?" Race asked pulling a deck of cards out of his pocket and giving it a quick shuffle.
"Nah, I was thinking more like I've Neva." Jack said.
"I'm game." Race said putting away his cards; Blink, Spot, Mush, Skittery, and even Davey quickly agreed.
"Do you all know how ta play?" Jack asked, Davey was the only one who didn't. "Well, firste someone says 'I've neva.' then something they have neva done. Then everyone who has done it takes a sip of theit beer, d'ya get it?"
Everyone nodded and Jack filled seven glasses.
Race grinned, "I wanna go first."
"Then go," Jack said also grinning.
"I've neva gotta bloody fat lip from an ex-girlfriend." Race said looking straight at Jack. Jack glared, then took a sip of his beer, it was then that it hit him, if Race knew about that, then it couldn't have been a dream. Race had kissed him.
"I have one!" Skittery grinned, "I've neva kissed a boi."
Jack was surprised to see that Spot, Blink, Race and Davey drunk along with him. Mush looked over to Blink almost in tears, the poor kid's heart had just been broken.
"I'se neva been friends wit a Delancy," Mush said trying to hide the hurt in his voice.
Jack was the only one to drink and all eyes looke questioningly at him, "I was five, dey lived next ta me grandparent's house. I wasn't a newsie yet." Everyone looked as though they had forgiven him, "I've neva slept wit a guy."
"But Jack, we's all share a room." Mush said looking confused and naïve.
"Not like dat Mush, I mean.well if ya don know den don drink." Jack answered as Spot, Blink, and Davey took a drink.
Three hours, and a giant beer bottle later, the game was over. Blink decided to go with Spot back to Brooklyn, dropping Davey off on their way. The other newsies went to their beds to sleep.
Once Mush finished crying himself to sleep, and Skittery was snoring loud enough to wake the dead, but not a newsie apparently, Jack walked over to Race's bed and sat down next to the smaller boy.
"What do you want?" Race asked as he turned around in his bed.
"You." Jack said mentally hitting himself, but heck, he was drunk, he wasn't supposed to be logical was he?
"What?" Race asked as Jack's lips covered his. Race kissed back at once. When the kiss had finally ended, Jack smiled.
"You taste like cigars."
"And you taste like an ashtray." Race responded. Jack stood up to walk back over to his bunk. "Where are you going, Jack?"
Jack's smile grew, "Shouldn't we go on at least a first date before we sleep together?"
Race smiled, "I think I love ya, Cowboy."
"I love ya too Racey."
Shout-outs