The next morning was a cold one. Outside the snow fell slowly, as if the
gravity upon it was not on it at all. It wasn't even the end of October
yet, and there was about three inches of snow on the ground.
Race and a few other boys consisting of Mush, Blink, Swifty, Skittery, Snitch, Itey, even Spot came to give his respects. Skittery had suggested that the younger boys stayed behind, and the some of the older boys couldn't find the heart to say goodbye.
They stood waiting, as Kloppman gave a small speech, and then it was time to place the small coffin, within was Jack, into the ground.
Race watched sadly as he watched Mr. Jacobs and a few older newsies pick up the coffin and place it slowly into the ground.
As they slowly sprinkled the dirt onto the coffin, Race felt the warm tears flowing down his cheek. He then looked around; apparently he wasn't the only one who cared for Jack, he could see as the tears of his fellow newsies were flowing smoothly as well.
But there was one thing different between him and the other boys. The others lost a friend... he lost his love. Just thinking about it made the tears run more.
He found himself gasping for breath, as he sunk to the ground and cried into his knees. The thoughts of Him and Jack were running throw his brain.
The thoughts just made it harder to forget, in which caused him to begin to with he were dead also.
Race began to replace thoughts of him and Jack with thoughts of death, and suicide. He clenched his hand together, and began to grind his teeth.
"Hey, you al'ight?" Race felt a comforting hand on his shoulder.
He looked up into the eyes of the Brooklyn leader, Spot Conlon. "I tink so..."
"You don't look it." Spot said helping Race off the snow covered ground.
"Just go away." Race said, walking away.
"Hey, come back 'ere!" Spot yelled after him.
"What?!" Race frustratedly spun around. (A/N: NEW WORD! Frustratedly... hehe...)
"Hey, don' bite me 'ead off, It's the only one I have. I just wanted to ask ya a question." Spot said with a smile.
"What?"
"You liked him didn't you?" Spot asked smirking.
"What??"
"You liked Jack." Spot's smirk turned into a grin.
"Yeah, so?" The color drained from Race's face at the mere sound of Jack's name.
Spot's jaw dropped, "I knew it HAHA! I KNEW IT!"
"Fine you knew it, it's not like we tried to hide it like you and Skitts." Race folded his arms.
Spot's eyes went huge, "How did you know about that?"
Race shrugged, "Plain as day."
Spot laughed, "A day's not dat plain when youse a newsie."
Race nodded in agreement, "Dats true."
Spot smiled again, "Don' tink to much 'bout Jack, just pretend dat he dumped you or something." He said before waving and walking over to Skittery.
But Race couldn't pretend Jack dumped him, Jack loved him, and he had the note to prove it. Race then smiled to himself... he did have the note to prove it.
He soon forgot the note, and only concentrated on keeping warm as he walked slowly towards the lodging house. Which he once spent his nights talking, and joking with Jack, that's when he wasn't getting all of Jack's money from him.
He walked into the lodging house it was quiet. Everyone must have left for it was quite empty as well.
Race, enjoying the quietness, made his way up the stairs and into the dorm.
He reached his bed and kicked off his wet boots. Then flopped onto the bed, sitting there for a moment and let the tears race.
"Why'd you have to die!" He yelled, throwing his wet pants at the bunk on top of him, which ended up falling back down and hitting him in the head. "Ouch!"
He pushed the pants off his head and onto the floor, then turned in his bed and cried himself to sleep.
* * *
"Hey Race? You awake?" Came a familiar voice.
"Wha?" Race opened his eyes, and let out a sigh at the personage that he had seen. "Jack!"
Jack nodded.
"But your dead..." Race's mouth dropped.
Jack nodded again.
"How? What..." Race's face went cold.
Jack smiled, "I had to talk to you." The ghost of Race's dear friend sat at the foot of his bed.
"Jack I... What happened?" Race's eyes began to tear.
He shrugged, "I guess I caught what ever you had... worse then you had it. And then I got really sick. Even began to cough up blood..."
"That explains the newspapers..."
Jack nodded, "I got so sick I basically just passed out and died."
Race's mouth was dry, "It's not fair!"
"Nothings fair Race."
"I know! But why did it have to be you! Out of all the people in New York, WHY YOU!" He was now crying onto Jack's shoulder.
"It had to be someone..." Jack said, catching the gaze of Race's eyes, "I'm just glad it was me not you."
"Jack, I...I love you, Jack." Race said.
"I love you to Race." Jack lent over and kissed Race lightly on the lips.
Race smiled.
"Race..."
* * *
"Race..." Blink shook the sleeping boy, "Race wake up!"
"What?" Race asked.
Blink smiled, "You were talking in your sleep."
"Oh..." Race looked at his one eyed friend, then at the curly haired Mush behind him.
Then at the image of Jack's ghost standing in the corner and smiling at him.
"I love you." Race whispered.
"What?" Blink gave him a weird look.
"I wasn't talking to you." Race said, Blink looked back at Mush. "I wasn't talking to Mush either."
"Then who were you talking to?" Mush asked.
"No one, only a memory."
-End-
* * *
A/N: Thank you all so much for all the love and support you have shown me all the way through this fic. It was very hard to write. But I started it out of boredness, and the fact I was sick and didn't know anything about it. I then got an idea for an ending by one of my reviewers who asked if Jack was catching what Race had. Then I got the whole Idea for the story. And believe me, It was harder to kill of Jack then I had thought it to be.
Again I thank you all very much. This was my favorite story out of the ones I wrote, and I'm so happy you all liked it too.
-Shout-Outs-
SPECSGLASSES- Aww... sorry Hun, I meant it to be sad, but I'm sorry it was so sad. But lmao, all the newsies have been dead? I've never really thought of that o_0 weird... What did you think about the last chapter? Jack told Race he loved him... it's just it was kinda a dream... kinda. It was kind of weird if you ask me. Cause it was all like it was a dream, but then all the facts are true and Jack is there when he's talking to Mush and Blink. Weird huh? You have been such a good reviewer through this fic. And I'm very happy you are such a good friend!
NAKAIA AIDAN-SUN- It's not funny, it's extremely sad! But if you say it's sad, I guess.
RANNOCH- Oh, sweetie, you should see newsies. But I'm happy you liked it anyway. But I think I am obsessed. AND DARN PROUD OF IT! Hehe... sorry. Yes, I was going to write more... and I did YAY FOR ME! Love ya.
SPOTLOVER421- I killed Jack :p I feel so evil. But I had to. I felt like killing someone so it was either Jack or Race. And personally, I like Race more then Jack. But that's my opinion. I'm sorry it was sad. I though he died in a good way actually... well in a good way cause he died for Race... kinda... in my opinion. But hey, I don't know how anyone else sees it.
GRIFFIN PARKER- Not the end... I wrote more... didn't you read? Lol j/k. I had fun killing Jack though, not really, I'm just kidding! FOR THE LOVE OF SKITTERY I WAS ONLY JOKING! I hope this last chapter made you feels better. Really I do. Love lots.
T-R-US- uh... sorry? You kinda scared me... But it is better him the Race. If it was not him it would have been Race. But I like Race A LOT better the Jack. Jack's one of my least favorite newsies... sorry but hey it's the truth. And I didn't really mean to break Race's heart sorry. I wrote more see that! Love ya :p
SHADOWLANDS- Hey, I'll check out toughs stories, they sound good. Did you know you kinda scared me when you were laughing... I thought the last person scared me. Gosh. But you are the coolest. I love all your reviews. Thanks for reviewing.
A/N: Again I thank you all for reviewing my story. And Helping me. Oh! Btw, I couldn't leave the story without having Jack talk to Race in a dream, or something. I just couldn't. And I hope it ain't to weird with Spot and Skittery. I love them together!
GOOD NEWS! Itey!Muse lost his voice... just if you wanted to know. But the rest of my muses think it's Christmas. Really I have been listing to Christmas music for the last couple of days. And my friends and I had a Christmas party today. And I was running around yelling 56 days 'til Christmas! It was the life.
I will leave you know, by saying-
'MERRY CHRISTMAS!'
Oh dude, I should write a Christmas Newsies story shouldn't I? That would be cool. But seriously guys, tomorrows Halloween and I have the whole day off. Either I can go and play in the snow, or I can write. What ya think?
LOVE YA ALL! Chip
Race and a few other boys consisting of Mush, Blink, Swifty, Skittery, Snitch, Itey, even Spot came to give his respects. Skittery had suggested that the younger boys stayed behind, and the some of the older boys couldn't find the heart to say goodbye.
They stood waiting, as Kloppman gave a small speech, and then it was time to place the small coffin, within was Jack, into the ground.
Race watched sadly as he watched Mr. Jacobs and a few older newsies pick up the coffin and place it slowly into the ground.
As they slowly sprinkled the dirt onto the coffin, Race felt the warm tears flowing down his cheek. He then looked around; apparently he wasn't the only one who cared for Jack, he could see as the tears of his fellow newsies were flowing smoothly as well.
But there was one thing different between him and the other boys. The others lost a friend... he lost his love. Just thinking about it made the tears run more.
He found himself gasping for breath, as he sunk to the ground and cried into his knees. The thoughts of Him and Jack were running throw his brain.
The thoughts just made it harder to forget, in which caused him to begin to with he were dead also.
Race began to replace thoughts of him and Jack with thoughts of death, and suicide. He clenched his hand together, and began to grind his teeth.
"Hey, you al'ight?" Race felt a comforting hand on his shoulder.
He looked up into the eyes of the Brooklyn leader, Spot Conlon. "I tink so..."
"You don't look it." Spot said helping Race off the snow covered ground.
"Just go away." Race said, walking away.
"Hey, come back 'ere!" Spot yelled after him.
"What?!" Race frustratedly spun around. (A/N: NEW WORD! Frustratedly... hehe...)
"Hey, don' bite me 'ead off, It's the only one I have. I just wanted to ask ya a question." Spot said with a smile.
"What?"
"You liked him didn't you?" Spot asked smirking.
"What??"
"You liked Jack." Spot's smirk turned into a grin.
"Yeah, so?" The color drained from Race's face at the mere sound of Jack's name.
Spot's jaw dropped, "I knew it HAHA! I KNEW IT!"
"Fine you knew it, it's not like we tried to hide it like you and Skitts." Race folded his arms.
Spot's eyes went huge, "How did you know about that?"
Race shrugged, "Plain as day."
Spot laughed, "A day's not dat plain when youse a newsie."
Race nodded in agreement, "Dats true."
Spot smiled again, "Don' tink to much 'bout Jack, just pretend dat he dumped you or something." He said before waving and walking over to Skittery.
But Race couldn't pretend Jack dumped him, Jack loved him, and he had the note to prove it. Race then smiled to himself... he did have the note to prove it.
He soon forgot the note, and only concentrated on keeping warm as he walked slowly towards the lodging house. Which he once spent his nights talking, and joking with Jack, that's when he wasn't getting all of Jack's money from him.
He walked into the lodging house it was quiet. Everyone must have left for it was quite empty as well.
Race, enjoying the quietness, made his way up the stairs and into the dorm.
He reached his bed and kicked off his wet boots. Then flopped onto the bed, sitting there for a moment and let the tears race.
"Why'd you have to die!" He yelled, throwing his wet pants at the bunk on top of him, which ended up falling back down and hitting him in the head. "Ouch!"
He pushed the pants off his head and onto the floor, then turned in his bed and cried himself to sleep.
* * *
"Hey Race? You awake?" Came a familiar voice.
"Wha?" Race opened his eyes, and let out a sigh at the personage that he had seen. "Jack!"
Jack nodded.
"But your dead..." Race's mouth dropped.
Jack nodded again.
"How? What..." Race's face went cold.
Jack smiled, "I had to talk to you." The ghost of Race's dear friend sat at the foot of his bed.
"Jack I... What happened?" Race's eyes began to tear.
He shrugged, "I guess I caught what ever you had... worse then you had it. And then I got really sick. Even began to cough up blood..."
"That explains the newspapers..."
Jack nodded, "I got so sick I basically just passed out and died."
Race's mouth was dry, "It's not fair!"
"Nothings fair Race."
"I know! But why did it have to be you! Out of all the people in New York, WHY YOU!" He was now crying onto Jack's shoulder.
"It had to be someone..." Jack said, catching the gaze of Race's eyes, "I'm just glad it was me not you."
"Jack, I...I love you, Jack." Race said.
"I love you to Race." Jack lent over and kissed Race lightly on the lips.
Race smiled.
"Race..."
* * *
"Race..." Blink shook the sleeping boy, "Race wake up!"
"What?" Race asked.
Blink smiled, "You were talking in your sleep."
"Oh..." Race looked at his one eyed friend, then at the curly haired Mush behind him.
Then at the image of Jack's ghost standing in the corner and smiling at him.
"I love you." Race whispered.
"What?" Blink gave him a weird look.
"I wasn't talking to you." Race said, Blink looked back at Mush. "I wasn't talking to Mush either."
"Then who were you talking to?" Mush asked.
"No one, only a memory."
-End-
* * *
A/N: Thank you all so much for all the love and support you have shown me all the way through this fic. It was very hard to write. But I started it out of boredness, and the fact I was sick and didn't know anything about it. I then got an idea for an ending by one of my reviewers who asked if Jack was catching what Race had. Then I got the whole Idea for the story. And believe me, It was harder to kill of Jack then I had thought it to be.
Again I thank you all very much. This was my favorite story out of the ones I wrote, and I'm so happy you all liked it too.
-Shout-Outs-
SPECSGLASSES- Aww... sorry Hun, I meant it to be sad, but I'm sorry it was so sad. But lmao, all the newsies have been dead? I've never really thought of that o_0 weird... What did you think about the last chapter? Jack told Race he loved him... it's just it was kinda a dream... kinda. It was kind of weird if you ask me. Cause it was all like it was a dream, but then all the facts are true and Jack is there when he's talking to Mush and Blink. Weird huh? You have been such a good reviewer through this fic. And I'm very happy you are such a good friend!
NAKAIA AIDAN-SUN- It's not funny, it's extremely sad! But if you say it's sad, I guess.
RANNOCH- Oh, sweetie, you should see newsies. But I'm happy you liked it anyway. But I think I am obsessed. AND DARN PROUD OF IT! Hehe... sorry. Yes, I was going to write more... and I did YAY FOR ME! Love ya.
SPOTLOVER421- I killed Jack :p I feel so evil. But I had to. I felt like killing someone so it was either Jack or Race. And personally, I like Race more then Jack. But that's my opinion. I'm sorry it was sad. I though he died in a good way actually... well in a good way cause he died for Race... kinda... in my opinion. But hey, I don't know how anyone else sees it.
GRIFFIN PARKER- Not the end... I wrote more... didn't you read? Lol j/k. I had fun killing Jack though, not really, I'm just kidding! FOR THE LOVE OF SKITTERY I WAS ONLY JOKING! I hope this last chapter made you feels better. Really I do. Love lots.
T-R-US- uh... sorry? You kinda scared me... But it is better him the Race. If it was not him it would have been Race. But I like Race A LOT better the Jack. Jack's one of my least favorite newsies... sorry but hey it's the truth. And I didn't really mean to break Race's heart sorry. I wrote more see that! Love ya :p
SHADOWLANDS- Hey, I'll check out toughs stories, they sound good. Did you know you kinda scared me when you were laughing... I thought the last person scared me. Gosh. But you are the coolest. I love all your reviews. Thanks for reviewing.
A/N: Again I thank you all for reviewing my story. And Helping me. Oh! Btw, I couldn't leave the story without having Jack talk to Race in a dream, or something. I just couldn't. And I hope it ain't to weird with Spot and Skittery. I love them together!
GOOD NEWS! Itey!Muse lost his voice... just if you wanted to know. But the rest of my muses think it's Christmas. Really I have been listing to Christmas music for the last couple of days. And my friends and I had a Christmas party today. And I was running around yelling 56 days 'til Christmas! It was the life.
I will leave you know, by saying-
'MERRY CHRISTMAS!'
Oh dude, I should write a Christmas Newsies story shouldn't I? That would be cool. But seriously guys, tomorrows Halloween and I have the whole day off. Either I can go and play in the snow, or I can write. What ya think?
LOVE YA ALL! Chip