Do You Swear You Won't Forget Me?
Warnings: VERY SAPPY. Okay so maybe not that sappy, but you get the point. Just watch out for it. That's all… for now anyway.
Disclaimer: I OWN THEM ALL!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! v.v;; sorry. Disney owns 'em. But I own Sparkles!!! No stealing!!!
Opening Comments: Sorry, this took me longer than I thought ^^;; This chapter gets better though; promise.
Shout Outs~
Stage: Oh, yes, I love getting 'Santa Fe' stuck in people's heads ^___^.
ButterScotchSnicher: Um….;; You can have Snitch, I guess. Everyone else's taken… give me your newsie name and I'll give you a cameo.
Spot Colons: Thanks for reviewing, and no. Spot is taken. By ToT. This brings me to an important matter – if you review (this applies to everyone who reads this), please don't ask me to make you anyone's girl; especially Spot's. As I said before, he's taken XD.
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Chapter 03- Well Who Said You Needed One?
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"Up! Up! Sell da papes, sell da papes! Carrying da bannah!"
Kloppmann's wake up call stirred me from my sleep a little earlier than I would have liked the next morning. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I figured I was dreaming and ignored him.
A few seconds later I was being woken up by Jack, who was gently shaking my shoulders.
"C'mon, Sparks, youse don't wanna be late on you foist day back, do youse?"
I halfheartedly swatted at him and rolled over.
"Ehy, what's da matta wit youse!? Youse t'ink dose papahs is gonna sell demselves?" Race's loud voice startled me from my dream state, and I finally rolled over and stood sleepily on my feet.
"Atta goil." Mush grinned, ruffling my hair as he passed. I threw my pillow at him, missed, and nailed Kid Blink in the back. He turned around, a bit confused, and picked up the pillow.
"Who t'rew dis?"
Everyone pointed to me.
Blink smirked and launched the pillow back. I quickly ducked behind Jack, and the pillow struck a half asleep Skittery.
Skittery glared down at it for a moment, then picked it up and flung it into the crowd.
"Pillow fight!" someone yelled, and suddenly a flurry of pillows and feathers were flying through the air. Kloppmann franticly tried to stop them, but to no avail.
I took my chance and ducked out into the washroom, unseen in the confusion. I quickly took a shower and put on the various articles of extra clothing Jack had given me the night before – someone's old pair of slacks, a button down shirt, and an oversized vest.
By the time I was dressed, so were most of the rest of the newsies. I walked back into the bunk room and grabbed Bumlets' hat off his bedpost, trotting up next to Jack who was just about to head outside.
"Hope the headline's good." I declared, fitting the hat on my head.
"Doedn't mattah." Jack stated flatly.
"I know, I know," I grinned. "Headlines don't sell papes…"
"…Newsies sell papes." Bumlets finished, coming up from behind us and snatching his hat back.
The rest of the newsies came clomping and hollering down the stairs and out into the street after us.
The way to the distribution office wasn't really that far, but it took everyone twice as long to get there due to play swordfights, a few brawls here and there, and, of course, the dancing. Bumlets, Dutchy, and Mush started in with their flips and impressive dance steps, and soon the others followed suit. We reached the D.O. without a run in with the Delanceys, much to my delight, and I followed closely behind Jack at the head of the pack.
"Hurry it up, Weasel." Jack called through the closed shade, impatiently ringing the bell.
"Hold your horses, Cowboy," Weasel griped from the other side. He pulled up the shade an set his book open on the counter. "What'll it be?" he asked, without looking up.
"The usual." Jack answered flatly, sliding two quarters through the gate. He grabbed the papers from Morris and stepped aside.
"Look who's back." Weasel grumbled, not acting the least bit surprised when he saw me. "Your family move back?"
"I ran away," I grinned triumphantly.
Weasel raised his eyebrows at me, but didn't press any further. "How many'll it be?"
I glanced at Jack and rested my elbows against the counter, leaning foreword.
"Listen, Mr. Weisel…I just got off the train last night, and, well, I don't have any money. You wouldn't mind letting it slide for today would you?" I asked sweetly.
Weasel hesitated. "Uh…"
"Please?" I asked again, leaning closer. He gawked at me for a moment, then leaned back against his chair and coughed into his hand.
"How many do you want?"
"Eighty, please."
"You'll pay me back tomorrow, you hear?" he avoided looking at me, but I nodded anyway.
It took Morris a few seconds to get all the papers, and when I tried to take them out from under the gate, he held them back firmly.
"Well well, well, what have we here?" he snickered. I rolled my eyes.
"Give me the papers, Morris."
"Why should I?"
"Because I paid good money for 'em."
"Give 'er the papes an' leave 'er alone, ya bum." Jack ordered.
"Why would you care?" Oscar sneered. Jack glared at him and roughly grabbed the papers from Morris, handing them to me and trotting down the steps. I followed, a bit confused, but shook off the awkward feeling again.
Jack and I set off to sell before the others took the good spots, and settled for the square where people were milling around. I took a seat on a nearby bench and sifted trough the headlines until I found one that caught my eye: Local man shoots record amount of pigeons.
I picked up my stack of papers and slipped into the crowd.
"Local man murders millions!" I shouted, holding up a paper to be seen through the crowd. Immediate people curiously came over and bought a few papes.
I caught Jack's eye through the mass of people and he grinned. I smiled back and continued moving through the crowd, selling papers and calling out false headlines or, as Jack called it, 'improving the truth'.
As I was selling a paper to a benevolent old man, my remaining stack of newspapers was ripped out of my hands from behind.
Whirling around, I came face to face with Morris Delancey.
"Ehy!" I shouted, forgetting my customer. "Give those back!"
"Where's Jackey-boy when you need 'im, sweet t'ing?" he sniveled.
I narrowed my eyes dangerously and made a grab for the stolen papers. As Morris skipped to the side to avoid me, the papers were grabbed from his hands. I whirled around again and this time stood facing a smirking Oscar.
"Hey, hey," he said, ignoring me and turning to his brother. "That ain't no way ta treat a lady. 'Specially one dat's single."
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Single? What're you talking about, 'single'?." An unexpected fear twanged in my stomach and I made another grab for the papes. The sneering scab threw them to the ground, grinding them into the dust.
"You scabba', I paid for those!" I yelled, enraged.
Just then Jack noticed the quarrel and shoved his way over to us.
"Well, well, I's knew youse two was rotten, but dis is low." He said, stepping in between me and the Delancys. "An' youse should know bettah than ta mess wit Sparkles hea"
Oscar snorted. "Whadda you care? Shouldn't you be off protectin' Sarah?"
Jacks eyes widened. "Oscar…"
"Jack?" I asked, glancing from Oscar to the newsie before me, my heart pounding in my chest. "Who's Sarah?"
"Wait, you mean you haven't told 'er 'bout Sarah yet? Shame shame, Cowboy." Oscar faked being unaware.
"Jack, who's Sarah?' I repeated, a lump rising in my throat.
By this time, more of our fellow newsies had noticed what was going on and curiously wandered over to where we were standing, dust and newspapers swirling about.
"Listen Sparks," Jack began, defeat showing in his eyes. "When youse left hea', an'…an' we had da strike an' all, an' den I met Davey an' his family…"
'No, no, no,' I thought, shaking my head; already in disbelief of what was yet to be said. My eyes scanned the surrounding crowd, searching for a way to be away from this place, out of this moment. My eyes fell on Bumlets.
He took a step forward, glowering at Jack as the newsie continued to fumble over his words.
"…I met Sarah and I thought youse wasn't comin' back, so I-"
"How could you do dis to me Jack?" I asked quietly, hoping he didn't notice how badly my voice was shaking. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"
He took a step back, and I took a step forward.
"Sparkles, listen-"
"No! You t'ink you can just forget about me an' move on when you promised me, you promised me, Jack, that you'd come an' be wit' me? You t'ink I'd just forget about you; about us?"
"Sparkles-"
"Shut up!" I yelled, my body shaking with anger and betrayal.
Bumlets reached out to grab my arm, and I wrenched myself away. "Leave me alone!"
I shoved my way through the crowd, heading toward the lodging house without a backwards glance at the people I once trusted as friends.
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Closing Comments: And now the fun begins! ^.~
Warnings: VERY SAPPY. Okay so maybe not that sappy, but you get the point. Just watch out for it. That's all… for now anyway.
Disclaimer: I OWN THEM ALL!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! v.v;; sorry. Disney owns 'em. But I own Sparkles!!! No stealing!!!
Opening Comments: Sorry, this took me longer than I thought ^^;; This chapter gets better though; promise.
Shout Outs~
Stage: Oh, yes, I love getting 'Santa Fe' stuck in people's heads ^___^.
ButterScotchSnicher: Um….;; You can have Snitch, I guess. Everyone else's taken… give me your newsie name and I'll give you a cameo.
Spot Colons: Thanks for reviewing, and no. Spot is taken. By ToT. This brings me to an important matter – if you review (this applies to everyone who reads this), please don't ask me to make you anyone's girl; especially Spot's. As I said before, he's taken XD.
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Chapter 03- Well Who Said You Needed One?
***
"Up! Up! Sell da papes, sell da papes! Carrying da bannah!"
Kloppmann's wake up call stirred me from my sleep a little earlier than I would have liked the next morning. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I figured I was dreaming and ignored him.
A few seconds later I was being woken up by Jack, who was gently shaking my shoulders.
"C'mon, Sparks, youse don't wanna be late on you foist day back, do youse?"
I halfheartedly swatted at him and rolled over.
"Ehy, what's da matta wit youse!? Youse t'ink dose papahs is gonna sell demselves?" Race's loud voice startled me from my dream state, and I finally rolled over and stood sleepily on my feet.
"Atta goil." Mush grinned, ruffling my hair as he passed. I threw my pillow at him, missed, and nailed Kid Blink in the back. He turned around, a bit confused, and picked up the pillow.
"Who t'rew dis?"
Everyone pointed to me.
Blink smirked and launched the pillow back. I quickly ducked behind Jack, and the pillow struck a half asleep Skittery.
Skittery glared down at it for a moment, then picked it up and flung it into the crowd.
"Pillow fight!" someone yelled, and suddenly a flurry of pillows and feathers were flying through the air. Kloppmann franticly tried to stop them, but to no avail.
I took my chance and ducked out into the washroom, unseen in the confusion. I quickly took a shower and put on the various articles of extra clothing Jack had given me the night before – someone's old pair of slacks, a button down shirt, and an oversized vest.
By the time I was dressed, so were most of the rest of the newsies. I walked back into the bunk room and grabbed Bumlets' hat off his bedpost, trotting up next to Jack who was just about to head outside.
"Hope the headline's good." I declared, fitting the hat on my head.
"Doedn't mattah." Jack stated flatly.
"I know, I know," I grinned. "Headlines don't sell papes…"
"…Newsies sell papes." Bumlets finished, coming up from behind us and snatching his hat back.
The rest of the newsies came clomping and hollering down the stairs and out into the street after us.
The way to the distribution office wasn't really that far, but it took everyone twice as long to get there due to play swordfights, a few brawls here and there, and, of course, the dancing. Bumlets, Dutchy, and Mush started in with their flips and impressive dance steps, and soon the others followed suit. We reached the D.O. without a run in with the Delanceys, much to my delight, and I followed closely behind Jack at the head of the pack.
"Hurry it up, Weasel." Jack called through the closed shade, impatiently ringing the bell.
"Hold your horses, Cowboy," Weasel griped from the other side. He pulled up the shade an set his book open on the counter. "What'll it be?" he asked, without looking up.
"The usual." Jack answered flatly, sliding two quarters through the gate. He grabbed the papers from Morris and stepped aside.
"Look who's back." Weasel grumbled, not acting the least bit surprised when he saw me. "Your family move back?"
"I ran away," I grinned triumphantly.
Weasel raised his eyebrows at me, but didn't press any further. "How many'll it be?"
I glanced at Jack and rested my elbows against the counter, leaning foreword.
"Listen, Mr. Weisel…I just got off the train last night, and, well, I don't have any money. You wouldn't mind letting it slide for today would you?" I asked sweetly.
Weasel hesitated. "Uh…"
"Please?" I asked again, leaning closer. He gawked at me for a moment, then leaned back against his chair and coughed into his hand.
"How many do you want?"
"Eighty, please."
"You'll pay me back tomorrow, you hear?" he avoided looking at me, but I nodded anyway.
It took Morris a few seconds to get all the papers, and when I tried to take them out from under the gate, he held them back firmly.
"Well well, well, what have we here?" he snickered. I rolled my eyes.
"Give me the papers, Morris."
"Why should I?"
"Because I paid good money for 'em."
"Give 'er the papes an' leave 'er alone, ya bum." Jack ordered.
"Why would you care?" Oscar sneered. Jack glared at him and roughly grabbed the papers from Morris, handing them to me and trotting down the steps. I followed, a bit confused, but shook off the awkward feeling again.
Jack and I set off to sell before the others took the good spots, and settled for the square where people were milling around. I took a seat on a nearby bench and sifted trough the headlines until I found one that caught my eye: Local man shoots record amount of pigeons.
I picked up my stack of papers and slipped into the crowd.
"Local man murders millions!" I shouted, holding up a paper to be seen through the crowd. Immediate people curiously came over and bought a few papes.
I caught Jack's eye through the mass of people and he grinned. I smiled back and continued moving through the crowd, selling papers and calling out false headlines or, as Jack called it, 'improving the truth'.
As I was selling a paper to a benevolent old man, my remaining stack of newspapers was ripped out of my hands from behind.
Whirling around, I came face to face with Morris Delancey.
"Ehy!" I shouted, forgetting my customer. "Give those back!"
"Where's Jackey-boy when you need 'im, sweet t'ing?" he sniveled.
I narrowed my eyes dangerously and made a grab for the stolen papers. As Morris skipped to the side to avoid me, the papers were grabbed from his hands. I whirled around again and this time stood facing a smirking Oscar.
"Hey, hey," he said, ignoring me and turning to his brother. "That ain't no way ta treat a lady. 'Specially one dat's single."
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Single? What're you talking about, 'single'?." An unexpected fear twanged in my stomach and I made another grab for the papes. The sneering scab threw them to the ground, grinding them into the dust.
"You scabba', I paid for those!" I yelled, enraged.
Just then Jack noticed the quarrel and shoved his way over to us.
"Well, well, I's knew youse two was rotten, but dis is low." He said, stepping in between me and the Delancys. "An' youse should know bettah than ta mess wit Sparkles hea"
Oscar snorted. "Whadda you care? Shouldn't you be off protectin' Sarah?"
Jacks eyes widened. "Oscar…"
"Jack?" I asked, glancing from Oscar to the newsie before me, my heart pounding in my chest. "Who's Sarah?"
"Wait, you mean you haven't told 'er 'bout Sarah yet? Shame shame, Cowboy." Oscar faked being unaware.
"Jack, who's Sarah?' I repeated, a lump rising in my throat.
By this time, more of our fellow newsies had noticed what was going on and curiously wandered over to where we were standing, dust and newspapers swirling about.
"Listen Sparks," Jack began, defeat showing in his eyes. "When youse left hea', an'…an' we had da strike an' all, an' den I met Davey an' his family…"
'No, no, no,' I thought, shaking my head; already in disbelief of what was yet to be said. My eyes scanned the surrounding crowd, searching for a way to be away from this place, out of this moment. My eyes fell on Bumlets.
He took a step forward, glowering at Jack as the newsie continued to fumble over his words.
"…I met Sarah and I thought youse wasn't comin' back, so I-"
"How could you do dis to me Jack?" I asked quietly, hoping he didn't notice how badly my voice was shaking. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"
He took a step back, and I took a step forward.
"Sparkles, listen-"
"No! You t'ink you can just forget about me an' move on when you promised me, you promised me, Jack, that you'd come an' be wit' me? You t'ink I'd just forget about you; about us?"
"Sparkles-"
"Shut up!" I yelled, my body shaking with anger and betrayal.
Bumlets reached out to grab my arm, and I wrenched myself away. "Leave me alone!"
I shoved my way through the crowd, heading toward the lodging house without a backwards glance at the people I once trusted as friends.
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Closing Comments: And now the fun begins! ^.~