Chapter 3: Looking for Love
The quartet opened their eyes to New York City, 1899, bustling with activity. They wandered into Newsies Square and decided to see how comfortable the statue of Horace Greeley really was. Rachael, Allie, Lauren, and Leigh-Ann ran to the middle of the square and jumped onto the pedestal. Rachael and Allie immediately burst into their rendition of 'Seize The Day' followed by Leigh-Ann and Lauren. They quieted when they saw the Lodging House door swing open and 4 REALLY HOTT guys step out. The friends gasped in astonishment. Rachael, who had been sitting on Horace Greeley's lap, stood up and shielded her eyes from the sun to see what everyone was gasping about.
To her surprise, she saw Mush, Jack, Spot, and Racetrack coming towards her. Rachael began to feel light-headed and grasped around for something to steady herself with. The others saw what was going on and started to scream. Hey! They didn't what was happening to their friend! One of the newsies heard the scream and ran toward the statue in the middle of Newsies Square.
Just in the knick of time, he got there and caught Rachael before she could hit the ground. He held her head up and tried to wake her.
"Hello... Aw you ok?"
"I think she fainted," came a voice from above his head. It was Allie, starring wide-eyed at the boy cradling her best friend in his arms.
The boy glanced up to find three other girls atop the pedestal, and all three were starring at him. He turned back to his friends.
"Hey fellas! You betta get ova here, quick!" Rachael slowly opened her eyes and saw a boy starring at her. "Hi!" came his voice, "I'm Mush what's ya naym?"
She almost fainted again, "rrr... ra... ra... rrr... Rachael," she stammered, totally blown away by the fact that they had really gone back in time and that she was in the arms of her favorite newsie.
"Well, Rachael, these are ma friends," he said, helping Rachael stand on her own and pointing to the three boys that had just joined them.
"We know you!!" gasped an astonished Ducky. Someone jabbed her in the ribs and desperately whispered, "No we don't!" in her ear. It was Leigh- Ann. "What I mean is that you remind us of these boys we used to know back home."
Mush shrugged and went back to introducing his fellow newsies, "Ok, wuteva. Anyway, this is Jack," he said, pointing to a tall boy with brown hair and a cowboy hat, "This 'eres Spot" he said, again pointing, but to another boy, this one was fairly short with very dark blonde, almost brown, hair, a slingshot sticking out of one pocket, and a gold-tipped cane tucked under one arm, "And last but not least this is Racetrack," Mush pointed to a medium sized Italian boy with brown hair, a plaid shirt, and a cigar in his hand, who was glaring at Mush, "But you can call him Race!" Mush added quickly after seeing the look on Race's face, "And I assume these are your friends..." he asked Rachael shyly.
"Uhhh... yeah!" she said, then remember that they hadn't been properly introduced, "Oops! Sorry! This is Allie, Leigh-Ann, and Lauren," Rachael said, pointing down the row of girls.
"You goils look kinda tiy'ad. Maybe you'se should spend da night wit us." Jack suggested, looking longingly at Allie.
"ohhh... ok!" the four girls said in unison. So the eight kids walked towards the lodging house.
"So, uhh... wud'ya say ya nayms were?" inquired Racetrack.
"I'm Rachael."
"I'm..."
"On second thought," Race interrupted, "I'm not dat good wit nayms, hows about we give you goils nicknames?"
"Nicknames? Well, we have nicknames that we used back home!" inserted Allie.
"Well, let's hear 'em!" countered Spot.
They sounded off down the line. "Pyro," shouted Rachael.
"Gal," Allie added.
"Sketch," was all Leigh-Ann said.
"Ducky," Lauren finished.
"Not bad, not bad at all!" exclaimed Mush, "Well PYRO, how about I escort ya to your bunk?" offering his arm to her.
"Sounds good to me!" Rae stated, taking his arm. Each guy grabbed a girl. Jack took Gal, who was giving him a dazed and dreamy look; Race helped Ducky, and Spot- Sketch. Was this a dream come true or what!?!?
~*~*~
As the group wandered into the bunkroom, they found that there were no more spare bunks for the girls to use. "Looks like there's not enough bunks fou you goils" Jack said, "You can sleep in aw beds tonight. We'll sleep on da flou."
"Fine wit me! I'm goin for a walk, would you care ta join me?" Mush said, addressing Rae.
"Sure!" she squeaked, trying to hide her excitement, "See you guys later!" She said to her friends, winking at them as she exited with Mush.
"I'm headed to the races," Racetrack said, gathering his betting money, though you could barley understand him because of the cigar sticking out of his mouth.
"I'll come too!" piped up Ducky. Race put his arm around her.
"Ok, I'll show ya'se ma favorite seats!"
"Were off to Medda's" Jack said as he grabbed Gal's hand, snapping her out of a vivid daydream, "Come on, you're gonna love it!"
"I guess it's just you 'n me," Spot said, placing his hand on Sketch's shoulder, "ya wanna go up on da roof?"
"Ummm.... s-u-r-e..." she answered slowly, unsure of what might happen. Of all her friends, she was the least romantic.
The quartet opened their eyes to New York City, 1899, bustling with activity. They wandered into Newsies Square and decided to see how comfortable the statue of Horace Greeley really was. Rachael, Allie, Lauren, and Leigh-Ann ran to the middle of the square and jumped onto the pedestal. Rachael and Allie immediately burst into their rendition of 'Seize The Day' followed by Leigh-Ann and Lauren. They quieted when they saw the Lodging House door swing open and 4 REALLY HOTT guys step out. The friends gasped in astonishment. Rachael, who had been sitting on Horace Greeley's lap, stood up and shielded her eyes from the sun to see what everyone was gasping about.
To her surprise, she saw Mush, Jack, Spot, and Racetrack coming towards her. Rachael began to feel light-headed and grasped around for something to steady herself with. The others saw what was going on and started to scream. Hey! They didn't what was happening to their friend! One of the newsies heard the scream and ran toward the statue in the middle of Newsies Square.
Just in the knick of time, he got there and caught Rachael before she could hit the ground. He held her head up and tried to wake her.
"Hello... Aw you ok?"
"I think she fainted," came a voice from above his head. It was Allie, starring wide-eyed at the boy cradling her best friend in his arms.
The boy glanced up to find three other girls atop the pedestal, and all three were starring at him. He turned back to his friends.
"Hey fellas! You betta get ova here, quick!" Rachael slowly opened her eyes and saw a boy starring at her. "Hi!" came his voice, "I'm Mush what's ya naym?"
She almost fainted again, "rrr... ra... ra... rrr... Rachael," she stammered, totally blown away by the fact that they had really gone back in time and that she was in the arms of her favorite newsie.
"Well, Rachael, these are ma friends," he said, helping Rachael stand on her own and pointing to the three boys that had just joined them.
"We know you!!" gasped an astonished Ducky. Someone jabbed her in the ribs and desperately whispered, "No we don't!" in her ear. It was Leigh- Ann. "What I mean is that you remind us of these boys we used to know back home."
Mush shrugged and went back to introducing his fellow newsies, "Ok, wuteva. Anyway, this is Jack," he said, pointing to a tall boy with brown hair and a cowboy hat, "This 'eres Spot" he said, again pointing, but to another boy, this one was fairly short with very dark blonde, almost brown, hair, a slingshot sticking out of one pocket, and a gold-tipped cane tucked under one arm, "And last but not least this is Racetrack," Mush pointed to a medium sized Italian boy with brown hair, a plaid shirt, and a cigar in his hand, who was glaring at Mush, "But you can call him Race!" Mush added quickly after seeing the look on Race's face, "And I assume these are your friends..." he asked Rachael shyly.
"Uhhh... yeah!" she said, then remember that they hadn't been properly introduced, "Oops! Sorry! This is Allie, Leigh-Ann, and Lauren," Rachael said, pointing down the row of girls.
"You goils look kinda tiy'ad. Maybe you'se should spend da night wit us." Jack suggested, looking longingly at Allie.
"ohhh... ok!" the four girls said in unison. So the eight kids walked towards the lodging house.
"So, uhh... wud'ya say ya nayms were?" inquired Racetrack.
"I'm Rachael."
"I'm..."
"On second thought," Race interrupted, "I'm not dat good wit nayms, hows about we give you goils nicknames?"
"Nicknames? Well, we have nicknames that we used back home!" inserted Allie.
"Well, let's hear 'em!" countered Spot.
They sounded off down the line. "Pyro," shouted Rachael.
"Gal," Allie added.
"Sketch," was all Leigh-Ann said.
"Ducky," Lauren finished.
"Not bad, not bad at all!" exclaimed Mush, "Well PYRO, how about I escort ya to your bunk?" offering his arm to her.
"Sounds good to me!" Rae stated, taking his arm. Each guy grabbed a girl. Jack took Gal, who was giving him a dazed and dreamy look; Race helped Ducky, and Spot- Sketch. Was this a dream come true or what!?!?
~*~*~
As the group wandered into the bunkroom, they found that there were no more spare bunks for the girls to use. "Looks like there's not enough bunks fou you goils" Jack said, "You can sleep in aw beds tonight. We'll sleep on da flou."
"Fine wit me! I'm goin for a walk, would you care ta join me?" Mush said, addressing Rae.
"Sure!" she squeaked, trying to hide her excitement, "See you guys later!" She said to her friends, winking at them as she exited with Mush.
"I'm headed to the races," Racetrack said, gathering his betting money, though you could barley understand him because of the cigar sticking out of his mouth.
"I'll come too!" piped up Ducky. Race put his arm around her.
"Ok, I'll show ya'se ma favorite seats!"
"Were off to Medda's" Jack said as he grabbed Gal's hand, snapping her out of a vivid daydream, "Come on, you're gonna love it!"
"I guess it's just you 'n me," Spot said, placing his hand on Sketch's shoulder, "ya wanna go up on da roof?"
"Ummm.... s-u-r-e..." she answered slowly, unsure of what might happen. Of all her friends, she was the least romantic.