Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies.
A/N: This is an extremely late present for Keza. And, two weeks from now, I will put up my contribution for Pie Week and Poley's B-Day. Love! ^_^
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Mrs. and Mr. Jones looked up as their seventeen-year- old son, Sean-better known as Pie Eater walked into the room. He was shaking, wearing only his boxers and a blanket huddled around his shoulders. His eyes were wide and frightened as he quickly rushed over to the other side of the room and sat, pulling the blanket tighter around him and staring at the doorway, eyes still wide and still frightened.
"Sean." Mrs Jones whispered. Her son gave no reply. "Sean." She got up from her seat in the large armchair near the bookcase. "Sean." she whispered once more, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
At the contact, Pie Eater jumped and screamed.
"Sean!" Mrs. Jones cried out her son's name once more.
Either the sound of his name or the sound of his mother's voice jarred him back into reality. He blinked, sighed, and then relaxed, giving his mother a weak smile.
"I'm fine, Mom." He said unconvincingly. "It was just....I'm fine."
"Sean, are you sure?" She faltered when he nodded, wrapping the blanket around himself once more. "You know, sweetheart, I think that if you went back to school-"
"No."
Mrs. Jones tried again, smiling sweetly. "But if you go back to school, get back in a social lifestyle-"
"No." Pie Eater snapped coldly, eyes narrow and un-yeilding. "I'm not going back."
"You've been out of school for three months, Sean." Mr. Jones put in. "You need to go back-"
"No!" He exclaimed, sent into a wild frenzy. "No! I'm not going back there! I'm not! You can't make me!"
"Sean-"
"You don't know! You don't see what I see, you don't have to! You don't understand! You'll never understand! You're just..." He trailed off, unsure of what to say, of how to say it. "I'm going back to bed."
His parents were silent until he left the room.
The next morning, when she went to wake him, Mrs. Jones found a note on his nightstand. Her son had left.
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Pie Eater walked down the highway, one of his parent's hiking backpacks strewn over his shoulder, and a wallet in his back pocket that held about forty dollars plus his credit card. He walked along the shoulder for a while then stopped, and held out his thumb.
The highway ran through a rural community, so it was a while before he say any cars go by, and even longer before an old Winnebago pulled over to the side of the road.
The door opened, and a blond guy with an eyepatch looked at him calculatingly. Behind him, in the driver's seat, sat a girl who's blonde hair was dyed orange and pulled back into two braids.
"Heya." She grinned. "You wanna ride or what."
The guy with the eyepatch smiled and stepped aside, allowing Pie Eater to enter the Winnebago.
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A/N: This is an extremely late present for Keza. And, two weeks from now, I will put up my contribution for Pie Week and Poley's B-Day. Love! ^_^
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Mrs. and Mr. Jones looked up as their seventeen-year- old son, Sean-better known as Pie Eater walked into the room. He was shaking, wearing only his boxers and a blanket huddled around his shoulders. His eyes were wide and frightened as he quickly rushed over to the other side of the room and sat, pulling the blanket tighter around him and staring at the doorway, eyes still wide and still frightened.
"Sean." Mrs Jones whispered. Her son gave no reply. "Sean." She got up from her seat in the large armchair near the bookcase. "Sean." she whispered once more, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
At the contact, Pie Eater jumped and screamed.
"Sean!" Mrs. Jones cried out her son's name once more.
Either the sound of his name or the sound of his mother's voice jarred him back into reality. He blinked, sighed, and then relaxed, giving his mother a weak smile.
"I'm fine, Mom." He said unconvincingly. "It was just....I'm fine."
"Sean, are you sure?" She faltered when he nodded, wrapping the blanket around himself once more. "You know, sweetheart, I think that if you went back to school-"
"No."
Mrs. Jones tried again, smiling sweetly. "But if you go back to school, get back in a social lifestyle-"
"No." Pie Eater snapped coldly, eyes narrow and un-yeilding. "I'm not going back."
"You've been out of school for three months, Sean." Mr. Jones put in. "You need to go back-"
"No!" He exclaimed, sent into a wild frenzy. "No! I'm not going back there! I'm not! You can't make me!"
"Sean-"
"You don't know! You don't see what I see, you don't have to! You don't understand! You'll never understand! You're just..." He trailed off, unsure of what to say, of how to say it. "I'm going back to bed."
His parents were silent until he left the room.
The next morning, when she went to wake him, Mrs. Jones found a note on his nightstand. Her son had left.
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Pie Eater walked down the highway, one of his parent's hiking backpacks strewn over his shoulder, and a wallet in his back pocket that held about forty dollars plus his credit card. He walked along the shoulder for a while then stopped, and held out his thumb.
The highway ran through a rural community, so it was a while before he say any cars go by, and even longer before an old Winnebago pulled over to the side of the road.
The door opened, and a blond guy with an eyepatch looked at him calculatingly. Behind him, in the driver's seat, sat a girl who's blonde hair was dyed orange and pulled back into two braids.
"Heya." She grinned. "You wanna ride or what."
The guy with the eyepatch smiled and stepped aside, allowing Pie Eater to enter the Winnebago.
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