Disclaimer: *Disney comes down the road with a basket full of newsies* Who will buy my sweet, hot Newsies? Two of them for a penny. *whispers* That's cheaper then The World newspapers. Heh Heh.
If you can't tell already, I do not own Newsies. Disney does.
PAGE 5: If the purpose of that was to get you to go away.
He looks you straight in the eye, scowling at you. "Why are you following me?" He asks with an angry tone in his voice. You stumble to find words, appalled at this sudden action.
"I- I don't know." You finally mutter. He lets go of your shoulders and walks away. You stand there and watch as the love of your pathetic life walks out of sight. You sigh and go back to Tibby's. You blew it. Sad.
That's the end for you.