A/n this is my first Newsie Fan fic. Be kind. I haven't updated for a while b/c of
exams. Please review!!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except a maybe the plot.
Chapter 3.
The boy started down the stairs, moving ever so slowly. I figured if I
bolted he would follow and ask questions. I didn't want anyone to figure out who I
was, so I just sat up and waited for him to reach me.
When he finally came down the stairs I asked him" So you know who he
was talking about?"
"Sure it has been all over the paps since yesterday. 'Pulitzers Heir
Mysteriously Disappears', 'Hurst accused of murdering Pulitzers granddaughter'.
Stuff like that. I think she is blooming dumb to run away from all that money." He
stated.
"Maybe she felt suffocated by all the pressure. Maybe she just couldn't
take it any more." I told him truthfully.
"Yah, maybe." He replied skeptically.
"I guess you wouldn't understand." I sighed under my breathe. He looked
at me questioningly. "Nothing!" I answered.
"You was saying that you didn't have a place to stay, right?" He asked. I
nodded warily. "Can you clean house?" I nodded again. "Well, at the newsie
boarding house they happened to be in need of your sioveses (a/n services). So what do you say?"
"I haven't got any other options, so why not." I agreed.
"Okay, let's go." He started out the door and down the street. "Now?" I
asked. Instead of replying he just kept going. I had to run to keep up with him. This
kid had some long legs. "Hey…uh…what's…your…name…anyways," I asked between
breathes. "And would you mind slowing down a little, gosh."
"Uh, what … sorry." He lessened his pace slightly. Then all of a sudden he
stopped and whirled around, almost knocking me to the ground. "You wanna warn
somebody when you do that?" I asked dryly.
"Sorry," he apologized again. Then spit in his hand a stuck it out, "Names
David." I looked at his hand appallingly. Surely he doesn't expect me to shake his
hand. He just spit in it for Christ's sake.
"It is a pleasure; name is uh… um… Gemmy…uh …. Gemmy Fitzgerald,
a/n: that is not her real name.) yah that's it, that's my name." I nodded
exaggeratedly. By the look on his face you could tell he didn't believe me. At least
he didn't comment on it, for that I was grateful.
"So, uh, Gemmy," He emphasized Gemmy. He stuck his hand out farther, but
when he saw I wasn't going to shake that hand, he dropped it. I could tell that he was
a little annoyed that I didn't shake his hand, so I grabbed the one hand he hadn't spit
on and gave it a good shake.
When he let go of my hand, he took off for the newsie boarding house. I followed behind him, barely though." Look, David slow down will ya!" I hollered at him.
He looked back, startled. When he realized how far a head of me he was, he slowed
down. " Thanks" I said when I caught up to him. An uncomfortable silence formed. I
began to feel a little nervous. " so," I started. He looked at me expectantly. "you have
pretty long legs." I stated. When I realize what I had said my face turned red. David
just started laughing. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud, uh … not that
I was thinking it." I finished lamely. He laughed harder. Why cant I think before I
speak? Because your too spur of the moment girl, came my grandpas' voice out
to haunt me. We continued walking, him silently laughing, me refusing to say anything,
lest I make an even bigger fool of myself.
David stopped in front of a quaint but nice looking building. "Here we are, the
Newsies Boarding house." He informed me. "Well, let's take a look." I suggested. He
opened the door for me and I walked in.