A/N: Ok, I'm just learning how to work this thing. I'm Repeats, and
this is my story. Actually, this story was written by me and me buddy
Scout. (They call her scout cuz she always swears on scout' honor; but the
thing is, she isn't a scout..) So this is our first story, so be sure to
review!!!
Sorry if the text is wacky, I haven't exactly gotten the hang of this yet!!
Disclaimer: Sadly, we do not own newsies, but we do own Jess. (don't even try to sue us, we're broke!) this goes for everything we write unless otherwise noted.
The next morning Mush arrived at the distribution center with Jess's money in his hand. He stood there absently, thinking of all the time they had spent together, trying to see if she had maybe dropped a hint or two of what her family was like. The way Mush figured it, she shouldn't be ashamed of what she has, because not many of the other newsies could even say that they had a family to be ashamed of. But for whatever reason, she never talked about them. Mush even started to wonder if she had a family and a home, or if she was making the whole thing up and really living by herself in some alley. Before Mush knew it, the line in front of disappeared and it was his turn to buy the papes. He absently bought 200 papers and headed down to Bottle Alley where he would meet Jess.
As soon as he saw her, all his questions and doubts melted away into one big puddle of joy and love. She looked as stunning as ever, which disproved his alley theory. Her hair was neatly brushed, and her face showed not a speck of dirt. She was wearing a thick, blue, wool jumper over a clean white blouse. Her eyes lit up when she saw Mush and ran over to give him a quick kiss before taking her papers from him.
"Thanks for buyin' me papes for me" she said sweetly. The voice alone could make Mush go weak in the knees. He wasn't really good with thank you's, so he just nodded. The two left the alley and started to sell.
"Aww Jess, ya shoulda' seen it," Mush said after they had finished selling their papes. Mush, who had been a newsie since he was 8 years old, always finished selling fast. People seemed to pity him more because of his quiet look and dreamer's eyes. And Jess. Jess may have only been a newsie for a day, but she was a natural. She could hawk headlines with the best of them, and could give Jack a run for his money with her 'improved headlines'.
"Shoulda seen what?" Jess asked, smiling at him. She loved how he got so excited over little things.
"Da Cowboy. He was amazing dis mornin'. Da Delancey bruddas, dey jumped him when we were walkin' to da distribution centah like dey always do-"
If Mush had been looking at Jess, he would have seen her head snap up at the mention of her brothers, but he was too busy re-enacting the fight. "-And he threw Oscar down, like dis-" Mush made a motion of throwing someone down on the ground, "-and den when Morris ran at him, he waited 'til jist the right moment, den, whoosh!" Mush took a huge step to his side. " He stepped outta da way, and Morris tripped ova Oscar. You shoulda seen it." Mush said again, a dopey grin on his face.
Jess just nodded. "Yea, it sounds great." Desperate to change the subject, she quickly reminded Mush, "We're supposta meet Race and dem at Tibby's. We're gonna be late if we don't hurry." She smiled slyly. "And ya wouldn't wanna to miss lunch, woudja?" She teased, knowing of Mush's weakness for food.
"Miss lunch?" Mush uttered. "Let's go." He grabbed her hand, and the two headed off to Tibby's.
Sorry if the text is wacky, I haven't exactly gotten the hang of this yet!!
Disclaimer: Sadly, we do not own newsies, but we do own Jess. (don't even try to sue us, we're broke!) this goes for everything we write unless otherwise noted.
The next morning Mush arrived at the distribution center with Jess's money in his hand. He stood there absently, thinking of all the time they had spent together, trying to see if she had maybe dropped a hint or two of what her family was like. The way Mush figured it, she shouldn't be ashamed of what she has, because not many of the other newsies could even say that they had a family to be ashamed of. But for whatever reason, she never talked about them. Mush even started to wonder if she had a family and a home, or if she was making the whole thing up and really living by herself in some alley. Before Mush knew it, the line in front of disappeared and it was his turn to buy the papes. He absently bought 200 papers and headed down to Bottle Alley where he would meet Jess.
As soon as he saw her, all his questions and doubts melted away into one big puddle of joy and love. She looked as stunning as ever, which disproved his alley theory. Her hair was neatly brushed, and her face showed not a speck of dirt. She was wearing a thick, blue, wool jumper over a clean white blouse. Her eyes lit up when she saw Mush and ran over to give him a quick kiss before taking her papers from him.
"Thanks for buyin' me papes for me" she said sweetly. The voice alone could make Mush go weak in the knees. He wasn't really good with thank you's, so he just nodded. The two left the alley and started to sell.
"Aww Jess, ya shoulda' seen it," Mush said after they had finished selling their papes. Mush, who had been a newsie since he was 8 years old, always finished selling fast. People seemed to pity him more because of his quiet look and dreamer's eyes. And Jess. Jess may have only been a newsie for a day, but she was a natural. She could hawk headlines with the best of them, and could give Jack a run for his money with her 'improved headlines'.
"Shoulda seen what?" Jess asked, smiling at him. She loved how he got so excited over little things.
"Da Cowboy. He was amazing dis mornin'. Da Delancey bruddas, dey jumped him when we were walkin' to da distribution centah like dey always do-"
If Mush had been looking at Jess, he would have seen her head snap up at the mention of her brothers, but he was too busy re-enacting the fight. "-And he threw Oscar down, like dis-" Mush made a motion of throwing someone down on the ground, "-and den when Morris ran at him, he waited 'til jist the right moment, den, whoosh!" Mush took a huge step to his side. " He stepped outta da way, and Morris tripped ova Oscar. You shoulda seen it." Mush said again, a dopey grin on his face.
Jess just nodded. "Yea, it sounds great." Desperate to change the subject, she quickly reminded Mush, "We're supposta meet Race and dem at Tibby's. We're gonna be late if we don't hurry." She smiled slyly. "And ya wouldn't wanna to miss lunch, woudja?" She teased, knowing of Mush's weakness for food.
"Miss lunch?" Mush uttered. "Let's go." He grabbed her hand, and the two headed off to Tibby's.