Chapter Eleven
Danny, Who's Danny?
The next morning Jack woke up before Rhythm so he had time to get ready for the day.
He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around him. The Manhattan and Brooklyn newsies were roaming the warehouse. He walked out of the bathroom fully clothed. Rhythm wasn't up yet, looked like he would be getting the pleasure of waking her up this morning.
Jack walked to the bed that they had shared last night. He noticed that when he had left Rhythm had grabbed all of the covers and wrapped them around her body. Jack looked at her for a second then patted her arm gently.
After Rhythm didn't wake up so he started to sake her. She turned over and when back to sleep. Jack was starting to get mad so he yanked the covers away from her. She didn't seem to notice. He went to her ear and started to yell. Suddenly Rhythm's eyes popped open and Jack got one big smack in the face.
"What da hell was dat for?" Asked Jack.
"Dat was for yelling in me ear, Fuckin Bonehead!!"
"Come on get up we's got ta get back ta Manhattan; we's da last ones heah!"
"Fine, Fine. Just give me a second will ya!"
Rhythm walked into the bathroom and began to get ready. She took a shower and put Jack's cloths on; her clothes were still a little wet. She walked out of the bathroom to find Jack staring off into space. She sat down next to him.
"What ya tinkin about?"
"Nothing, just dat I's don't know your past and I's know every one's a my newsies past."
"Ask Race about me past, I's don't feel like sayin it again."
"Come on it can't be dat bad."
"Fine den tell me yours."
"Oh no youse ain't pullin dat one on me."
"Come on it can't be dat bad!" Rhythm mimicked.
"Fine I's tell you if ya tell me yours."
"Fine, whateva I'll go foist. Well me dad left me mom when she was pregnant with me. After I's was born she began to dance...
When she was done Rhythm began to breath heavily; she hated to have to tell people her past. Jack pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head, and started his story.
"Well me story is quite different me mom died givin birth to me and me father was sent ta jail for drinkin and stuff. I's started livin on da streets and one day I met Luke-"
"Who's Luke?"
"He was da leada a Manhattan at da toime"
"Oh"
"Well I's met Luke and he offered me a place ta stay and be a newsie. About five years later, Luke died from some sickness, and he left me in charge of the boiys back home. On his death bed he said that he picked me over Danny because-"
"Who's Danny?"
"He's Luke's younger brother."
"What happened to him?"
"He tried taking Manhattan and Brooklyn after Luke died, he killed the former leada of Brooklyn while trying and then he was banished from New Yourk so he went south."
"Oh" Rhythm realized that she was still leaning on Jack. She sat up and stared into his brown eyes. She felt like she could stare into them forever. Jack's nose was an inch away from hers. He leaned in and they both shut their eyes.
Danny, Who's Danny?
The next morning Jack woke up before Rhythm so he had time to get ready for the day.
He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around him. The Manhattan and Brooklyn newsies were roaming the warehouse. He walked out of the bathroom fully clothed. Rhythm wasn't up yet, looked like he would be getting the pleasure of waking her up this morning.
Jack walked to the bed that they had shared last night. He noticed that when he had left Rhythm had grabbed all of the covers and wrapped them around her body. Jack looked at her for a second then patted her arm gently.
After Rhythm didn't wake up so he started to sake her. She turned over and when back to sleep. Jack was starting to get mad so he yanked the covers away from her. She didn't seem to notice. He went to her ear and started to yell. Suddenly Rhythm's eyes popped open and Jack got one big smack in the face.
"What da hell was dat for?" Asked Jack.
"Dat was for yelling in me ear, Fuckin Bonehead!!"
"Come on get up we's got ta get back ta Manhattan; we's da last ones heah!"
"Fine, Fine. Just give me a second will ya!"
Rhythm walked into the bathroom and began to get ready. She took a shower and put Jack's cloths on; her clothes were still a little wet. She walked out of the bathroom to find Jack staring off into space. She sat down next to him.
"What ya tinkin about?"
"Nothing, just dat I's don't know your past and I's know every one's a my newsies past."
"Ask Race about me past, I's don't feel like sayin it again."
"Come on it can't be dat bad."
"Fine den tell me yours."
"Oh no youse ain't pullin dat one on me."
"Come on it can't be dat bad!" Rhythm mimicked.
"Fine I's tell you if ya tell me yours."
"Fine, whateva I'll go foist. Well me dad left me mom when she was pregnant with me. After I's was born she began to dance...
When she was done Rhythm began to breath heavily; she hated to have to tell people her past. Jack pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head, and started his story.
"Well me story is quite different me mom died givin birth to me and me father was sent ta jail for drinkin and stuff. I's started livin on da streets and one day I met Luke-"
"Who's Luke?"
"He was da leada a Manhattan at da toime"
"Oh"
"Well I's met Luke and he offered me a place ta stay and be a newsie. About five years later, Luke died from some sickness, and he left me in charge of the boiys back home. On his death bed he said that he picked me over Danny because-"
"Who's Danny?"
"He's Luke's younger brother."
"What happened to him?"
"He tried taking Manhattan and Brooklyn after Luke died, he killed the former leada of Brooklyn while trying and then he was banished from New Yourk so he went south."
"Oh" Rhythm realized that she was still leaning on Jack. She sat up and stared into his brown eyes. She felt like she could stare into them forever. Jack's nose was an inch away from hers. He leaned in and they both shut their eyes.