Nora scampered along trying to keep pace with Jack's huge strides.
She was wondering who Jack's boys were, she hoped they would be as nice as
Jack. She couldn't believe how big New York was, they had been walking for
a good thirty minutes and they hadn't seemed to make any progress. When
she was finally at her wit's end and was about to ask Jack if they could
take a breather he stopped in front of a restaurant. When she looked in
the window she saw a mass of boys.
"Here we are: Tibby's" Jack said as he opened the door for her. They were greeted by yells, the loudest of which was blurted out by a shortish boy with an unlit cigar sticking out his mouth: "Dear me, what do we have here."
Jack quietly whispered, "That's Racetrack, don't pay an attention to him."
Nora ignored Jacks' advice and turned to face Racetrack. "Dear me yourself boy, how about saying hello."
Racetracks' face brightened, "Nice catch Jack, she's even got an accent."
Nora squared her feet off bracing herself, but Jack nudged her and winked. "Now Race, I didn't 'catch' her I just met her today."
Racetrack rolled his eyes but backed off. A boy with curly hair and cutoff paints approached Nora. "Hey, where are you really from?"
Nora looked at him and could feel a blush rising to her cheeks. Jack smiled knowingly, "this here is Mush, he loves the ladies, you better watch out for him."
Mush playfully punched Jack in the shoulder. Nora looked slyly at Jack "I think I'll do just fine by myself," and winked at Mush.
Jack waved his hands above his head, trying to get everyone to settle down. "Since everyone seems to want to meet her, I might as well introduce her to everyone at the same time. This here is Nora, and yes she does have an accent, she's from Ireland. And just to let you know I expect you all to help her out in her couple days here."
"Sounds good," "Alright," "yup" all the boys agreed.
Racetrack stepped forward and looked up at Jack "nice shiner, how did you come by that one?"
Jack stopped and suddenly lost his cheerfulness. "Butterfingers and his gang were at it again, so I had to show them whose territory they were on. No one's gonna leach from us." He lifted his hand and pumped it in the air. Everyone blatantly laughed at him, this display didn't seem to be unusual.
Race poked Jack in the ribs "sure... we believe you." He winked at Nora
*SLAM * Two boys came crashing through the door, the older one looked to be about Jack's age which the younger one looked to be only 8 or 9. They were greeted with cheerful yelps from all the boys.
"Sorry we're late," the older boy started, "our..." he stopped when his eyes came to rest on Nora, "who's this?"
Jack stepped forward, "This is Nora, Nora this is David and the little one that came in with his is his brother Les."
Les gave Nora a half-hearted wave and started attacking Race with his wooden sword. Race feigned gear and gave him an affectionate cuff on the shoulder.
"Hey, hey don't forget me!" A boy with an eye-patch approached Nora and Jack.
"This here is Blink, Mush's best friend; it's hard to find one of them without the other." David flourished his hand at them.
Nora smiled at Blink, all these boys seemed nice; she was glad she had come along with Jack. Sliding in to a booth next to Jack she sat back smiling as she watched the newsies antics.
Suddenly she was yanked out of the booth and swung up to a standing position. "Hey girly, you want to dance?" Blink's eye twinkled. "Yeah." Nora practically glowed at the though of dancing for the first time in a month.
Blink quickly cleared off a table and pulled her up with him. He started dancing: slowly at first as if to check to see how good she was. She effortlessly kept up with him step for step. Quickly they reached top speed. Everyone else had completely stopped moving and was watching in awe as the two jigged along. Suddenly Racetrack sprang up on the table to join them.
"Hey Nora can you do this?" Racetrack began to effortlessly soft- shoe tap. Nora quickly picked up his patter and the two taped together. After a while the other newsies began to add on, doing their own versions of the dance. This continued until the three on the table had become tired and collapsed in a heap.
"You sure are one hotshot on the dance floor." Race grinned at her; it seemed that she had won him over.
"Yeah, Race we've finally met our match." Blink laughed, "Hey that's it! I've thought of Nora's nickname, we'll call her Dance!"
SOs
Poker O'Shea—thanks for the advice, I've tried to make this one a little longer, I'd like to know what you think!!
Dreamer Conlon—thanks for reading!! Here's some more, I hope you enjoy it!
"Here we are: Tibby's" Jack said as he opened the door for her. They were greeted by yells, the loudest of which was blurted out by a shortish boy with an unlit cigar sticking out his mouth: "Dear me, what do we have here."
Jack quietly whispered, "That's Racetrack, don't pay an attention to him."
Nora ignored Jacks' advice and turned to face Racetrack. "Dear me yourself boy, how about saying hello."
Racetracks' face brightened, "Nice catch Jack, she's even got an accent."
Nora squared her feet off bracing herself, but Jack nudged her and winked. "Now Race, I didn't 'catch' her I just met her today."
Racetrack rolled his eyes but backed off. A boy with curly hair and cutoff paints approached Nora. "Hey, where are you really from?"
Nora looked at him and could feel a blush rising to her cheeks. Jack smiled knowingly, "this here is Mush, he loves the ladies, you better watch out for him."
Mush playfully punched Jack in the shoulder. Nora looked slyly at Jack "I think I'll do just fine by myself," and winked at Mush.
Jack waved his hands above his head, trying to get everyone to settle down. "Since everyone seems to want to meet her, I might as well introduce her to everyone at the same time. This here is Nora, and yes she does have an accent, she's from Ireland. And just to let you know I expect you all to help her out in her couple days here."
"Sounds good," "Alright," "yup" all the boys agreed.
Racetrack stepped forward and looked up at Jack "nice shiner, how did you come by that one?"
Jack stopped and suddenly lost his cheerfulness. "Butterfingers and his gang were at it again, so I had to show them whose territory they were on. No one's gonna leach from us." He lifted his hand and pumped it in the air. Everyone blatantly laughed at him, this display didn't seem to be unusual.
Race poked Jack in the ribs "sure... we believe you." He winked at Nora
*SLAM * Two boys came crashing through the door, the older one looked to be about Jack's age which the younger one looked to be only 8 or 9. They were greeted with cheerful yelps from all the boys.
"Sorry we're late," the older boy started, "our..." he stopped when his eyes came to rest on Nora, "who's this?"
Jack stepped forward, "This is Nora, Nora this is David and the little one that came in with his is his brother Les."
Les gave Nora a half-hearted wave and started attacking Race with his wooden sword. Race feigned gear and gave him an affectionate cuff on the shoulder.
"Hey, hey don't forget me!" A boy with an eye-patch approached Nora and Jack.
"This here is Blink, Mush's best friend; it's hard to find one of them without the other." David flourished his hand at them.
Nora smiled at Blink, all these boys seemed nice; she was glad she had come along with Jack. Sliding in to a booth next to Jack she sat back smiling as she watched the newsies antics.
Suddenly she was yanked out of the booth and swung up to a standing position. "Hey girly, you want to dance?" Blink's eye twinkled. "Yeah." Nora practically glowed at the though of dancing for the first time in a month.
Blink quickly cleared off a table and pulled her up with him. He started dancing: slowly at first as if to check to see how good she was. She effortlessly kept up with him step for step. Quickly they reached top speed. Everyone else had completely stopped moving and was watching in awe as the two jigged along. Suddenly Racetrack sprang up on the table to join them.
"Hey Nora can you do this?" Racetrack began to effortlessly soft- shoe tap. Nora quickly picked up his patter and the two taped together. After a while the other newsies began to add on, doing their own versions of the dance. This continued until the three on the table had become tired and collapsed in a heap.
"You sure are one hotshot on the dance floor." Race grinned at her; it seemed that she had won him over.
"Yeah, Race we've finally met our match." Blink laughed, "Hey that's it! I've thought of Nora's nickname, we'll call her Dance!"
SOs
Poker O'Shea—thanks for the advice, I've tried to make this one a little longer, I'd like to know what you think!!
Dreamer Conlon—thanks for reading!! Here's some more, I hope you enjoy it!
