Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies…I own SPECS though! *nods head and smiles* … … … Ha! Fooled ya there, didn't I? Ok I don't own Specs for real. I don't own Poker, Trigger, Ghost, Lavender, Snow, or Camaderie! I don't own the song "Screaming Infidelities" by Dashboard. I only own Rachel and Olivia…and Tag as well.
All right, all right, you people badgered me into writing a sequel for Make Ends Meet in 1899. If ya haven't read it…why are you reading the sequel? Go read it now. So yeah, I won't keep y'all waiting any longer, so here's the story!!
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Rachel felt a good amount of weight being put on her bed. Now, it was being taken off. And on again…and off. On and off and on. She lifted her head up from her pillow and looked into the eager eyes of her cousin, Poker, or Lizzie.
"Lizzie, what are you doing?" She brought her hand up to her nightstand and felt around for her glasses.
"It's POKER, and I'm trying to wake you up. It's noon already!" The 15-year old pointed her finger towards Rachel's alarm clock. She was right; it said 11:56 A.M. Rachel groggily turned over, put on her glasses and sat up, yawning. Since it was winter break, Rachel had been sleeping late for about a week. She hadn't eaten breakfast in god knows how long- she always skipped right to lunch. Lately, she hadn't been very active around the house. Mainly, she sat in her room and watched Newsies…over and over and over and over again. Her cousin, Lizzie was visiting from New York City until school started and she was getting mighty bored.
"Rachel…what's wrong with you?" Poker asked as she blew a wild strand of red hair out of her face and got off the bed. "Are you still bummed about the whole 'going back in time' situation?" Rachel scratched her ear and sighed heavily.
"Yeah…"
"But that was like 6 months ago! I hate to break it to you, but you need to get over it. Get over HIM especially." Poker swirled around in Rachel's swivel chair before stopping to shake all the dizziness out of her head. (A/N: Hahaha if anyone's a big Beatles fan then you might have caught that…but probably not. They have a song called Dizzy Ms. Lizzie…and that's what she is! Lizzie is Dizzy! HA! Ok, *looks down to floor and mumbles* back to the story)
"Lizzie--" Poker held up her hand and Rachel sighed. "POKER, you don't know what it was like! It was so amazing, going back to 1899 and meeting the guy of my dreams. It…it was better than I could have ever imagined." She sighed, but dreamily this time and embraced her pillow. Oh, the pillow. The bright, vivid, dazzling lime green pillow. The pillow she had used in New York City. The trip of a lifetime…literally.
"I don't need to go back in time to meet MY dream guy! Andy's mine, and I got him already!" Poker gazed out of the window, thinking about her boyfriend back home. His looks were a mix between Jack Kelly and Spot Conlon, but he had the personality of dear, old Crutchy. She shook her head back into reality and focused on her depressed cousin. "RACHEL! Get up, pleeeeease! I have two more days left with you and I don't wanna spend them being bored." Rachel swung her feet over the side of her bed and found her pink, fuzzy slippers. The cold air blew in through the cracks of her window and she shivered, grabbing her gray sweatshirt. "You're such a wimp! If you think THIS is cold, try going up to New York City in the winter, hun." Poker teased and bounced out of the room.
"I think Georgia's about all I can handle right now…New York City…not even in my dreams." Rachel shuffled out of her room and down the stairs.
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Rachel squinted as the bright lights shone in her eyes. She plugged her eyes to the sound of Olivia's singing and followed Poker into the kitchen for some lunch.
"I'm missing your laugh, how did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as your pretending.
I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep.
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.
Your hair.
It's everywhere.
Screaming infidelities.
Taking it's wear." Olivia sang those words constantly, thinking about Blink. It wasn't annoying, though. Not to Rachel. Olivia wasn't annoying to Rachel anymore. She had totally turned around after the NYC trip. It was a little unbelievable, but she had done it. She dumped all her "friends" and made new ones. Ones obsessed with Newsies. Those girls her group used to call freaks. Now she was a part of them and she loved it. Instead of Candy with her perfectly straight blonde hair and her perfectly high laugh and her perfectly thin body, she had Ghost: brown hair with natural red highlights, 5'5", and wore glasses sometimes. She had Lavender: her complexion looked like Boots, her brown hair came to her shoulders, she was tall and wore glasses, too. Best of all, she had Trigger, her new best friend: long, brown hair, brown eyes and short…really short.
She had thrown out her entire wardrobe and bought the clothes SHE liked, not the clothes her old friends liked. A lot of pinks were still in her attire, but could she help it that that color looked good on her? No more high-heeled sandals, no more boots and no more clogs. Sneakers only.
From time to time, Rachel looked on at her sister with disbelief. 'Just how long is this gunna last?' I don't even know that and I'm the author. After all that change Olivia had made, there was one thing she had done that amazed everyone. She gave up on guys. She simply swore them off. No boyfriends for 6 months and counting. No dates for a half a year. After what happened with Blink, she didn't want to get hurt again. Of course she would date eventually, but not until she had fully given up on him.
Rachel hungrily bit into her grilled cheese sandwich and took a swig of her milk. She was beginning to think that the trip had affected Olivia more than her.
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Ok that's it for chapter one! You've already taken that first step in the process, my friend. You have read. Now you must review! It's not hard…just click the button and tell me what you think. I love you all! On to the next chapter!! *flies off with Peter Pan*
