Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies or any individual excluding Rachel, Olivia and Tag. I don't own Urban Outfitters or Target either…but I REALLY wish I did…shoot. Oh, I don't own Elf either. Although it makes me laugh.
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Before I start this chapter, I would like to make a few announcements/guidelines.
SPECS: Number 1- If you are reading a story by Tag216 or DreamerGrl216 and you think it could use some improvement, please use CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.
PETER: Number 2- Although Taggy here doesn't mind cussing in real life, she thinks it's mighty disrespectful to use such words in reviews. However, if said words are used in a good or funny manner, it is not minded.
SPECS: Number 3- Tag will not accept anonymous reviews anymore.
PETER: Number 4- Please, think before you speak.
SPECS: Number 5- You must know, Tag is very sensitive and it is a possibility that she might cry at a mean review.
PETER: Number 6- If you really have to flame a story/chapter, e-mail Tag. Don't put it out where everyone can see it.
SPECS: Number 7- Note Tag is new at writing fan fictions. She knows that some of her work may be on the Mary Sue side. Give her time.
SPECS & PETER: And finally, number 8- Always remember the old saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me." So if you write a mean, hurtful review bashing a story/chapter in attempt to make Tag stop writing, it won't work.
Thank you. On to the very short chapter.
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Olivia grabbed her jacket from the hall closet and turned to Specs.
"Do you really want to stay home? With nothing to do?" She asked pleadingly. "You could always come to the mall with me…" Specs pondered it while stroking his chin.
"What's a mall exactly?" Olivia cracked up as she walked down the hall to call Rachel down.
"It's a big place with lots of stores and food and people. It is also a very popular place for friends to go and hang out. ...RACHEL! It's time to go!" Specs' eyes widened to the size of quarters.
"Rachel's coming? That's pointless…not to mention torture." Specs hung his head in sadness, hearing Rachel's footsteps flitting around upstairs.
"She's 16 now. She can drive. She has a car. She takes me places. Including the mall, ok?" Rachel jogged down the hardwood steps, her sneakers banging underneath her. She grabbed her purse from the railing and reached for her keys.
"Let's go, already." Rachel said in a very depressed manner. Ever since Olivia pulled that stupid trick on her about Specs, she hadn't been in a good mood. The mall was probably the LAST place she would have wanted to be…BUT she just got paid from her job at Target. Urban Outfitters, here I come!
Rachel opened the door of her red car, slid in the seat and slammed it shut. She watched as Olivia cautiously opened the back door, waited a while and shut it. She then opened the passenger door and got in herself.
"Um, what was that?" Rachel asked looking in the back seat. Specs' heart fluttered, but returned to normal once she faced front again. Olivia blinked and quickly thought up an excuse.
"I just wanted to make sure it didn't squeak anymore. I've always hated that pesky door. Needs some oil…but it's fixed now!" Olivia chuckled nervously and looked in the mirror at Specs as they pulled out of the driveway.
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Rachel searched and searched for her Newsies CD and finally figured out it was in the player. She hit the green button and skipped to the next song…everyone knows the prologue anyways.
"That's my cigar!" Olivia busted out. They always sang one line at a time so they would get an equal share.
"You'll steal anuddah!" Rachel responded.
"Hey, bummahs, we gots woik tah do!" Specs sat in the back, eagerly awaiting this next line.
"Since when did you become me muddah?!" He sang in perfect key. Olivia looked back after singing it herself and smiled.
"Eh, stop yer bawlin'!"
"HEY! Who asked you?" Both Rachel and Olivia yelped. The ride to the mall proceeded on like that until they pulled into a parking space. They were always sad to see their performance end, but they got over it. Olivia ran towards the doors, with Cocky and Let in sight. Rachel thrust (A/N: not like pelvic thrust…but it's appropriate.) her hands in her pockets and shivered. It was really cold, considering it was Georgia. She opened the door and walked in. Suddenly, she saw the door move in such a way that it looked like it hit someone. She stared at it for a moment before shrugging it off and heading up the escalator to shop.
Specs rubbed the newly formed bump on his head and watched as Rachel and Olivia walked away. He looked from one to the other until he finally decided to run after Rachel. He could catch up with Olivia later. His running came to a sudden stop when he reached some sort of moving staircase. He put his hand on the rail and it moved! He put his foot on a step and it moved! He almost reenacted the escalator scene from Elf, but he caught on quickly and joined his left foot with his right. (A/N: Smart, Specs. Very smart.) He finally arrived at the top and stepped off. (A/N: He's a very fast learner! *pats Specs' head*) Ok, what store did she say she was going to? Urban…something or other. He wandered around until he saw an up-beat store blasting music called Urban Outfitters. This must be it! He thought as he made his way in.
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Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please review and remember my guidelines. Onto the next chapter!! *flies off with Peter…Specs clutching onto her foot*
