Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. I'm getting very tired of saying that…I like to think that I DO own Newsies but whenever I write this stupid disclaimer, I'm reminded that I don't. *kicks disclaimer* I don't own the song Got To Get You Into My Life by The Beatles (if you haven't noticed, I'm using only Beatles songs because they rock) and I don't own the song You Are My Sunshine by whoever wrote it. I don't own any of the characters besides Tag, Olivia and Rachel. And I don't own Target…although I do love to shop there. Very much. *nods*
Ok hopefully this will be a longer chapter then last one…sorry bout that. Anyways, I have someone new to add to Peter and Specs!
PETER: What?
SPECS: Who?!
DANY: ME!!! :D
Yes, I have added Dany! (Dany Heatley, hockey player) Because I love him so much! -Even better with shorter hair- But anyways, he's here to keep the remote control away from me in case I get mad at the Thrashers again, right?
DANY: Yep. It's for your own good.
:D
PETER & SPECS: *grumble* Oh he's so special…remote control…for your own good…what a fake!
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Rachel shut the door behind her after getting home from the mall. While Olivia skipped down the hall to try on her new purchases, Rachel trudged up the stairs to her bedroom. Shopping really hadn't cheered her up. So, she decided to watch Newsies! Since she literally never took it out of her computer, she just pressed play and on it went.
2 hours and 16 minutes later: Rachel turned off her monitor and slowly turned around in her chair, a stray tear falling from her eye. Newsies had always cheered her up, but lately it was kind of depressing her. After she lived it, watching the movie just wasn't enough. She remembered a song her mom used to sing to her whenever she was sad. At first, she hummed it, but eventually, the lyrics escaped her lips ever so quietly.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. You are my sunshine…" She stopped and thought she heard someone crying softly. As she looked around the room, she saw no one and Olivia was all the way downstairs. Ok…I must be imagining it. You're going crazy, Rach. But she wasn't. Specs sat on Rachel's bed, listening to the song she had been singing. Being the softy that he was, he had started to cry. And since no one but Olivia could see him, why not? Rachel wiped all her tears away and inhaled sharply. Specs did the same, and as he inhaled, Rachel looked straight at him
"What was that?" She asked out loud. Her eyes shifted around the room, still not seeing anyone. She took one last look before heading downstairs.
I was alone, I took a ride
I didn't know what I would find there
Another road where maybe I could see another kind of mind there
Ooh, then I suddenly see you
Ooh, did I tell you I need you
Every single day of my life
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Kid Blink squinted his eye, the bright sun shining right in it. "Hey Skitts!" He called out to the tall newsie behind him.
"Yeah?" Skittery answered.
"Come stand in front o' me. You'll block out the sun." He chuckled as Skittery did what he was told. He looked around the bustling town, half of his papes tucked in his arm. Then, something caught his eye. He stopped abruptly, pulling on Skittery's shirt, making him stop as well. None of the other newsies behind Blink had noticed, so they all fell onto each other, lying in a big heap on the sidewalk.
"Hey! What's the big idea?" Snitch yelled from underneath the pile. Kid Blink leaned down to this object…it looked like a pink rock. He picked it up and held it in his hands…
You didn't run, you didn't lie
You knew I wanted just to hold you
And had you gone you knew in time we'd meet again
For I had told you
Ooh, you were meant to be near me
Ooh, and I want you hear me
Say we'll be together every day
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"Thank you ma'am. Have a nice day." Rachel said with a smile. After the lady left, Rachel set her elbow on the red counter and rested her chin in her palm. "God, I hate working." She muttered to Ghost, her co-worker and good friend. "Ghost…you there?" She turned her head and saw that Ghost was, in fact, not paying attention. She stood upright and walked beside her.
"You guys would make SUCH a cute couple." Ghost blurted with a smirk. Rachel's eyebrows lowered.
"What? Who?" She asked.
"The new guy." Ghost replied, pointing to a very attractive guy. Brown hair, brown eyes, glasses…
"Oh…my…gosh." Rachel stated in disbelief. She walked a little closer, just to make sure her eyes were not deceiving her. "That looks like…" She looked back at Ghost, the same expression on her face.
Got to get you into my life
What can I do, what can I be
When I'm with you I want to stay there
If I'm true I'll never leave
And if I do I know the way there
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Blink landed on the cold, linoleum floor with a thud. The bright florescent lights shone down and made that humming noise. He looked around at all the other newsies, rubbing their heads and groaning.
"Where are we?" Skittery asked an invisible person. There were various responses from the other newsies. … A few yards away … Rachel turned her head to the entrance only to see the surprise of her life. She slowly walked over there, her mouth open.
"Wha- - How- - Uh…" Was all she could get out. Blink lifted his head and saw Rachel hovering above him.
"Rachel? What are you doing here? Where are we…?" He asked looking around the huge, brightly lighted store. Rachel leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I think I should ask you the same question. This is 2004...and about 20 newsies are lying on the floor in Target…" She cocked her eyebrow and helped Blink up when he held out his hand. "I am so confused."
Ghost walked up beside Rachel, a most confused look on her face, as well. "Wha…" She looked over them all until she got to Skittery. Then she stopped. And screamed. Quite loudly. Skittery winced and covered his ears.
"Geez! What's your problem?" He asked, looking up at a very flabbergasted Ghost. She leaped over all the newsies, snatched him up and latched onto his arm.
"I love you." She said bluntly. Skittery raised his eyebrows and smirked.
"Ok, then. I think I might like 2004." He chuckled as Ghost led him to another part of the store. Rachel shook her head and observed the newsies, some lying on the floor and some standing. She noticed someone was missing…but who was it? Her head dropped and she frowned. Just her luck, eh? Every newsie in the movie is here…except Specs. She sighed and went back to her check-out lane. Blink looked around and ran after her, knowing he had no place else to go.
"How did we get here?" He asked, adjusting his patch.
"How should I know? Maybe you could ask the lady that sent me…" She lifted her head and smiled. "Did you, by any chance, see an old Irish lady nearby before you came here?"
"Uh…no. I just saw this pink rock." He retrieved it out of his pocket and held it out for Rachel to observe. She shrugged and punched some numbers in on her register.
"It must have something to do with her…I know it." She said to herself. Her money box flew open with a ding and Blink jumped back.
"What the hell is that?" He shrieked. Rachel doubled over in laughter.
"It's a convenience of the modern world, Blink. It holds money…and sometimes, it makes noises." She laughed again and pushed it back in. She checked her watch and sighed. "I'm done for the day…but what I am going to do with 20 newsies?" She looked at them all, saying their names in her head. "Wait, where's Spot?"
"He doesn't come to 'Hattan ALL the time, ya know." He scoffed and leaned against the magazine rack.
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MEANWHILE… Spot fiddled with the gold tip of his cane. "Damn…thing…won't…come…off." He mumbled. Suddenly, a pink rock hit his forehead and he escaped into a black hole type deal.
Poker flopped down on her bed, missing her cousins down in Georgia. She closed her eyes and sighed. Then, she heard a loud thud at the end of her bed, so she looked up and saw something she only saw in dreams…and on the television screen.
"SPOT!" She screamed, scrambling off the bed and throwing her arms around him. Spot cocked an eyebrow and pushed her off.
"Who are YOU?" He asked, holding her shoulders.
"I'm Poker. And you're the love of my life…" She said in a dreamy state. Spot shrugged and pulled her back in.
"Works for me."
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Wow, it certainly feels good to be writing again. Now that I finally have my computer back and my dad's home…yeah, it's nice.
SPECS: Real nice…would be nicer if we were the only guys here…
PETER: Yeah! *grumbles*
Oh my holy grail. Get over it, guys.
DANY: Yeah, get over it.
Don't talk to them for a while. Just to be on the safe side. *turns to readers* Review. Just to be on the safe side. *winks and flies off with Peter, Specs and Dany clutching onto her leg*
SPECS: Great! Now I have to share your leg with this guy! *sigh* Just review.
