A.N.== hiya! How's is all da newsie fans of da world? Good, I hope. Yeah.
Finally another upload on my story. I've actually had it written like a
month ago. Yeah. If it drags, tell me so, and gimme some hints to make it
good. I already know what's gonna happen, but I need some like catastrophic
events in order to make it there. Well, read and enjoy. I am in a writing
mood these days and I might even get some more chapters up this week.
Maybe, maybe not.
Later.
Lindi
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, none of them not even Mush (*wipes a tear) too bad. Disney does. (those lucky people) But I do own bobbie and her dad, kay? Okay.
Chapter Nine
Mush had not slept well that night. All he could think about was Bobbie, Jack, and the predicament that he was in. The look of betrayal that he had seen in Jack's eyes had haunted his dreams all night long, and not only that, but he kept re-living the entire episode that had taken place just a few hours before. Mush awakened with a start, sweating all over the place. He had seen it again. The bruise—the terrible bruise that Oscar had placed on Bobbie's arm—then the strained look that Jack had given him. It was too much for him to take anymore. It was already four o'clock and since sleep was obviously not gonna come very easily now, Mush decided to get up and get a jump-start on the day ahead of him. He made an attempt to gain a cheerful disposition, but it just didn't happen. He trudged alongside the row of bunks and envied all the other Newsies who were sleeping peacefully. As he made his way toward the washroom, he noticed that Racetrack's bunk was empty. 'oh well,' he mused to himself. "Probly's already down at da track.'
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Mush washed up, he replayed once again the entire episodes with Bobbie, the Delanceys, then finally Jack. It was a quiet, withdrawn Mush that Racetrack came upon. "Hey dere, Mush. What's eatin' ya?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice.
"Where were ya? I thought dat you'se was down at da tracks already," mush said in a strained voice.
Race, able to see that something was bothering his friend, simply said, "I'se was just takin' care of some stuff. Now what's botherin' ya?"
Looking at the concern and care in his best friend's face, Mush fell apart and told Race the whole story. "… Now I feels so bad, Race. I feels like it's my fault dat Bobbie got hoit. She was sellin' wit me, so it must be my fault, and dat's all dere is to it," Mush explained, trying to assure himself more so than to Race.
"Nah, it aint your fault, Mush," Race assured. "It could happen ta anybody. Besides, those stinky Delancey bruddas are creeps anyhows. They go lookin' fer trouble."
"Then why did Jack think that it was me when I ain't the one who hoit her?" Mush asked fervently.
"Cus he's her big brudda. He probably saw da bruise on her arm, jumped ta conclusions, and t'ought dat it wuz you. I dunno why, since obviously you'se is in love wit her." Race laughed as Mush's eyes grew twice their normal size, and he continued. "Yep, Mushy-boy! Don't forget dad you'se is my best friend, and I've known ya almost my whole life. For me, you're very easy ta read, at least ya would be if I'se knew how ta read. Anyways, I ken tell dat you'se is in love with her. At least I tink so anyways."
"Wha-a?!? whadda ya mean? Does she know?" Mush managed to spit out of his tongue-tied mouth.
"I dunno. She always talks ta me 'bout you, referring to you as 'shy' an stuff. She always asks where you go every nite for hours. By the way, where DO ya go? Why do ya keep it a secret—" He stopped when he saw that Mush was no longer listening, but rather was now sitting in a thoughtful position against the wall with a pensive look on his face. "Hell-OOOO? Earth ta mush!!" Race hollered. "It's okay. It's not dat big of a deal, kid. If ya don't wanta tell us where ya go, den—"
Mush couldn't hold back anymore. "Race, what am I gonna do? I wants her ta like me, but now Jack thinks dat I'se is da bad guy. He'll never let me take her out again," he explained, trying very hard to hold back the tears that were now threatening to spill out.
"whoa, whoa dere. Hold it right dere," Race interrupted. "If I knows anything 'bout Bobbie, den I knows dis. Bobbie probably told Jacky-boy da whole story, and he probly feels real bad right now, an den he'll com an apologize. Trust me on dis one. Kay? I'se known Jack since we was little tykes. I know he'll do da right ting."
Skittery decided to walk into the room where the best friends were talking. "What's goin' on, fellas?" he asked sleepily, running a bony hand through his disheveled, unruly morning hair. The two boys knew that their conversation would have to wait for another time. "Nuthin, Skittery. Just getting' a head start ta the showers. Like a madhouse in heah in da mawnings. Talk ta ya latuh boys. Mush, I'll tell Jack dat ya wanta talk ta him taday, kay?" Mush said, as he walked out, leaving an overwhelmed Mush and a very confused Skittery.
Later.
Lindi
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, none of them not even Mush (*wipes a tear) too bad. Disney does. (those lucky people) But I do own bobbie and her dad, kay? Okay.
Chapter Nine
Mush had not slept well that night. All he could think about was Bobbie, Jack, and the predicament that he was in. The look of betrayal that he had seen in Jack's eyes had haunted his dreams all night long, and not only that, but he kept re-living the entire episode that had taken place just a few hours before. Mush awakened with a start, sweating all over the place. He had seen it again. The bruise—the terrible bruise that Oscar had placed on Bobbie's arm—then the strained look that Jack had given him. It was too much for him to take anymore. It was already four o'clock and since sleep was obviously not gonna come very easily now, Mush decided to get up and get a jump-start on the day ahead of him. He made an attempt to gain a cheerful disposition, but it just didn't happen. He trudged alongside the row of bunks and envied all the other Newsies who were sleeping peacefully. As he made his way toward the washroom, he noticed that Racetrack's bunk was empty. 'oh well,' he mused to himself. "Probly's already down at da track.'
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Mush washed up, he replayed once again the entire episodes with Bobbie, the Delanceys, then finally Jack. It was a quiet, withdrawn Mush that Racetrack came upon. "Hey dere, Mush. What's eatin' ya?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice.
"Where were ya? I thought dat you'se was down at da tracks already," mush said in a strained voice.
Race, able to see that something was bothering his friend, simply said, "I'se was just takin' care of some stuff. Now what's botherin' ya?"
Looking at the concern and care in his best friend's face, Mush fell apart and told Race the whole story. "… Now I feels so bad, Race. I feels like it's my fault dat Bobbie got hoit. She was sellin' wit me, so it must be my fault, and dat's all dere is to it," Mush explained, trying to assure himself more so than to Race.
"Nah, it aint your fault, Mush," Race assured. "It could happen ta anybody. Besides, those stinky Delancey bruddas are creeps anyhows. They go lookin' fer trouble."
"Then why did Jack think that it was me when I ain't the one who hoit her?" Mush asked fervently.
"Cus he's her big brudda. He probably saw da bruise on her arm, jumped ta conclusions, and t'ought dat it wuz you. I dunno why, since obviously you'se is in love wit her." Race laughed as Mush's eyes grew twice their normal size, and he continued. "Yep, Mushy-boy! Don't forget dad you'se is my best friend, and I've known ya almost my whole life. For me, you're very easy ta read, at least ya would be if I'se knew how ta read. Anyways, I ken tell dat you'se is in love with her. At least I tink so anyways."
"Wha-a?!? whadda ya mean? Does she know?" Mush managed to spit out of his tongue-tied mouth.
"I dunno. She always talks ta me 'bout you, referring to you as 'shy' an stuff. She always asks where you go every nite for hours. By the way, where DO ya go? Why do ya keep it a secret—" He stopped when he saw that Mush was no longer listening, but rather was now sitting in a thoughtful position against the wall with a pensive look on his face. "Hell-OOOO? Earth ta mush!!" Race hollered. "It's okay. It's not dat big of a deal, kid. If ya don't wanta tell us where ya go, den—"
Mush couldn't hold back anymore. "Race, what am I gonna do? I wants her ta like me, but now Jack thinks dat I'se is da bad guy. He'll never let me take her out again," he explained, trying very hard to hold back the tears that were now threatening to spill out.
"whoa, whoa dere. Hold it right dere," Race interrupted. "If I knows anything 'bout Bobbie, den I knows dis. Bobbie probably told Jacky-boy da whole story, and he probly feels real bad right now, an den he'll com an apologize. Trust me on dis one. Kay? I'se known Jack since we was little tykes. I know he'll do da right ting."
Skittery decided to walk into the room where the best friends were talking. "What's goin' on, fellas?" he asked sleepily, running a bony hand through his disheveled, unruly morning hair. The two boys knew that their conversation would have to wait for another time. "Nuthin, Skittery. Just getting' a head start ta the showers. Like a madhouse in heah in da mawnings. Talk ta ya latuh boys. Mush, I'll tell Jack dat ya wanta talk ta him taday, kay?" Mush said, as he walked out, leaving an overwhelmed Mush and a very confused Skittery.