Disclaimer: I do not own newsies (Disney does), or the characters in
newsies. I do own MY charactors, and this plot...blahblah you know the drill
A/n I would just quickly like to say that I got squat for bein in the top ten of our class.....*pouts*
Shout outs!
Lady of the Wingnuts: I'm glad you like Lynnette. As for the conference type dealy...read on...eventually it'll all get explained....;)
NW: oi! I tried super hard to go to bed early (aka 10:00) so I could get up n do the early mornin thing...but its impossible!!! I was all ready for bed and stuff and I lie down and its 10:00.....but I cant sleep so I read....its 10:30...then my mom comes in (why? We don't know.) and I talk to her for a bit..... 10:37 ish. Then I try to fall asleep once again and my stomach starts growling! So naturally I had to get up and get some food, otherwise I REALLY woulda never gotten to sleep. So then yes, its 11:00 and im still not in bed...and I didn't wake up until 6:30...and I had to rush to get ready...so yeah... Awright...so what do you have to say about RACE? I could list all the things I want...but that would be WAY to much to put in this shout out... And I DO need to listen to david bowie CD-ness...GLITTER!! Omg.....your story HAHAHA..it was soooooo funny to watch annie read it! HAHAHA...you should have seen her face.. Annie: what does....i cant believe I had you co-.....mean? Me: *shakes head * ask brittany... HAHAHA it was great... Annie: just tell me! Hahahaha....we were in band for cryin out loud! Ill let you explain it to poor innocent annie-dearest... Much luv!
Brownie: haha! Note NW's shout out as to my opinion on the early mornin on- ness... Yes, I thought that super angry brother protectiveness called for an f- bomb..... It seemed appropriate... I mean, my brother just says it alla time, he doesn't wait for brotherly protective-ness.....o wait, he never HAS brotherly protectiveness...ah well... OMG! I cant wait for cls next year either!! Its gonna be soooo much fun! I would ask you to come to my dry run/final presentation, but I'm afraid I would bore you to death, and I don't think I could kill you at this point in time.... Wow. Are my eyes diecieving me, or did you just do a bit of acctual reviewing???? Omg. Mark it on your calenders everyone! Haha Much luv!
Story. Now.
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Swifty was panting. His legs pounded the cobblestone beneath his feet. His arms pumped rapidly, but not as rapidly as his heart. His muscles ached. His chest burned for oxygen.
He loved how it felt to run.
Jack. Where would he be?
Swifty looked around as he ran past familiar landmarks. The square, the distribution center, the-
MEDDA'S!
Of course, Jack never missed a chance to watch his favorite vaudeville star perform.
Swifty took a quick left and sprinted down the block until he reached Medda's.
He felt guilty when he entered the building through the side door. This door, he had been told so many times before, was only for Jack and his guests.
Swifty's guilt was gone as soon as he saw that Jack, as expected, was sitting on the stairs backstage, talking with Davey.
Being a seasoned runner, Swifty already had caught his breath and said,
"Jack, we've got big trouble."
Jack looked up and saw who was speaking.
"Whatsa mattah, Swift?"
"Queens got us, four of us, right by the lodgin' house. Skits is hurt pretty bad."
Jack stood up prepared to follow Swifty, and Dave followed.
But Swifty stood still, ready to follow Jack.
Jack realized why they weren't going anywhere.
"Yeah, yeah, yore right, I got a shortcut."
The boys followed Jack as he led the through a maze of apartment buildings, businesses and alleyways.
"Heah we are." Jack said, as soon as he saw the lodging house.
He turned to Dave and Swifty, only to find that Swifty was not there.
Dave shrugged at Jack's questioning look and shouted for Swifty.
"WHERE"D YA GO?"
They got their reply sooner than they expected, though they couldn't see where it was coming from.
"GOTTA TELL THE ODDAHS!"
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Rob turned quickly as he heard footsteps behind him.
"Rob."
Robby relaxed. It was only Swifty.
"Wheah's Mush?" Asked Swifty.
"I dunno." Rob answered sullenly. "He left a while back. So did my sistah."
Abby spoke up.
"Naw, I been followin' you Rob."
Rob turned away, still upset at his sister.
Swifty, looked between the two, anxious to get on with his duties.
"Yeah, well if ya see Mush tell him ta go to the lodgin' house. Jack's callin' an emergency meetin'."
Before the siblings could answer, Swifty was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Race finally caught up with Spot and Lynnette.
"That," he said. "was cold."
Lynnette, not used to Race's usual banter, was worried.
"Well, Race we were only-"
"Aw, he's just jokin' Nettie." Spot explained.
Unexpectedly, Lynnette stopped walking.
"Oh, my goodness." She whispered under her breath.
"What?" Asked Spot.
Lynnette explained,
"I know them," she pointed "those people, just up there."
Lynnette turned to Spot and Race.
"They can't see me with you."
Spot's always short temper got a hold of him.
"What's so goddam wrong with us?"
He took an intimidating step forward, but Race stopped him.
"We got it Nettie. Youse go on ahead, we'll stay heah an' wait for ya."
Racetrack had spent too much time brushing shoulders with the well to do at the tracks to not understand Lynnette's situation.
The newsies sat on the curb, while Lynnette walked toward her acquaintances.
"I guess that makes sense." Said Spot after Race explained what was going on.
The boys were silent for a while, waiting for Lynnette to come back. Racetrack tried to start up a conversation.
"Heya Spot-"
But was cut short.
Lynnette was talking away, but what Race noticed, was that Spot was watching.
"Spot," Race said warningly.
He had seen that look in Spot's eyes too many times before.
"It ain't gonna work this time, Spot."
"Whaddya mean?"
"Spot, I seen that look in yore eye."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not denyin' it. So what's yore point?"
"Umm, were youse even payin' attention to what just happened there? She is out of yore league."
Spot shot a look at Race who continued.
"Yeah, even for you, this is impossible."
"Nothin's impossible." Smirked Spot as he stood up. Lynnette had finished chatting and was walking towards the boys again.
"Hell, I'm Spot Conlon."
Race was about to reiterate his point when Lynnette walked into hearing range.
"Let's walk the long way around." She said. "I don't want to risk anything like that again."
~*~*~*~*~
Race was leading Lynnette, and Spot, through a part of town Lynnette had never seen before.
She didn't like it.
It was dark, damp, dirty, and full of suspicious alleyways that led to who knows where.
Spot stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong Spot?" Lynnette inquired.
"Damn," Spot muttered under his breath. "I just remembered there's dis guy I was supposed ta see. Uh, he doesn't live to far from here. If it's ok with youse, I think I'll uh, drop by?"
Lynnette nodded and Race shrugged.
After Spot walked away, Lynnette stared questioningly at Race.
"Don't worry 'bout it. Typical Conlon. Always got someone ta see, somethin' ta do..."
Lynnette nodded and sat down on the curb to wait for Spot.
Race followed suit.
Lynnette leaned back comfortably, and looked up towards the sky.
"I wish I was a newsie," she said.
Race turned to her.
"Whadya mean?"
"Well, you never have to do what you're told. You can go anywhere you please. And everything about your life is so exciting. I think it would be fun."
She turned to Race now, with a satisfied smile. The feeling was not mutual.
"Are you out of yore mind?!" Race practically yelled.
Lynnette looked back, confused at his reaction. Race laughed bitterly.
"You have no idea do you?"
Lynnette looked back fearfully now.
"Lemme clue you in on what we newsies do. We work our asses of sellin' papers all day to make, what, ten cents? In case you didn't know, that's not really enough to live off a. And guess what happens when we don't sell papers. We don't eat. Sometimes, we can't stay in the lodgin' house, we don't have enough to pay for it, so we sleep in an alley, just like that one." He pointed across the street.
"So, yeah, shoah, newsie life is great!" Race was getting incredibly heated now, not to mention sarcastic, "Shoah. If you don't mind not knowin' where your next meal is comin' from, always bein' scared that some othah kid is gonna jump ya from behind to take what little you have, seein' yore friends get hurt, maybe even killed. But, I'm shoah you could handle it. You know, you've got so much experience on the streets."
He shook his head in disgust. His tone was getting louder
"You think yore life is so goddam hard because you are 'forced' to do things you may not feel like doin' at that particular moment in time. Oh, poor you, you have to get up every day in a nice warm bed, prolly have servants to serve yore every whim! And poor you, have ta go to the theatre and the tracks, and poor you, have ta eat warm meals, with more than one course!"
Race started to continue, but his angry, clouded his brain. He stood up and walked to the other side of the street, always facing away from Lynnette. His fists were clenched and shaking in fury. How could she be so ignorant?!
Spot, with his impeccable timing, walked up just as Race had crossed to the other side of the road.
Tears were welling in Lynnette's eyes. I hadn't meant anything by it.
Spot looked between his two companions, about to ask what had just occurred.
But before he could, an out of breath Swifty ran up to them.
"'Mergency mettin'...lodgin' house...now."
He barely had the words out of his mouth before he was off running again.
Spot looked at Race, who looked at Lynnette, who looked at the two of them together.
"Well, don't just stand theah. Let's go." Spot said.
Race turned coldly and stormed off practically running.
Lynnette followed, silent tears streaming down her face.
Spot, confused, walked next to Lynnette, as they made their way to the lodging house.
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next chapters shall be coming soon!
Because im anxious to get this story posted and over with!!
Remember...green M&M's for reviewers!!
(teehee)
A/n I would just quickly like to say that I got squat for bein in the top ten of our class.....*pouts*
Shout outs!
Lady of the Wingnuts: I'm glad you like Lynnette. As for the conference type dealy...read on...eventually it'll all get explained....;)
NW: oi! I tried super hard to go to bed early (aka 10:00) so I could get up n do the early mornin thing...but its impossible!!! I was all ready for bed and stuff and I lie down and its 10:00.....but I cant sleep so I read....its 10:30...then my mom comes in (why? We don't know.) and I talk to her for a bit..... 10:37 ish. Then I try to fall asleep once again and my stomach starts growling! So naturally I had to get up and get some food, otherwise I REALLY woulda never gotten to sleep. So then yes, its 11:00 and im still not in bed...and I didn't wake up until 6:30...and I had to rush to get ready...so yeah... Awright...so what do you have to say about RACE? I could list all the things I want...but that would be WAY to much to put in this shout out... And I DO need to listen to david bowie CD-ness...GLITTER!! Omg.....your story HAHAHA..it was soooooo funny to watch annie read it! HAHAHA...you should have seen her face.. Annie: what does....i cant believe I had you co-.....mean? Me: *shakes head * ask brittany... HAHAHA it was great... Annie: just tell me! Hahahaha....we were in band for cryin out loud! Ill let you explain it to poor innocent annie-dearest... Much luv!
Brownie: haha! Note NW's shout out as to my opinion on the early mornin on- ness... Yes, I thought that super angry brother protectiveness called for an f- bomb..... It seemed appropriate... I mean, my brother just says it alla time, he doesn't wait for brotherly protective-ness.....o wait, he never HAS brotherly protectiveness...ah well... OMG! I cant wait for cls next year either!! Its gonna be soooo much fun! I would ask you to come to my dry run/final presentation, but I'm afraid I would bore you to death, and I don't think I could kill you at this point in time.... Wow. Are my eyes diecieving me, or did you just do a bit of acctual reviewing???? Omg. Mark it on your calenders everyone! Haha Much luv!
Story. Now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Swifty was panting. His legs pounded the cobblestone beneath his feet. His arms pumped rapidly, but not as rapidly as his heart. His muscles ached. His chest burned for oxygen.
He loved how it felt to run.
Jack. Where would he be?
Swifty looked around as he ran past familiar landmarks. The square, the distribution center, the-
MEDDA'S!
Of course, Jack never missed a chance to watch his favorite vaudeville star perform.
Swifty took a quick left and sprinted down the block until he reached Medda's.
He felt guilty when he entered the building through the side door. This door, he had been told so many times before, was only for Jack and his guests.
Swifty's guilt was gone as soon as he saw that Jack, as expected, was sitting on the stairs backstage, talking with Davey.
Being a seasoned runner, Swifty already had caught his breath and said,
"Jack, we've got big trouble."
Jack looked up and saw who was speaking.
"Whatsa mattah, Swift?"
"Queens got us, four of us, right by the lodgin' house. Skits is hurt pretty bad."
Jack stood up prepared to follow Swifty, and Dave followed.
But Swifty stood still, ready to follow Jack.
Jack realized why they weren't going anywhere.
"Yeah, yeah, yore right, I got a shortcut."
The boys followed Jack as he led the through a maze of apartment buildings, businesses and alleyways.
"Heah we are." Jack said, as soon as he saw the lodging house.
He turned to Dave and Swifty, only to find that Swifty was not there.
Dave shrugged at Jack's questioning look and shouted for Swifty.
"WHERE"D YA GO?"
They got their reply sooner than they expected, though they couldn't see where it was coming from.
"GOTTA TELL THE ODDAHS!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~**~*~
Rob turned quickly as he heard footsteps behind him.
"Rob."
Robby relaxed. It was only Swifty.
"Wheah's Mush?" Asked Swifty.
"I dunno." Rob answered sullenly. "He left a while back. So did my sistah."
Abby spoke up.
"Naw, I been followin' you Rob."
Rob turned away, still upset at his sister.
Swifty, looked between the two, anxious to get on with his duties.
"Yeah, well if ya see Mush tell him ta go to the lodgin' house. Jack's callin' an emergency meetin'."
Before the siblings could answer, Swifty was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Race finally caught up with Spot and Lynnette.
"That," he said. "was cold."
Lynnette, not used to Race's usual banter, was worried.
"Well, Race we were only-"
"Aw, he's just jokin' Nettie." Spot explained.
Unexpectedly, Lynnette stopped walking.
"Oh, my goodness." She whispered under her breath.
"What?" Asked Spot.
Lynnette explained,
"I know them," she pointed "those people, just up there."
Lynnette turned to Spot and Race.
"They can't see me with you."
Spot's always short temper got a hold of him.
"What's so goddam wrong with us?"
He took an intimidating step forward, but Race stopped him.
"We got it Nettie. Youse go on ahead, we'll stay heah an' wait for ya."
Racetrack had spent too much time brushing shoulders with the well to do at the tracks to not understand Lynnette's situation.
The newsies sat on the curb, while Lynnette walked toward her acquaintances.
"I guess that makes sense." Said Spot after Race explained what was going on.
The boys were silent for a while, waiting for Lynnette to come back. Racetrack tried to start up a conversation.
"Heya Spot-"
But was cut short.
Lynnette was talking away, but what Race noticed, was that Spot was watching.
"Spot," Race said warningly.
He had seen that look in Spot's eyes too many times before.
"It ain't gonna work this time, Spot."
"Whaddya mean?"
"Spot, I seen that look in yore eye."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not denyin' it. So what's yore point?"
"Umm, were youse even payin' attention to what just happened there? She is out of yore league."
Spot shot a look at Race who continued.
"Yeah, even for you, this is impossible."
"Nothin's impossible." Smirked Spot as he stood up. Lynnette had finished chatting and was walking towards the boys again.
"Hell, I'm Spot Conlon."
Race was about to reiterate his point when Lynnette walked into hearing range.
"Let's walk the long way around." She said. "I don't want to risk anything like that again."
~*~*~*~*~
Race was leading Lynnette, and Spot, through a part of town Lynnette had never seen before.
She didn't like it.
It was dark, damp, dirty, and full of suspicious alleyways that led to who knows where.
Spot stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong Spot?" Lynnette inquired.
"Damn," Spot muttered under his breath. "I just remembered there's dis guy I was supposed ta see. Uh, he doesn't live to far from here. If it's ok with youse, I think I'll uh, drop by?"
Lynnette nodded and Race shrugged.
After Spot walked away, Lynnette stared questioningly at Race.
"Don't worry 'bout it. Typical Conlon. Always got someone ta see, somethin' ta do..."
Lynnette nodded and sat down on the curb to wait for Spot.
Race followed suit.
Lynnette leaned back comfortably, and looked up towards the sky.
"I wish I was a newsie," she said.
Race turned to her.
"Whadya mean?"
"Well, you never have to do what you're told. You can go anywhere you please. And everything about your life is so exciting. I think it would be fun."
She turned to Race now, with a satisfied smile. The feeling was not mutual.
"Are you out of yore mind?!" Race practically yelled.
Lynnette looked back, confused at his reaction. Race laughed bitterly.
"You have no idea do you?"
Lynnette looked back fearfully now.
"Lemme clue you in on what we newsies do. We work our asses of sellin' papers all day to make, what, ten cents? In case you didn't know, that's not really enough to live off a. And guess what happens when we don't sell papers. We don't eat. Sometimes, we can't stay in the lodgin' house, we don't have enough to pay for it, so we sleep in an alley, just like that one." He pointed across the street.
"So, yeah, shoah, newsie life is great!" Race was getting incredibly heated now, not to mention sarcastic, "Shoah. If you don't mind not knowin' where your next meal is comin' from, always bein' scared that some othah kid is gonna jump ya from behind to take what little you have, seein' yore friends get hurt, maybe even killed. But, I'm shoah you could handle it. You know, you've got so much experience on the streets."
He shook his head in disgust. His tone was getting louder
"You think yore life is so goddam hard because you are 'forced' to do things you may not feel like doin' at that particular moment in time. Oh, poor you, you have to get up every day in a nice warm bed, prolly have servants to serve yore every whim! And poor you, have ta go to the theatre and the tracks, and poor you, have ta eat warm meals, with more than one course!"
Race started to continue, but his angry, clouded his brain. He stood up and walked to the other side of the street, always facing away from Lynnette. His fists were clenched and shaking in fury. How could she be so ignorant?!
Spot, with his impeccable timing, walked up just as Race had crossed to the other side of the road.
Tears were welling in Lynnette's eyes. I hadn't meant anything by it.
Spot looked between his two companions, about to ask what had just occurred.
But before he could, an out of breath Swifty ran up to them.
"'Mergency mettin'...lodgin' house...now."
He barely had the words out of his mouth before he was off running again.
Spot looked at Race, who looked at Lynnette, who looked at the two of them together.
"Well, don't just stand theah. Let's go." Spot said.
Race turned coldly and stormed off practically running.
Lynnette followed, silent tears streaming down her face.
Spot, confused, walked next to Lynnette, as they made their way to the lodging house.
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next chapters shall be coming soon!
Because im anxious to get this story posted and over with!!
Remember...green M&M's for reviewers!!
(teehee)