What Dreams Are Made Of
by pixiedust
Chapter 6
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"Frankie, he won't help me, no matter what you do or say and you know it. He is a stubborn, ass of a boy and he has always done as he pleased, he won't listen to either one of us. You can't make him help," Angelina said as Jack led her toward Brooklyn.
"Fine, if he don't wanna help he don't have ta, I juss wanna know why," Jack said
"I know why he won't help, and I think you do to, or at least you would if you actually used your head and decided to think!" Angelina cried, pulling away form Jack. She began mumbling Italian to herself.
"Il ragazzo stupido, perché può non me aiuta appena trova Connor e giusto lascia Mikey fuori di esso (Stupid boy, why can't he just help me find Connor and just leave Mikey out of it)."
"Come on 'Lina, I'se juss tryin' ta help. If youse don't wanna go see Spot we won't."
"Good I don't, Frankie. I ah, am so so grateful to you for helping me. I just ah, need to find Connor. And then maybe, just maybe, I can try to talk to Mikey again. I just want my big brother back. And I'm glad to have you back too Frankie," Lina said as she turned Jack around.
The two set back for Manhattan, and Jack pointed out some of the newsies' favorite spots like Irving Hall and the statue of Horace Greely before they headed to Tibby's to wait for the rest of the newsies, since it was too late to sell many papers.
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OMG! I am so so so so so sorry that it took me this long to update again! I had a serious case of writer's block all summer! I swear I will try so hard to not let it be this long before I update again! And sorry it's kinda short! And I made some adjustments to the other chapters. . . nothing really important I don't think!
~*~ pixiedust~*~
Chapter 6
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"Frankie, he won't help me, no matter what you do or say and you know it. He is a stubborn, ass of a boy and he has always done as he pleased, he won't listen to either one of us. You can't make him help," Angelina said as Jack led her toward Brooklyn.
"Fine, if he don't wanna help he don't have ta, I juss wanna know why," Jack said
"I know why he won't help, and I think you do to, or at least you would if you actually used your head and decided to think!" Angelina cried, pulling away form Jack. She began mumbling Italian to herself.
"Il ragazzo stupido, perché può non me aiuta appena trova Connor e giusto lascia Mikey fuori di esso (Stupid boy, why can't he just help me find Connor and just leave Mikey out of it)."
"Come on 'Lina, I'se juss tryin' ta help. If youse don't wanna go see Spot we won't."
"Good I don't, Frankie. I ah, am so so grateful to you for helping me. I just ah, need to find Connor. And then maybe, just maybe, I can try to talk to Mikey again. I just want my big brother back. And I'm glad to have you back too Frankie," Lina said as she turned Jack around.
The two set back for Manhattan, and Jack pointed out some of the newsies' favorite spots like Irving Hall and the statue of Horace Greely before they headed to Tibby's to wait for the rest of the newsies, since it was too late to sell many papers.
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OMG! I am so so so so so sorry that it took me this long to update again! I had a serious case of writer's block all summer! I swear I will try so hard to not let it be this long before I update again! And sorry it's kinda short! And I made some adjustments to the other chapters. . . nothing really important I don't think!
~*~ pixiedust~*~