Disclaimer—I don't own Newsies, nor any other Media references I may make.
I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Trinity-matrix13- sorry! I got your review late! I'd already posted! And I maintain that Itey is the best. :P
Strawberri Shake- Thanks for reading them all! The Race/Spot is.........hey! I can't give it away! I'll tell you this much, everything comes around eventually.........dammit I'm giving it away. And making Crutchy happy didn't seem to flow. He needs to be pessimistic. That's the BEST way.
SpotLover421- thanks. I like happy reviews. And I review every day. Not much life otherwise.
(Still Saturday)
~Jack's PoV~
"Listen, Sarah, I have to—"
"No! Jack!" she crushed her lips against mine. She pulled me back onto her bed and struggled with my shirt.
"Jack," she pulled my shirt over my head, breaking our kiss, "Jack kiss me."
I was goddamnit! You pulled my shirt off. So I kissed her more. And that shut her up. For a while, until she sat up abruptly and lit up two cigarettes. She thrust one at me and I took it and slouched against the wall.
The room was dark so all I could see was her outline and the glowing end of her cigarette.
Outside a dog barked, cars roared by, and the rain splattered on the window pane. Sarah and I sat smoking. She pulled open the window and the room cleared of smoke and filled with gasoline and city smells.
She crawled beck on the bed, "Jack," she kissed my stomach, "tell me you love me," she kissed my shoulder blade.
I laughed slowly, pulling her into a hug. I kissed her neck. "I love—"
The bedroom door opened and Sarah screamed, pulling the sheet over her. In the doorway stood Mr Jacobs.
Oh damn, this didn't look good. This wasn't good.
A/n: pree short chapter, eh? Uh oh! Jack's in trouble!!! Whatever will we do? Duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh! (Jaws theme) Sorry for everyone who hates me for getting Jack into 'a spot of trouble'. I couldn't resist!
Oh, *sniffle* I'm sick today. Soccer practice made me all headachy, sore throaty, and fevery. I NEVER get sick. Something's wrong.
And how do you start a new section??? CAMP will never get its justice until I know how!!!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Trinity-matrix13- sorry! I got your review late! I'd already posted! And I maintain that Itey is the best. :P
Strawberri Shake- Thanks for reading them all! The Race/Spot is.........hey! I can't give it away! I'll tell you this much, everything comes around eventually.........dammit I'm giving it away. And making Crutchy happy didn't seem to flow. He needs to be pessimistic. That's the BEST way.
SpotLover421- thanks. I like happy reviews. And I review every day. Not much life otherwise.
(Still Saturday)
~Jack's PoV~
"Listen, Sarah, I have to—"
"No! Jack!" she crushed her lips against mine. She pulled me back onto her bed and struggled with my shirt.
"Jack," she pulled my shirt over my head, breaking our kiss, "Jack kiss me."
I was goddamnit! You pulled my shirt off. So I kissed her more. And that shut her up. For a while, until she sat up abruptly and lit up two cigarettes. She thrust one at me and I took it and slouched against the wall.
The room was dark so all I could see was her outline and the glowing end of her cigarette.
Outside a dog barked, cars roared by, and the rain splattered on the window pane. Sarah and I sat smoking. She pulled open the window and the room cleared of smoke and filled with gasoline and city smells.
She crawled beck on the bed, "Jack," she kissed my stomach, "tell me you love me," she kissed my shoulder blade.
I laughed slowly, pulling her into a hug. I kissed her neck. "I love—"
The bedroom door opened and Sarah screamed, pulling the sheet over her. In the doorway stood Mr Jacobs.
Oh damn, this didn't look good. This wasn't good.
A/n: pree short chapter, eh? Uh oh! Jack's in trouble!!! Whatever will we do? Duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh! (Jaws theme) Sorry for everyone who hates me for getting Jack into 'a spot of trouble'. I couldn't resist!
Oh, *sniffle* I'm sick today. Soccer practice made me all headachy, sore throaty, and fevery. I NEVER get sick. Something's wrong.
And how do you start a new section??? CAMP will never get its justice until I know how!!!