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:
Strawberri Shake- schizo.........yes.........sorry, it was to keep the story going. Mr Jacobs had to smell the smoke, it was the only way! And I love Dutchy and Specs, they're sooo cute!
SpotLover421- I wish David and Jack were together!
Alex: Buttons, you ARE the author.........
Buttons: shut up! I can write as I please, even if it bugs me!
(Sunday)
~Crutchy's POV~
I haven't heard from Skittery since her last called me but I did see him. Just tonight I was sitting on my windowsill and listening to nothing when I saw his drive up with two other guys. The first thing I noticed was that he was walking differently. It wasn't the old gloomy Skittery walk. He literally bounced and skipped up the driveway.
I watched his door for a while, almost anticipating that he was going to come out onto his stoop and scream up to me. But he didn't and I didn't move from my sill long into the night. Eventually Uncle Kloppman came to my room and told me to shut the window because the whole house was getting 'drafty'. So I shut the window loudly, fell into my nest of sheets that I call a bed, and turned on my radio.
Truth be told, I miss Skittery calling me and bothering me about stuff that I don't care or want to hear about.
Is there such a thing as 'friend repellent'? Because I must be wearing it lately. I'm serious, how many 17-year-old boys do you know who sit in their room alone on a Saturday night wondering if there's such a thing as 'friend repellent'? How many 17-year-old boys do you know who wish their annoying next-door neighbour would call and bother him so he'd have something to do or at least complain about? I am such a loser right now.
So I'm lying sprawled out in my nest and Uncle Kloppman knocks on the door and says:
"Eric, it's one thirty in the morning! Please turn off the radio; I have to wake up early for church.
I don't bother to remind him that there's a later mass than the one he goes to and turn off the radio like he asked.
As he clomps back down the stairs I can't help but think that I'm an awfully big pushover.
~Itey's PoV~
"Trisha, please go to bed."
My littlest sister was curled up in the living room couch, wearing her bright yellow canary-like pyjamas, and refusing to go to her room.
"I'm not sleepy." Her eyelids fluttered as she fought back a yawn.
"Trisha, bedtime was," I checked my watch. It's two am, "four hours ago. Please go to bed."
She shook her head stubbornly, curling her lower lip in some sort of a plea. I ignored it and hoisted her over my shoulder. I carried her into the bedroom she shares with Andrea and I tucked her in.
"Trisha, go to bed before Mommy gets home."
She pouted again and rolled over, but soon her breathing grew heavy and I knew she was asleep.
I collapsed into the very old armchair in the family room and turned on the TV. The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Itey? It's Racetrack."
I have to admit, I was pretty surprised. "Race, it's 2 in the morning. How'd you know I'd be up?"
"You're babysitting, right?"
I nodded and then realized that we were talking on the phone. "Yeah."
"And Trisha's how old?"
"Seven."
"By my calculations she only just got to bed. Am I right?"
"How'd you know that?" Did he have the house bugged?
"Hello! I'm the youngest in a family of four kids too. I know all of the tricks."
"Oh, OK." That made sense. "How's Bumlets?"
"That's what I called you about. He's at his house right now. Turns out some guy from varsity tried to beat him up the other day. That's why he couldn't come over today!" I don't know why, but Race sounded extremely cheerful.........and hyper.
"So? Wait, why would some varsity guy try and beat him up?" I didn't understand this at all.
"Because Bums was dating his ex-girlfriend!" I could hear Race laughing hysterically.
"Huh? I don't get it........."
"We're not thought that highly of by people on varsity. The whole school is turning into a friggin soap opera and Bums is the star!" Race was laughing again.
I sighed, "listen Racetrack, I'll call you at a more decent hour of the day and we can talk about 'As New York Turns' or 'The Bold and the Bumlets' or whatever. Right now I just want to get some sleep. Good night."
"Good night Iteeeee," managed Race between gasps of laughter.
I practically fell down the stairs to my basement bedroom. I wasn't lying, I was thoroughly exhausted.
A/n: sorry all Crutchy-loving reviewers! He turned grumpy! Hopefully, he will change back soon, but that all lies in my hands! Oh, the power! And I love Itey. Still.
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:
Strawberri Shake- schizo.........yes.........sorry, it was to keep the story going. Mr Jacobs had to smell the smoke, it was the only way! And I love Dutchy and Specs, they're sooo cute!
SpotLover421- I wish David and Jack were together!
Alex: Buttons, you ARE the author.........
Buttons: shut up! I can write as I please, even if it bugs me!
(Sunday)
~Crutchy's POV~
I haven't heard from Skittery since her last called me but I did see him. Just tonight I was sitting on my windowsill and listening to nothing when I saw his drive up with two other guys. The first thing I noticed was that he was walking differently. It wasn't the old gloomy Skittery walk. He literally bounced and skipped up the driveway.
I watched his door for a while, almost anticipating that he was going to come out onto his stoop and scream up to me. But he didn't and I didn't move from my sill long into the night. Eventually Uncle Kloppman came to my room and told me to shut the window because the whole house was getting 'drafty'. So I shut the window loudly, fell into my nest of sheets that I call a bed, and turned on my radio.
Truth be told, I miss Skittery calling me and bothering me about stuff that I don't care or want to hear about.
Is there such a thing as 'friend repellent'? Because I must be wearing it lately. I'm serious, how many 17-year-old boys do you know who sit in their room alone on a Saturday night wondering if there's such a thing as 'friend repellent'? How many 17-year-old boys do you know who wish their annoying next-door neighbour would call and bother him so he'd have something to do or at least complain about? I am such a loser right now.
So I'm lying sprawled out in my nest and Uncle Kloppman knocks on the door and says:
"Eric, it's one thirty in the morning! Please turn off the radio; I have to wake up early for church.
I don't bother to remind him that there's a later mass than the one he goes to and turn off the radio like he asked.
As he clomps back down the stairs I can't help but think that I'm an awfully big pushover.
~Itey's PoV~
"Trisha, please go to bed."
My littlest sister was curled up in the living room couch, wearing her bright yellow canary-like pyjamas, and refusing to go to her room.
"I'm not sleepy." Her eyelids fluttered as she fought back a yawn.
"Trisha, bedtime was," I checked my watch. It's two am, "four hours ago. Please go to bed."
She shook her head stubbornly, curling her lower lip in some sort of a plea. I ignored it and hoisted her over my shoulder. I carried her into the bedroom she shares with Andrea and I tucked her in.
"Trisha, go to bed before Mommy gets home."
She pouted again and rolled over, but soon her breathing grew heavy and I knew she was asleep.
I collapsed into the very old armchair in the family room and turned on the TV. The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Itey? It's Racetrack."
I have to admit, I was pretty surprised. "Race, it's 2 in the morning. How'd you know I'd be up?"
"You're babysitting, right?"
I nodded and then realized that we were talking on the phone. "Yeah."
"And Trisha's how old?"
"Seven."
"By my calculations she only just got to bed. Am I right?"
"How'd you know that?" Did he have the house bugged?
"Hello! I'm the youngest in a family of four kids too. I know all of the tricks."
"Oh, OK." That made sense. "How's Bumlets?"
"That's what I called you about. He's at his house right now. Turns out some guy from varsity tried to beat him up the other day. That's why he couldn't come over today!" I don't know why, but Race sounded extremely cheerful.........and hyper.
"So? Wait, why would some varsity guy try and beat him up?" I didn't understand this at all.
"Because Bums was dating his ex-girlfriend!" I could hear Race laughing hysterically.
"Huh? I don't get it........."
"We're not thought that highly of by people on varsity. The whole school is turning into a friggin soap opera and Bums is the star!" Race was laughing again.
I sighed, "listen Racetrack, I'll call you at a more decent hour of the day and we can talk about 'As New York Turns' or 'The Bold and the Bumlets' or whatever. Right now I just want to get some sleep. Good night."
"Good night Iteeeee," managed Race between gasps of laughter.
I practically fell down the stairs to my basement bedroom. I wasn't lying, I was thoroughly exhausted.
A/n: sorry all Crutchy-loving reviewers! He turned grumpy! Hopefully, he will change back soon, but that all lies in my hands! Oh, the power! And I love Itey. Still.