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- Swifty is sweet! It's sooo cute!!! Has anyone ever paired Boots and Swifty though? I think NOT! I am smart. (not to brag)
MaNgAnIqUeEn – sorry. I don't' mean to make them shorter. I write my fic as one and divide it up later. It just so happens that it divides short. luckily, I try to update every day! I hope this chapter is longer!
(Still Monday)
~Bumlets' PoV~
I was sitting on my couch after school watching The Price is Right when Racetrack and Itey stopped by.
"Nice shiner Bums," Race grinned when he saw me. He's seen me five times already today and every time he's said the same thing. Itey doesn't say much but he hides a smile whenever he sees me. I don't think it's a rude, mocking smile, just a friendly smile.
"So, what exactly happened?" asked Itey quietly. Racetrack had disappeared to the kitchen; he makes himself at home where ever he goes.
"I went out to a movie with Spring—"
"Isn't she a cheerleader?"
"Yeah, bu—"
"Isn't her boyfriend on varsity?"
"Ex-boyfriend. Can I continue?"
"Sure, please do." About time.
"So we went to the movies and—"
"Did she ask you or did you ask her?"
"She asked me. Anyways, we saw her ex-boyfriend and he kinda attacked me. I guess he's jealous. But Spring said she'd talk to him about it."
"Why weren't you hurt more? Why isn't he hurt at all?"
"When I was younger my next-door neighbour taught me thins thing where you relax and don't stiffen your joints so there's less a chance of you breaking something. Of course, that means you can't fight back."
He smiled a little and Racetrack came back.
"Bragging about your heroic endeavour?" Race cracked open a can of soda.
I blushed and shook my head. He punched my arm, "nah, sure you're not." I knew he didn't believe me.
~Specs' PoV~
Why'd I do that? Why'd I tell him that I loved him? Do I love him? Do I know? I'm so confused right now.
I didn't see him at all today even though I tried to find him. Maybe he's avoiding me. Maybe, secretly, I'm avoiding him. Maybe I'm scared of what he'll say to me.
I love you. I love you. I love you. It's so easy to say, so maybe I said it without meaning it.
I love you. I love you. I love you. Why would I have said it? Why would I say it if I didn't mean it? Isn't there an easy answer for anything?
There are too many questions and not enough answers. I wish I could match them up, I wish my answers came with an answer book, it would make life so much easier. Maybe too easy, but what's too easy?
I should call Dutchy and ask him all of this that would be easy. How would that sound though? Stupid, that's how. Probably something like this:
"Hello?"
"Hi Dutchy, it's Specs."
"Oh," quite coldly, "hello."
"Listen, about what said—"
"Specs, I hate you."
And then he'd hang up because he hates me.
Why does he hate me? See, another question.
~Skittery's PoV~
Whoopee! Life is GOOD! Thank you Spot! Thank you David! Thank you Guy-Who- Asked-Me-To-Dance! I love me! I love life!
Nobody but my friends knows that 'I like boys'. My parents don't get it, they're a little slow on the uptake they haven't noticed my fascination with RENT and The Village.
Spot thinks that I should move to San Francisco because there I could act out-of-the-closet and no one would think it was weird. I don't think that I could leave now, I'm just 'settling in' and getting comfortable here. I finally have friends who know my secret.
I have an urge to call Crutchy but he really didn't seem to want to talk to me the other day. I should just let him call me.........but what if he doesn't? What if we never talk again because he's waiting for me to call? What if we drift further and further apart and act like we don't even know each other when we pass in the streets? What if someone asks him 'do you know Skittery?' and he says 'Skittery who?' that would be terrible.
I hate being hated. On any level.
A/n: OK. The 'Poor Skittery' chapter. But at the same time, the yay for Skittery and Guy-Who-Asked-Him-To-Dance. Who is this? A yet to be disclosed newsie? What does Buttons have up her sleeve?
Buttons: HEY!!! YOU!!! Yes, YOU, weird narrator guy!
Narrator: who, me?
Buttons: yeah, it says 'a/n'. That stands for 'Author's Notes'. You're not the author! I'm the author.
Narrator: fine then. What would you like to say?
Buttons: what he said. Oh, and R&R!
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- Swifty is sweet! It's sooo cute!!! Has anyone ever paired Boots and Swifty though? I think NOT! I am smart. (not to brag)
MaNgAnIqUeEn – sorry. I don't' mean to make them shorter. I write my fic as one and divide it up later. It just so happens that it divides short. luckily, I try to update every day! I hope this chapter is longer!
(Still Monday)
~Bumlets' PoV~
I was sitting on my couch after school watching The Price is Right when Racetrack and Itey stopped by.
"Nice shiner Bums," Race grinned when he saw me. He's seen me five times already today and every time he's said the same thing. Itey doesn't say much but he hides a smile whenever he sees me. I don't think it's a rude, mocking smile, just a friendly smile.
"So, what exactly happened?" asked Itey quietly. Racetrack had disappeared to the kitchen; he makes himself at home where ever he goes.
"I went out to a movie with Spring—"
"Isn't she a cheerleader?"
"Yeah, bu—"
"Isn't her boyfriend on varsity?"
"Ex-boyfriend. Can I continue?"
"Sure, please do." About time.
"So we went to the movies and—"
"Did she ask you or did you ask her?"
"She asked me. Anyways, we saw her ex-boyfriend and he kinda attacked me. I guess he's jealous. But Spring said she'd talk to him about it."
"Why weren't you hurt more? Why isn't he hurt at all?"
"When I was younger my next-door neighbour taught me thins thing where you relax and don't stiffen your joints so there's less a chance of you breaking something. Of course, that means you can't fight back."
He smiled a little and Racetrack came back.
"Bragging about your heroic endeavour?" Race cracked open a can of soda.
I blushed and shook my head. He punched my arm, "nah, sure you're not." I knew he didn't believe me.
~Specs' PoV~
Why'd I do that? Why'd I tell him that I loved him? Do I love him? Do I know? I'm so confused right now.
I didn't see him at all today even though I tried to find him. Maybe he's avoiding me. Maybe, secretly, I'm avoiding him. Maybe I'm scared of what he'll say to me.
I love you. I love you. I love you. It's so easy to say, so maybe I said it without meaning it.
I love you. I love you. I love you. Why would I have said it? Why would I say it if I didn't mean it? Isn't there an easy answer for anything?
There are too many questions and not enough answers. I wish I could match them up, I wish my answers came with an answer book, it would make life so much easier. Maybe too easy, but what's too easy?
I should call Dutchy and ask him all of this that would be easy. How would that sound though? Stupid, that's how. Probably something like this:
"Hello?"
"Hi Dutchy, it's Specs."
"Oh," quite coldly, "hello."
"Listen, about what said—"
"Specs, I hate you."
And then he'd hang up because he hates me.
Why does he hate me? See, another question.
~Skittery's PoV~
Whoopee! Life is GOOD! Thank you Spot! Thank you David! Thank you Guy-Who- Asked-Me-To-Dance! I love me! I love life!
Nobody but my friends knows that 'I like boys'. My parents don't get it, they're a little slow on the uptake they haven't noticed my fascination with RENT and The Village.
Spot thinks that I should move to San Francisco because there I could act out-of-the-closet and no one would think it was weird. I don't think that I could leave now, I'm just 'settling in' and getting comfortable here. I finally have friends who know my secret.
I have an urge to call Crutchy but he really didn't seem to want to talk to me the other day. I should just let him call me.........but what if he doesn't? What if we never talk again because he's waiting for me to call? What if we drift further and further apart and act like we don't even know each other when we pass in the streets? What if someone asks him 'do you know Skittery?' and he says 'Skittery who?' that would be terrible.
I hate being hated. On any level.
A/n: OK. The 'Poor Skittery' chapter. But at the same time, the yay for Skittery and Guy-Who-Asked-Him-To-Dance. Who is this? A yet to be disclosed newsie? What does Buttons have up her sleeve?
Buttons: HEY!!! YOU!!! Yes, YOU, weird narrator guy!
Narrator: who, me?
Buttons: yeah, it says 'a/n'. That stands for 'Author's Notes'. You're not the author! I'm the author.
Narrator: fine then. What would you like to say?
Buttons: what he said. Oh, and R&R!