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- it didn't eat my review, someone changed my email password and I couldn't get to it. I can't read my reviews for Rome on this computer because it's all messed up. Our principal ends the announcements with 'Have a safe, productive, and enjoyable day.'
Erin Go Bragh- there is minimal SpecsDutchy in this chap, nothing really big. Yet...heh heh heh...
Bobcat:Slashgoil- I don't know why anyone would set up the Delancys, it was just a cruel spur of the moment idea...and I didn't think it was a sleepover, just a movie.
Coin-heh heh, sigh, Huzzah.
(Still Friday)
David's PoV
"Are you OK Sarah?" I sat down on the couch next to her.
She looked up at me. "I'm fine."
"What about.........Jack?"
She appeared a little sad but answered bravely, "everything's fine. Jack is.........Jack. I haven't seen him."
I gave her another hug. "Carpe diem" I said.
She smiled. "What does that mean?"
"Seize the day. It's Latin."
"Alright then, carpe diem." She looked a little distressed, "thanks Davey."
She hadn't called me 'Davey' since she and Jack split up.
"Carpe diem", I said to myself as I left the room, "carpe diem."
Dutchy's PoV
"But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It wore a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell."
So ending Act 3, scene 3.
Miss Larkson finally seemed pleased and declared rehearsal over. "Go home!" she ordered, "get a good sleep. Rehearsal Monday after school."
The stage cleared and I saw Specs sitting in the back row, his head lolling off to the side, asleep.
I chuckled slightly before heading back to change.
By the time I got to him he had fallen into a deeper sleep, and was snoring loudly.
"Specs," I poked his shoulder, "Sp-ecs, wake uu-up!"
He grunted a little, opened his eyes slightly, saw me, and jerked upright.
"I'm sorry," he rubbed his eyes.
"It's all right," I laughed, "are we ready to go?
Specs stood up and gestured toward the door, "after you."
"Make yourself comfortable." Specs left me in his family room.
I sat down on the couch and surveyed the room.
Directly in front of me was the TV and to my right were two tall windows, in front of which sat two leather loveseats. To my right there was a large redbrick fireplace, surrounded by a decorative screen. On the mantle are pictures of Specs and his family. In the far side I see one of Specs and I with our arms over each other's shoulders. That was probably grade 6 maybe grade 7.
I can't believe that we've known each other that long. Now that I think about it, it's been since grade 1, when I started school. I remember that we were the only two kids in our class to wear glasses. The other kids had named him 'Specs' the year before, in Senior Kindergarten. They named me 'Dutchy' because that's how they said my last name, 'Dutchy-shen'.
Specs came back in the room.
"Do you remember how we met?" I asked him.
He took off his hat, put it down on the coffee table, sat down, and faced me. "I try not to." He grinned.
Specs had just gotten over the chicken pox. His doctors said it was OK for him to go to school because they weren't contagious anymore. Specs had to be the funniest looking kid there, on the first day of school he was wearing messy overalls, small, think-rimmed glasses, and was covered in tiny chicken-pox marks. Not to mention he had a runny nose. He was still scratching his neck a little.
"Don't do that. You're not 'appost to," I'd said.
He'd sniffed and rubbed his nose. "The doctor sayses the chicken pox is gone."
And that was the beginning of our friendship. I wonder if we'll be friends years from now.
"Are we going to watch the movie?"
I snapped back into reality and saw he'd brought a bowl of popcorn.
"Sure." I settled back into the couch's cushions.
Specs pushed the 'play' button and after a few seconds a girl's face came on the screen and a song played. Very slowly, Specs put his are around me, but not in the same way he had in that picture from grade 6. I rested my head on his shoulder and focused at the screen.
A/n: there you have it! It wasn't rated R, I apologize, but it was cute enough, right? Can't you just imagine a little Specs and a little Dutchy? I know I can! Aww! 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- it didn't eat my review, someone changed my email password and I couldn't get to it. I can't read my reviews for Rome on this computer because it's all messed up. Our principal ends the announcements with 'Have a safe, productive, and enjoyable day.'
Erin Go Bragh- there is minimal SpecsDutchy in this chap, nothing really big. Yet...heh heh heh...
Bobcat:Slashgoil- I don't know why anyone would set up the Delancys, it was just a cruel spur of the moment idea...and I didn't think it was a sleepover, just a movie.
Coin-heh heh, sigh, Huzzah.
(Still Friday)
David's PoV
"Are you OK Sarah?" I sat down on the couch next to her.
She looked up at me. "I'm fine."
"What about.........Jack?"
She appeared a little sad but answered bravely, "everything's fine. Jack is.........Jack. I haven't seen him."
I gave her another hug. "Carpe diem" I said.
She smiled. "What does that mean?"
"Seize the day. It's Latin."
"Alright then, carpe diem." She looked a little distressed, "thanks Davey."
She hadn't called me 'Davey' since she and Jack split up.
"Carpe diem", I said to myself as I left the room, "carpe diem."
Dutchy's PoV
"But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It wore a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell."
So ending Act 3, scene 3.
Miss Larkson finally seemed pleased and declared rehearsal over. "Go home!" she ordered, "get a good sleep. Rehearsal Monday after school."
The stage cleared and I saw Specs sitting in the back row, his head lolling off to the side, asleep.
I chuckled slightly before heading back to change.
By the time I got to him he had fallen into a deeper sleep, and was snoring loudly.
"Specs," I poked his shoulder, "Sp-ecs, wake uu-up!"
He grunted a little, opened his eyes slightly, saw me, and jerked upright.
"I'm sorry," he rubbed his eyes.
"It's all right," I laughed, "are we ready to go?
Specs stood up and gestured toward the door, "after you."
"Make yourself comfortable." Specs left me in his family room.
I sat down on the couch and surveyed the room.
Directly in front of me was the TV and to my right were two tall windows, in front of which sat two leather loveseats. To my right there was a large redbrick fireplace, surrounded by a decorative screen. On the mantle are pictures of Specs and his family. In the far side I see one of Specs and I with our arms over each other's shoulders. That was probably grade 6 maybe grade 7.
I can't believe that we've known each other that long. Now that I think about it, it's been since grade 1, when I started school. I remember that we were the only two kids in our class to wear glasses. The other kids had named him 'Specs' the year before, in Senior Kindergarten. They named me 'Dutchy' because that's how they said my last name, 'Dutchy-shen'.
Specs came back in the room.
"Do you remember how we met?" I asked him.
He took off his hat, put it down on the coffee table, sat down, and faced me. "I try not to." He grinned.
Specs had just gotten over the chicken pox. His doctors said it was OK for him to go to school because they weren't contagious anymore. Specs had to be the funniest looking kid there, on the first day of school he was wearing messy overalls, small, think-rimmed glasses, and was covered in tiny chicken-pox marks. Not to mention he had a runny nose. He was still scratching his neck a little.
"Don't do that. You're not 'appost to," I'd said.
He'd sniffed and rubbed his nose. "The doctor sayses the chicken pox is gone."
And that was the beginning of our friendship. I wonder if we'll be friends years from now.
"Are we going to watch the movie?"
I snapped back into reality and saw he'd brought a bowl of popcorn.
"Sure." I settled back into the couch's cushions.
Specs pushed the 'play' button and after a few seconds a girl's face came on the screen and a song played. Very slowly, Specs put his are around me, but not in the same way he had in that picture from grade 6. I rested my head on his shoulder and focused at the screen.
A/n: there you have it! It wasn't rated R, I apologize, but it was cute enough, right? Can't you just imagine a little Specs and a little Dutchy? I know I can! Aww! R&R!!!