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:
Erin Go Bragh- that was all of movie night. Short an' Sweet. I luffles little Specs and Iil' Dutchy!! Aww!
Turpentine Chaser- does anyone NOT love lil' Specs and lil' Dutchy? I think NOT!
Coin- heh heh, Specs all overally...
Strawberri Shake- my friend from my soccer team saw CAMP and thinks Vlad is hot too. Her and her friends yelled 'TAKE IT ALL OFF' when he was wiping his face on his shirt (when Micheal was all, 'yum!'). But I like Spitzer. He's so gay! He he he. And, did you know that Steven Cutts is in the Toronto production of Hairspray? I saw him! Too cool! Sarah had to be nice. Maybe she'll eventually have to give David and Jack her blessing. If I decide to go that way...so far Jack being evil is fun.
OH, and my sister and I used to say 'appost to' when we were little.
Whoo, I've passed 100 reviews! Go me! (dances madly in gigantic circle. Trips and falls down) I'm OK! Buttons has left the building! (runs out of room.) (Runs back in and pushed 'upload') GOODNIGHT NEW YORK!!!
(Still Friday)
Racetrack's PoV
Catherine rushed around the room gathering her keys and purse.
"Catherine, where are you going?" I asked from where I sat.
"Work," she managed between hurrying.
"Can I come?" I asked. I needed to 'clear my head'.
"Um...sure. But first, Anthony, you have to learn something about—about me." Catherine looked a little distressed.
"What?"
"I'm...I'm a lesbian."
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"You work here?" I asked, eyeing the room.
It was actually nice, an under-19 club. The walls were painted in green and pumpkin stripes, the tables were all gray, and the bar was dark and made of wood.
Catherine began to take the chairs off the tops of the tables and wipe them down.
"This is a gay club?" I asked.
Catherine nodded.
"And what do you do here?"
"I set up and help with drink distribution. Kind of like a waitress."
"A cocktail waitress," I corrected her.
We took down all the chairs, and slowly people began to fill the large room.
I sat at the bar talking to one of the bartenders and watching people.
Spot's PoV
The phone rang.
Twice, three times.
The answering machine picked up.
"You've reached the home of Marilyn and Simon. Sorry, but we're out right now. Please leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as we can! Beep!"
It was Skittery. "Hey, Spot? I'm calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight. Call me back, OK?"
He was about to hang up when I decided to pick up.
"Skittery? What did you have in mind?"
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"What's this place called again?" I asked as we walked through the parking lot.
"Horizontal," says Skittery.
The door read 'Ladies Night'. Skittery looked confused for a minute before turning.
"OK, we'll find somewhere else."
We headed down the street for a while.
"It's around here somewhere." Skittery looked around.
"What?" I asked.
"Pinstripe," he said simply.
And then he turned abruptly.
The room was full of boys and girls dancing on the floor, sitting at the bar, and littering the overhead loft.
In a matter of seconds Skittery was on the phone inviting Snoddy over, and in what seemed like an even shorter time he was there. They left me alone to go dance.
I sat down on a bar stool next to a familiar-looking boy.
"Hi," I introduced myself. "I'm Spot."
"Racetrack," he said.
A/n: wow, it's chapter 52 and the plot's still growing. Will it ever end? Answer: no, no it won't. Muah ha ha!!! Reviews!!!
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:
Erin Go Bragh- that was all of movie night. Short an' Sweet. I luffles little Specs and Iil' Dutchy!! Aww!
Turpentine Chaser- does anyone NOT love lil' Specs and lil' Dutchy? I think NOT!
Coin- heh heh, Specs all overally...
Strawberri Shake- my friend from my soccer team saw CAMP and thinks Vlad is hot too. Her and her friends yelled 'TAKE IT ALL OFF' when he was wiping his face on his shirt (when Micheal was all, 'yum!'). But I like Spitzer. He's so gay! He he he. And, did you know that Steven Cutts is in the Toronto production of Hairspray? I saw him! Too cool! Sarah had to be nice. Maybe she'll eventually have to give David and Jack her blessing. If I decide to go that way...so far Jack being evil is fun.
OH, and my sister and I used to say 'appost to' when we were little.
Whoo, I've passed 100 reviews! Go me! (dances madly in gigantic circle. Trips and falls down) I'm OK! Buttons has left the building! (runs out of room.) (Runs back in and pushed 'upload') GOODNIGHT NEW YORK!!!
(Still Friday)
Racetrack's PoV
Catherine rushed around the room gathering her keys and purse.
"Catherine, where are you going?" I asked from where I sat.
"Work," she managed between hurrying.
"Can I come?" I asked. I needed to 'clear my head'.
"Um...sure. But first, Anthony, you have to learn something about—about me." Catherine looked a little distressed.
"What?"
"I'm...I'm a lesbian."
============================
"You work here?" I asked, eyeing the room.
It was actually nice, an under-19 club. The walls were painted in green and pumpkin stripes, the tables were all gray, and the bar was dark and made of wood.
Catherine began to take the chairs off the tops of the tables and wipe them down.
"This is a gay club?" I asked.
Catherine nodded.
"And what do you do here?"
"I set up and help with drink distribution. Kind of like a waitress."
"A cocktail waitress," I corrected her.
We took down all the chairs, and slowly people began to fill the large room.
I sat at the bar talking to one of the bartenders and watching people.
Spot's PoV
The phone rang.
Twice, three times.
The answering machine picked up.
"You've reached the home of Marilyn and Simon. Sorry, but we're out right now. Please leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as we can! Beep!"
It was Skittery. "Hey, Spot? I'm calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight. Call me back, OK?"
He was about to hang up when I decided to pick up.
"Skittery? What did you have in mind?"
============================
"What's this place called again?" I asked as we walked through the parking lot.
"Horizontal," says Skittery.
The door read 'Ladies Night'. Skittery looked confused for a minute before turning.
"OK, we'll find somewhere else."
We headed down the street for a while.
"It's around here somewhere." Skittery looked around.
"What?" I asked.
"Pinstripe," he said simply.
And then he turned abruptly.
The room was full of boys and girls dancing on the floor, sitting at the bar, and littering the overhead loft.
In a matter of seconds Skittery was on the phone inviting Snoddy over, and in what seemed like an even shorter time he was there. They left me alone to go dance.
I sat down on a bar stool next to a familiar-looking boy.
"Hi," I introduced myself. "I'm Spot."
"Racetrack," he said.
A/n: wow, it's chapter 52 and the plot's still growing. Will it ever end? Answer: no, no it won't. Muah ha ha!!! Reviews!!!