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- such is my plan...
Turpentine chaser- OK, I guess you can take it. Just tell everyone where you got it! Yeah! Free advertising.
Strawberri Shake- I never liked Sarah and Arrow is based on my friend...that's all really...oh, and Boots and Swifty ROCK!
Coin- heh heh heh, Boots.
(Saturday)
Boots' PoV
When I woke up the first thing I noticed was someone's leg draped over mine. I took a deep breath to calm myself and opened my eyes.
The sun was cascading in the window, much like the moonlight had been last night. My head was rested on somebody's bare chest, and I looked up to discover a sleeping Swifty.
"Awake, are you?" My head jerked to the kitchen table, where the voice had come from.
"Huh?" I panicked slightly seeing Blink.
I pulled the tangled sheets off my leg, sat up, and pulled on my pants, which were discarded in the corner of the room.
"You were here?" I gasped.
"Nah," Blink shook his head, "mind, you might want to find something to put on the door so I know that you're—uh—bust. Like a tie or something. I got quiet a shock walking in late and discovering that you were in here too."
By this time Swifty had woken up and was sitting, blinking around the room.
"Morning," he yawned.
"Hear that?" Blink asked him. "Put a tie on the door next time, OK?"
Swifty looked embarrassed.
"Where were you? Why were you out so late anyway?" I looked at Blink.
He ducked his head into his collar, avoiding the question.
"Well?" I prodded.
"Nothing, Mush and I just went out for dinner after rehearsal." He blushed.
I sat down across the kitchen table from him. Swifty joined me, placing his hand on my leg. I tensed out of habit, but relaxed after a moment.
"Dinner?" Swifty looked intrigued, "surly not just dinner."
Blink blushed further. "It was just dinner," he took a sip of coffee, "you two should leave me alone! I'm not prodding about your—ahem—activities last night."
Swifty bit his lip.
I didn't say anything. Blink laughed triumphantly and poured himself another cup of coffee.
Racetrack's PoV
"And then she dumped you?" I asked.
"NO," came Spot's voice through the earpiece, "we haven't talked since."
"You haven't talked to her? At all?"
"No."
"Don't you see each other at school?"
"I try to avoid her," said Spot simply. "How about you? Any girl troubles?"
"Yes," I paused, "but none directly affecting me. My best friend has a new girlfriend."
"Oh? And?"
"He wasn't spending time with me."
"But you had other friends too?" Spot sounded concerned.
"Of course! There's this new kid named Itey, him mom and mine were friends in college."
Spot and I have almost nothing in common, except that we were the only straight people—let along guys—in Pinstripe last night.
"You're sister's a lesbian, right?" Was the first thing he asked me.
"Yes," I had said.
Then he told me that one of his friends was gay, one was confused, and one loved pie.
"Is pie code for something?"
"No," he'd smiled, "he really does love pie."
We'd talked for a good three hours and before we left Pinstripe we exchanged phone numbers.
I discovered that he went to the same school as me and I asked him if he knew Spring.
"And her boyfriend? That's Bumlets."
"Is it?...he's so...clean cut."
"Are you serious? Bumlets?" Something was wrong here. We couldn't possibly mean the same guy. Did Spot consider bandannas and eyebrow rings clean-cut?
"That girl's boyfriend at least."
"Eyebrow rings?"
"I think so."
"Orange?"
"Silver."
"Oh my God! She's turning Bumlets into a cliché teenager! Soon she'll have him listening to hip-hop!"
"Race, are you OK?"
"She's destroying Bumlets!"
"Race—"
"I have to call him!" And without thinking I hung up on Spot. I was halfway through dialling Bumlets' number when I realized.
I called Spot back. "I'm so sorry!"
"Just warn me next time before you have another freak spaz out or whatever."
A/n: OK, just review please! Oh, and poor Bumlets, being turned into a clone like that.
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- such is my plan...
Turpentine chaser- OK, I guess you can take it. Just tell everyone where you got it! Yeah! Free advertising.
Strawberri Shake- I never liked Sarah and Arrow is based on my friend...that's all really...oh, and Boots and Swifty ROCK!
Coin- heh heh heh, Boots.
(Saturday)
Boots' PoV
When I woke up the first thing I noticed was someone's leg draped over mine. I took a deep breath to calm myself and opened my eyes.
The sun was cascading in the window, much like the moonlight had been last night. My head was rested on somebody's bare chest, and I looked up to discover a sleeping Swifty.
"Awake, are you?" My head jerked to the kitchen table, where the voice had come from.
"Huh?" I panicked slightly seeing Blink.
I pulled the tangled sheets off my leg, sat up, and pulled on my pants, which were discarded in the corner of the room.
"You were here?" I gasped.
"Nah," Blink shook his head, "mind, you might want to find something to put on the door so I know that you're—uh—bust. Like a tie or something. I got quiet a shock walking in late and discovering that you were in here too."
By this time Swifty had woken up and was sitting, blinking around the room.
"Morning," he yawned.
"Hear that?" Blink asked him. "Put a tie on the door next time, OK?"
Swifty looked embarrassed.
"Where were you? Why were you out so late anyway?" I looked at Blink.
He ducked his head into his collar, avoiding the question.
"Well?" I prodded.
"Nothing, Mush and I just went out for dinner after rehearsal." He blushed.
I sat down across the kitchen table from him. Swifty joined me, placing his hand on my leg. I tensed out of habit, but relaxed after a moment.
"Dinner?" Swifty looked intrigued, "surly not just dinner."
Blink blushed further. "It was just dinner," he took a sip of coffee, "you two should leave me alone! I'm not prodding about your—ahem—activities last night."
Swifty bit his lip.
I didn't say anything. Blink laughed triumphantly and poured himself another cup of coffee.
Racetrack's PoV
"And then she dumped you?" I asked.
"NO," came Spot's voice through the earpiece, "we haven't talked since."
"You haven't talked to her? At all?"
"No."
"Don't you see each other at school?"
"I try to avoid her," said Spot simply. "How about you? Any girl troubles?"
"Yes," I paused, "but none directly affecting me. My best friend has a new girlfriend."
"Oh? And?"
"He wasn't spending time with me."
"But you had other friends too?" Spot sounded concerned.
"Of course! There's this new kid named Itey, him mom and mine were friends in college."
Spot and I have almost nothing in common, except that we were the only straight people—let along guys—in Pinstripe last night.
"You're sister's a lesbian, right?" Was the first thing he asked me.
"Yes," I had said.
Then he told me that one of his friends was gay, one was confused, and one loved pie.
"Is pie code for something?"
"No," he'd smiled, "he really does love pie."
We'd talked for a good three hours and before we left Pinstripe we exchanged phone numbers.
I discovered that he went to the same school as me and I asked him if he knew Spring.
"And her boyfriend? That's Bumlets."
"Is it?...he's so...clean cut."
"Are you serious? Bumlets?" Something was wrong here. We couldn't possibly mean the same guy. Did Spot consider bandannas and eyebrow rings clean-cut?
"That girl's boyfriend at least."
"Eyebrow rings?"
"I think so."
"Orange?"
"Silver."
"Oh my God! She's turning Bumlets into a cliché teenager! Soon she'll have him listening to hip-hop!"
"Race, are you OK?"
"She's destroying Bumlets!"
"Race—"
"I have to call him!" And without thinking I hung up on Spot. I was halfway through dialling Bumlets' number when I realized.
I called Spot back. "I'm so sorry!"
"Just warn me next time before you have another freak spaz out or whatever."
A/n: OK, just review please! Oh, and poor Bumlets, being turned into a clone like that.