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:
Strawverri Shake- Swoots? It sounds like a NFL mascot...and my computer auto-changes 'Swoots' to 'swots'. No kidding, I have to go back and change it. Heh heh, Pie Eater and his pie. This chapter contains his first ever PoV. I love it! Go Pie!
(Still Saturday)
Pie Eater's PoV
I've always been the moody, withdrawn, pie-loving, kid in our group. Truth be told, I notice a lot more than I let on.
Like, I know something's going on with Boots and that kid he tutors, I know Sprinter was cheating on Spot, I know that Pigeon likes gay boys, and I know that Skittery is in love with Snoddy.
I may be the only person in our group—no, the entire universe, to know all these things.
I'm not very talkative, but I will speak up when I need to. Listening to people's problems is much more interesting. It's like free PayPerView. Or a badly scripted soap opera.
A-hem.
"How's lunch today Pie?"
"Fine."
"What're you eating?"
What a stupid question. "Pie."
"Oh. Do you like pie?"
"Yes, I like myself."
"I mean to eat."
"Who eats themselves?"
"Pie, as in the food, not as in your name."
"What's my name again?"
"Pie Eater."
"I wonder if I like pie..."
A few of my conversations have gone like that. Seriously, some people are very dense.
Skittery is the one who named me Pie Eater. I would have preferred 'Guru' or something—because Lord knows I'm wise—if he couldn't remember my name, but 'Pie Eater' is fine. How can you forget the name 'Garret'? it's pretty basic, I think. I'd certainly remember the name Garret.
TV is rotting people's brains so that they can't remember the name 'Garret' but they can remember 'Pie Eater'. Selective TV hypnotism.
The world doesn't make sense.
Skittery's PoV
"Do you boys need anything?"
"No thanks Uncle Kloppman."
Mr Kloppman went back down the stairs.
Crutchy had lowered himself onto the bed and I was sitting at his desk. It's really amazing how well Crutchy can manoeuvre himself so easily, despite his disability. It's incredible itself that he can walk as fast as he does, but you should see him climb stairs. I'd probably fall fifty times more than he did. That would be fifty times.
"How is everything?" asked Crutchy, leaning his crutches against the wall.
"OK, everything's OK."
"School?"
I felt like I was talking to my grandfather.
"School's fine, I met some new people."
"Girls?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"One," I blushed. I knew what he meant by 'girls'.
"Oh, who?"
"Her name's Pigeon. She's the one who dyed my hair. She's just a friend."
"Sure she is," Crutchy teased.
"She's just a friend."
Crutchy looked at me in obvious disbelief.
"She's just a friend Crutchy. I have a—I have a—"
"A what?" Crutchy bit his tongue in laughter.
"A boyfriend."
Crutchy stopped laughing. "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yes," I drew myself up proudly. "I have a boyfriend."
"You're gay?"
I nodded, though slightly less brave due to the unnerving look he was giving me.
"Wh—what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He was still looking at me that way.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Crutchy blinked, breaking his gaze. "Who is he?"
"A twelfth grader at our school named Snoddy."
"Are you serious? There are gay kids at our school?"
"Yes. There are gay kids at our school."
Crutchy looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I—I just didn't really notice before."
"To be honest, neither did I. But it's surprising how many people you'll notice if you're looking for them," I said. It's true too, if you're 'on the watch' for gay kids you notice so many who are, or who possibly could be, gay.
"Wow," Crutchy furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know much about you, you know that? You're almost like a stranger."
I was actually pretty shocked he would say something like that.
"What do you want to know?"
a/n: (starts singing 'Getting to know you' from The King and I) yeah! Review!
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:
Strawverri Shake- Swoots? It sounds like a NFL mascot...and my computer auto-changes 'Swoots' to 'swots'. No kidding, I have to go back and change it. Heh heh, Pie Eater and his pie. This chapter contains his first ever PoV. I love it! Go Pie!
(Still Saturday)
Pie Eater's PoV
I've always been the moody, withdrawn, pie-loving, kid in our group. Truth be told, I notice a lot more than I let on.
Like, I know something's going on with Boots and that kid he tutors, I know Sprinter was cheating on Spot, I know that Pigeon likes gay boys, and I know that Skittery is in love with Snoddy.
I may be the only person in our group—no, the entire universe, to know all these things.
I'm not very talkative, but I will speak up when I need to. Listening to people's problems is much more interesting. It's like free PayPerView. Or a badly scripted soap opera.
A-hem.
"How's lunch today Pie?"
"Fine."
"What're you eating?"
What a stupid question. "Pie."
"Oh. Do you like pie?"
"Yes, I like myself."
"I mean to eat."
"Who eats themselves?"
"Pie, as in the food, not as in your name."
"What's my name again?"
"Pie Eater."
"I wonder if I like pie..."
A few of my conversations have gone like that. Seriously, some people are very dense.
Skittery is the one who named me Pie Eater. I would have preferred 'Guru' or something—because Lord knows I'm wise—if he couldn't remember my name, but 'Pie Eater' is fine. How can you forget the name 'Garret'? it's pretty basic, I think. I'd certainly remember the name Garret.
TV is rotting people's brains so that they can't remember the name 'Garret' but they can remember 'Pie Eater'. Selective TV hypnotism.
The world doesn't make sense.
Skittery's PoV
"Do you boys need anything?"
"No thanks Uncle Kloppman."
Mr Kloppman went back down the stairs.
Crutchy had lowered himself onto the bed and I was sitting at his desk. It's really amazing how well Crutchy can manoeuvre himself so easily, despite his disability. It's incredible itself that he can walk as fast as he does, but you should see him climb stairs. I'd probably fall fifty times more than he did. That would be fifty times.
"How is everything?" asked Crutchy, leaning his crutches against the wall.
"OK, everything's OK."
"School?"
I felt like I was talking to my grandfather.
"School's fine, I met some new people."
"Girls?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"One," I blushed. I knew what he meant by 'girls'.
"Oh, who?"
"Her name's Pigeon. She's the one who dyed my hair. She's just a friend."
"Sure she is," Crutchy teased.
"She's just a friend."
Crutchy looked at me in obvious disbelief.
"She's just a friend Crutchy. I have a—I have a—"
"A what?" Crutchy bit his tongue in laughter.
"A boyfriend."
Crutchy stopped laughing. "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yes," I drew myself up proudly. "I have a boyfriend."
"You're gay?"
I nodded, though slightly less brave due to the unnerving look he was giving me.
"Wh—what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He was still looking at me that way.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Crutchy blinked, breaking his gaze. "Who is he?"
"A twelfth grader at our school named Snoddy."
"Are you serious? There are gay kids at our school?"
"Yes. There are gay kids at our school."
Crutchy looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I—I just didn't really notice before."
"To be honest, neither did I. But it's surprising how many people you'll notice if you're looking for them," I said. It's true too, if you're 'on the watch' for gay kids you notice so many who are, or who possibly could be, gay.
"Wow," Crutchy furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know much about you, you know that? You're almost like a stranger."
I was actually pretty shocked he would say something like that.
"What do you want to know?"
a/n: (starts singing 'Getting to know you' from The King and I) yeah! Review!