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:
Coin- Can't you picture Crutchy in a bandanna and war paint? And Boots will have his reasons....you'll see.
Strawberri Shake- I still laugh every time I see 'Swoots'. I love Swifty, he's so cute! And Boots! And non-rebellious Crutchy! Aww! And (concerning chapter 58) yeah, David harbours that feeling that everyone has. Everyone in love, that is, so not me...and Bumlets and Racetrack were like the inseparable duo! I couldn't keep them spilt up forever!
Specs' PoV
"I watched it again."
"Watched what?" I asked, clutching the cordless to my ear.
"CAMP, I rented it."
"Oh." Truth is, I could have watched it again too. I didn't really pay attention to what was going on in the movie. His head was on my shoulder. My shoulder! I could smell his conditioner! "You liked it?"
"Yeah. I want to go to a camp like that."
"Uh Huh?" I bent down with the phone cradled on my shoulder and turned on my computer. "Why don't you?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm a bit to old now."
"You're only sixteen. You still could, couldn't you?"
"Maybe. I wonder if there'd be a lot of gay boys at a camp like that. Like there was in the movie." Dutchy laughed.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. If that's why you're going to a performing camp I'll be sure to come along."
That made Dutchy laugh again. I love hearing him laugh. Dutchy isn't unfriendly, but he can be shy at times. Unless he's on stage, in which case he's very serious. So it's amazingly wonderful when he laughs.
"I'd be OK with that," he said after he'd caught his breath.
I blushed.
"Woah, Specs, turn the heat down."
"What?" How did he know that? How did he know I was blushing?
"I know you're blushing. You blush at everything!"
"I do not!" I blushed even more. Dammit! He knew me to well.
"And again."
"Dutchy..." how come you're the only person who knows all this?
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too Specs. Don't be nervous, it's OK."
"Sorry."
"It's fine. See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, bye."
"Bye."
And for a while, before I hung up, all I heard was the dial tone.
Was I lucky to have someone like Dutchy? Was I lucky to have a boyfriend who knew what I was thinking?
Oh yeah, it's boyfriend now. I asked him to go steady.
A/n: aww! Dutchy and Specs are sooo cute! I love 'em!
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:
Coin- Can't you picture Crutchy in a bandanna and war paint? And Boots will have his reasons....you'll see.
Strawberri Shake- I still laugh every time I see 'Swoots'. I love Swifty, he's so cute! And Boots! And non-rebellious Crutchy! Aww! And (concerning chapter 58) yeah, David harbours that feeling that everyone has. Everyone in love, that is, so not me...and Bumlets and Racetrack were like the inseparable duo! I couldn't keep them spilt up forever!
Specs' PoV
"I watched it again."
"Watched what?" I asked, clutching the cordless to my ear.
"CAMP, I rented it."
"Oh." Truth is, I could have watched it again too. I didn't really pay attention to what was going on in the movie. His head was on my shoulder. My shoulder! I could smell his conditioner! "You liked it?"
"Yeah. I want to go to a camp like that."
"Uh Huh?" I bent down with the phone cradled on my shoulder and turned on my computer. "Why don't you?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm a bit to old now."
"You're only sixteen. You still could, couldn't you?"
"Maybe. I wonder if there'd be a lot of gay boys at a camp like that. Like there was in the movie." Dutchy laughed.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. If that's why you're going to a performing camp I'll be sure to come along."
That made Dutchy laugh again. I love hearing him laugh. Dutchy isn't unfriendly, but he can be shy at times. Unless he's on stage, in which case he's very serious. So it's amazingly wonderful when he laughs.
"I'd be OK with that," he said after he'd caught his breath.
I blushed.
"Woah, Specs, turn the heat down."
"What?" How did he know that? How did he know I was blushing?
"I know you're blushing. You blush at everything!"
"I do not!" I blushed even more. Dammit! He knew me to well.
"And again."
"Dutchy..." how come you're the only person who knows all this?
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too Specs. Don't be nervous, it's OK."
"Sorry."
"It's fine. See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, bye."
"Bye."
And for a while, before I hung up, all I heard was the dial tone.
Was I lucky to have someone like Dutchy? Was I lucky to have a boyfriend who knew what I was thinking?
Oh yeah, it's boyfriend now. I asked him to go steady.
A/n: aww! Dutchy and Specs are sooo cute! I love 'em!