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- yeah, it does, but it made for a good plot device!!!
Strawberri Shake- I was going to make it family therapy, but making it one on one was so much more interesting.
Spot's PoV
Racetrack and I sat across from each other at a diner. It was late Thursday night but I think Racetrack really needed to talk to someone.
"She thinks I'm hiding behind my nickname Spot! How can you hide behind a name?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's a way to forget who you are?" I suggested.
"But what's so wring with that?" Race flourished his chocolate milkshake- covered straw. "Sometimes it's good to forget who you are, sometimes it's good to forget all your problems, just for one minute."
I shrugged. "Did she keep asking questions like 'And why do you thin that is' or 'How do you feel about that'?"
Racetrack nodded. "That was about her parameter. She didn't ask much other than that." He paused to think, "How would you know that anyways?" he asked.
So I explained to him about my mom and her short depression period and how I had to see tons of psychiatrists.
Surprisingly, he smiled. "You can be my shrink guru. Tell me everything to expect! Since you've already been through it and all."
And even though I was helping someone like I always was, I felt like this time I wanted something in return. I wanted to be appreciated for once.
"Spot, have you talked to Sprinter yet?"
Swifty's PoV
Confirming my worst fears Boots didn't come yesterday or today. Needless to say I panicked. Where was he? Why hadn't he at least called?
Tonight I finally got my answer.
"Swifty?" Blink came in the front door. My heart sunk, seeing that Boots wasn't with him.
"Where's Boots?" I asked.
"Grounded."
Oh, so he's 'come to his senses' and realized I'm no good for him. Fantastic.
I lay down on my bed.
"Swifty, do you know what being grounded is?"
I told him that Boots had come to his senses.
"No, Boots' parents won't let him have friends over, go to friends' houses, use the telephone, computer—"
"Why?"
"Because he didn't come home Friday night."
"Oh." It was really terrible that Boots was 'grounded', but this meant that he wasn't avoiding me! He couldn't see me, but that wasn't his fault! It's a gift in a curse!
Or, maybe he knew he'd get in trouble so he'd have a solid reason not to see me. Maybe he is avoiding me.
A/n: how'd you like it? I like the diner scene, it's sweet and they care so mush about each other, but don't even know it yet! And Swifty's answer came, too bad it wasn't that good. Poor Swifty. 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:
Coin- yeah, it does, but it made for a good plot device!!!
Strawberri Shake- I was going to make it family therapy, but making it one on one was so much more interesting.
Spot's PoV
Racetrack and I sat across from each other at a diner. It was late Thursday night but I think Racetrack really needed to talk to someone.
"She thinks I'm hiding behind my nickname Spot! How can you hide behind a name?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's a way to forget who you are?" I suggested.
"But what's so wring with that?" Race flourished his chocolate milkshake- covered straw. "Sometimes it's good to forget who you are, sometimes it's good to forget all your problems, just for one minute."
I shrugged. "Did she keep asking questions like 'And why do you thin that is' or 'How do you feel about that'?"
Racetrack nodded. "That was about her parameter. She didn't ask much other than that." He paused to think, "How would you know that anyways?" he asked.
So I explained to him about my mom and her short depression period and how I had to see tons of psychiatrists.
Surprisingly, he smiled. "You can be my shrink guru. Tell me everything to expect! Since you've already been through it and all."
And even though I was helping someone like I always was, I felt like this time I wanted something in return. I wanted to be appreciated for once.
"Spot, have you talked to Sprinter yet?"
Swifty's PoV
Confirming my worst fears Boots didn't come yesterday or today. Needless to say I panicked. Where was he? Why hadn't he at least called?
Tonight I finally got my answer.
"Swifty?" Blink came in the front door. My heart sunk, seeing that Boots wasn't with him.
"Where's Boots?" I asked.
"Grounded."
Oh, so he's 'come to his senses' and realized I'm no good for him. Fantastic.
I lay down on my bed.
"Swifty, do you know what being grounded is?"
I told him that Boots had come to his senses.
"No, Boots' parents won't let him have friends over, go to friends' houses, use the telephone, computer—"
"Why?"
"Because he didn't come home Friday night."
"Oh." It was really terrible that Boots was 'grounded', but this meant that he wasn't avoiding me! He couldn't see me, but that wasn't his fault! It's a gift in a curse!
Or, maybe he knew he'd get in trouble so he'd have a solid reason not to see me. Maybe he is avoiding me.
A/n: how'd you like it? I like the diner scene, it's sweet and they care so mush about each other, but don't even know it yet! And Swifty's answer came, too bad it wasn't that good. Poor Swifty. Review!