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:
Jacky Higgins- I realized the same thing a few days ago. I write this fiction out in my notebook before I type it up (although it should be 'notebooks'. I've used a notepad and two notebooks so far) and I discovered that it's getting ridiculously long. I know how it's going to end and I'm rounding it up. However, I'm much father ahead in the writing par than I am in the posting part, so this fic may reach around 100 chapters, no lies.
Coin- Hon, to be honest, that's a little scary. I'm pretty sure my friend who likes Korn wears a bra, even though she wears boy's clothes sometimes. In the sixth grade I was one of those kids who always wanted piggyback rides. Now I wouldn't...unless of course a hot newsie was carrying me...
Strawberri Shake- my parents would probably ground my ass as fast as they could if I was out all night and didn't call. I'm not sure that they would post a sign on the bathroom door, but I would face lots and lost of punishment.
(Still Friday)
—Crutchy's PoV—
"Uncle Kloppman, what happened to my parents?"
"Shut up Skittery."
"Crutchy, what's the matter with saying that? He has to know, maybe he just thought you never wanted to know about them before."
"Yeah right Skittery, why wouldn't there be any pictures of them if he didn't care if I knew about them?"
Skittery had taken the news that my parents were really gone pretty well. Much better than he had reacted when I told him they were dead. Maybe death is a more frightening thing in Skittery's family.
I placed my crutch on the school steps and hoisted myself up bit by bit.
"I'm not talking to my uncle about my parents."
But, apparently, he had already left that topic and was watching me struggle up the stairs.
"How do you do this every morning?" he asked from the top of the stairs.
"I don't know I get used to it."
Skittery looked around slowly. "Don't they need a ramp? Isn't it policy or something?" he asked when I reached his side.
"I don't know, it's always been this way," I said.
He held the door for me and I went inside. The hallway was crowded and Skittery fought to stay beside me.
"You never tried to do anything about it? Ever?"
"Skittery, I can't think about it right now! I need to find my parents!"
"Right, sorry. But this is my new project."
"Whatever Skittery, I have to get to class."
—Mush's PoV—
I saw them together again today. Blink and that spiky haired kid. Except today his hair was Mohawked instead of plain spiked up.
They were talking rush and frantic, as if what they were saying had to be said fast or they'd forget it.
I heard something about meeting and I hate to admit it, but my blood boiled. They're meeting? How can Blink meet with this guy who he just met and who knows he's gay? Something's not right, this just isn't fair! Blink can't be connected to this guy after taking so long to be connected to me!
What can I say though? I can't ask him about what's going on between him and that spiky-haired kid; I'd sound too clingy, too needy. He'd have to reassure me that he's mine and eventually get up with doing so and dump me! He would dump me and I, Scott Meyers, would be single. Flying solo. Singing alone on my cruise ship. And just about every other clichéd 'single' term you can think of.
So, you see, I am fixed with quite a dilemma. Either be dumped for being clingy or be dumped because Blink has a much better time with that spiky- haired kid and his metal-loving ass.
I keep replaying each scenario over and over again and it only makes me panic more, instead of clearing my mind.
I really wish someone would make these decisions for me like when I was younger.
When did life get so hard anyways?
A/n: so Skittery's taking on the helpful dude role and Mush is growing more and more jealours by the second. What would YOU do in Mush's shoes? Would you talk to Blink or let him slip away? Is that a song lyric? Review!