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- (checks) yep! I covered your topics! Yay!
Strawberri Shake- I have no judgement of you. My friends are obsessed with bondage. I'm obsessed with Newsies and Peter Pan! You're in Peter Pan? I love it! Are you Wendy? I hate her. As for Jack, I've hated him since I saw Christian Bale in Shaft. He had the New York accent and everything, it was hard to distinguish the two. Hope things get better with your director or whoever.
Shadowsdancingdragon- OK, I updated again, but this is really the last time. I haven't got anything more to write about on this story.
Sloane Miette- I'm changing opinions worldwide! Stop hating the Davey everyone! Yay! (not that I ever liked him that much, but I like him more than Jack. Doity Rotten Scabbah!)
Erin Go Bragh- his family said...read and find out! Muah ha ha!
Summary
—General PoV—
Something about Mondays is depressing, but from the looks of the school hallways no one knew it was a Monday, they all thought it was a Wednesday or maybe even a Friday.
Seating arrangements have changed slightly around the cafeteria, chairs stuffed into different places, leaving others completely empty. If this were to be a photograph taken in black and white it would be confusing as to the reason of the sittings, but in colour it made so much more sense. The mint green tabletops were strewn with plates of untouched foods and held hands.
Pigeon sat next to Skittery, wide eyed as he told his story of going to Snoddy's for dinner. Snoddy smiled slightly, remembering the scene, recalling his mother's face, just before she brought her hand to her mouth and exclaimed: "Oh honey!" She kissed him on the forehead and assured him that she was still just as proud of him and didn't love him any less. Next she'd hugged Skittery.
Spot rested his head on Racetrack's shoulder, eyes shut and savouring the sounds of the room. Absently, Racetrack stroked Spot's hair, feeling its silkiness and remembering its touch on his skin. Sure, he wasn't to be at school, but they had yet to catch him, leaving him sitting serene, pondering his brother's reaction to the need for him to go to therapy. And, of course, Spot. He never stopped thinking about Spot.
Missing from his seat beside Spot was Boots. He sat beside Swifty and Jack, eating his lunch and holding Swifty's hand. He listened with quiet respect as the brothers talked. Though he didn't say anything he knew he was being included. This was the first time Swifty had talked the Jack in a long time and Boots got the privilege of sitting in on it.
"Blink's moving out," Swifty had told him earlier that day. "I was thinking, if you'd like, would you move in with me?"
The answer was immediate and unwavering. Of course he would. Boots had no doubt in his mind that he loved Swifty.
Dutchy was still being praised on his performance from Friday, his table filled with fellow cast members, except for one person who wasn't in the play, who sat, holding Dutchy's hand in his. Their fingers laced together delicately, but no one said anything about it upon spotting them resting on the tabletop, they just floated in the sweet accomplishment of the play. Specs floated in the sweet accomplishment of Dutchy.
Beside them Mush and Blink sat, not holding hands, not smiling lovingly at each other, just enjoying the other boy. When all attention was focused on Dutchy, Mush would lean in and kiss Blink softly on the cheek, an occurrence that would make Blink blush deeply and giggle slightly. Still fresh in Blink's mind was the feeling of arriving home and smelling his family's smell. Like cinnamon and cloves. Homey and welcoming. His parents hugged him and the next morning his little brother and sister woke him up by jumping on his bed, just like before, in all the same sincerity and lovingness that there ever was.
Crutchy laughed and joked as usual with everyone, acting normal so that no one would have figured he'd undergone a dramatic change in his life. Folded in the depths of his pocket was a print-off of a newspaper article. In his pocket was his lifeline to the truth.
And so we pan out of the school, passing through the halls, watching kids drink out of the water fountains and collect their books from where they dropped them.
Stuck on the door of a girl's locker, on a bright yellow sticky-note, was David's scrawl. Sarah, out to lunch with Marshall. Back in time for next period. XX
Somewhere in the vastness of Ontario, Buttons is clicking her pen and closing her notebook. It's amazing how rarely we notice the delights of simplicity. Such as wallet photographs, red baseball caps, hallways, the colour green, hair gel and Romeo and Juliet.
End
I hope you liked it, I think I covered everyone. 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- (checks) yep! I covered your topics! Yay!
Strawberri Shake- I have no judgement of you. My friends are obsessed with bondage. I'm obsessed with Newsies and Peter Pan! You're in Peter Pan? I love it! Are you Wendy? I hate her. As for Jack, I've hated him since I saw Christian Bale in Shaft. He had the New York accent and everything, it was hard to distinguish the two. Hope things get better with your director or whoever.
Shadowsdancingdragon- OK, I updated again, but this is really the last time. I haven't got anything more to write about on this story.
Sloane Miette- I'm changing opinions worldwide! Stop hating the Davey everyone! Yay! (not that I ever liked him that much, but I like him more than Jack. Doity Rotten Scabbah!)
Erin Go Bragh- his family said...read and find out! Muah ha ha!
Summary
—General PoV—
Something about Mondays is depressing, but from the looks of the school hallways no one knew it was a Monday, they all thought it was a Wednesday or maybe even a Friday.
Seating arrangements have changed slightly around the cafeteria, chairs stuffed into different places, leaving others completely empty. If this were to be a photograph taken in black and white it would be confusing as to the reason of the sittings, but in colour it made so much more sense. The mint green tabletops were strewn with plates of untouched foods and held hands.
Pigeon sat next to Skittery, wide eyed as he told his story of going to Snoddy's for dinner. Snoddy smiled slightly, remembering the scene, recalling his mother's face, just before she brought her hand to her mouth and exclaimed: "Oh honey!" She kissed him on the forehead and assured him that she was still just as proud of him and didn't love him any less. Next she'd hugged Skittery.
Spot rested his head on Racetrack's shoulder, eyes shut and savouring the sounds of the room. Absently, Racetrack stroked Spot's hair, feeling its silkiness and remembering its touch on his skin. Sure, he wasn't to be at school, but they had yet to catch him, leaving him sitting serene, pondering his brother's reaction to the need for him to go to therapy. And, of course, Spot. He never stopped thinking about Spot.
Missing from his seat beside Spot was Boots. He sat beside Swifty and Jack, eating his lunch and holding Swifty's hand. He listened with quiet respect as the brothers talked. Though he didn't say anything he knew he was being included. This was the first time Swifty had talked the Jack in a long time and Boots got the privilege of sitting in on it.
"Blink's moving out," Swifty had told him earlier that day. "I was thinking, if you'd like, would you move in with me?"
The answer was immediate and unwavering. Of course he would. Boots had no doubt in his mind that he loved Swifty.
Dutchy was still being praised on his performance from Friday, his table filled with fellow cast members, except for one person who wasn't in the play, who sat, holding Dutchy's hand in his. Their fingers laced together delicately, but no one said anything about it upon spotting them resting on the tabletop, they just floated in the sweet accomplishment of the play. Specs floated in the sweet accomplishment of Dutchy.
Beside them Mush and Blink sat, not holding hands, not smiling lovingly at each other, just enjoying the other boy. When all attention was focused on Dutchy, Mush would lean in and kiss Blink softly on the cheek, an occurrence that would make Blink blush deeply and giggle slightly. Still fresh in Blink's mind was the feeling of arriving home and smelling his family's smell. Like cinnamon and cloves. Homey and welcoming. His parents hugged him and the next morning his little brother and sister woke him up by jumping on his bed, just like before, in all the same sincerity and lovingness that there ever was.
Crutchy laughed and joked as usual with everyone, acting normal so that no one would have figured he'd undergone a dramatic change in his life. Folded in the depths of his pocket was a print-off of a newspaper article. In his pocket was his lifeline to the truth.
And so we pan out of the school, passing through the halls, watching kids drink out of the water fountains and collect their books from where they dropped them.
Stuck on the door of a girl's locker, on a bright yellow sticky-note, was David's scrawl. Sarah, out to lunch with Marshall. Back in time for next period. XX
Somewhere in the vastness of Ontario, Buttons is clicking her pen and closing her notebook. It's amazing how rarely we notice the delights of simplicity. Such as wallet photographs, red baseball caps, hallways, the colour green, hair gel and Romeo and Juliet.
End
I hope you liked it, I think I covered everyone. Review!!!