Diclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Disney does. But you probably guessed that by now considering if I owned Newsies you would have heard about it.
Chapter 4
"Tough luck boys. Want a bit of friendly advice? Ok, try...not loosing next time, it really helps wid yur self-esteem level." I snickered to my self at me joke as I carefully picked up and inspected everything I had just won. A top, some buttons, a plastic beaded necklace, a few iou's and about 50 cents total. I shoved it all in my pockets and loked around the room, it was still quiet. "ah, jeez, get ovah it you guys, so I whooped yer asses at Pokah. It ain't that big of a deal."
Actually Leila, dear," I swung at Jack as he said "dear," "It is a big deal. You sees, ain't nobody evah beat the king ovah there at pokah. It just hasn't been done, until now that is."
"Where'd ya learn ta play like that Leila?" Spot asked from his chair where he was sulking at the loss.
"Well, I only learn form the best Spot, so I'd just like ta say...Thanks."
"What? What?" And that was all he could think of to say, he just sat there with his mouth gaping open stammering "What?" once in a while.
"Ya know Spot, I don't just ignore ya, sometimes I pay attention ta what yur doin." I held my hand up in front of Jack's face while I still looked at Spot. "Don't try it Cowboy, I'm not in the mood for any of yur smart ass comments. Shut yur mouth Spot and get ovah yur self. So ya lost, big deal. You knew it was bound ta happen sometime. Now, Mr. Kelly," I turned back ta Jack and was caught of guard by how close he was. I wasn't expecting him to be there and as I turned to talk to him I suddenly forgot what I was going to say and felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him. If no one else had been in the room to make noise and interrupt my thought of Jack, me, me and Jack, me and Jack kissing... then I probably would have sat like that for hours. Luckily somewhere in the room someone knocked a glass off a table and it shattered causing me to come back to the real world and finish my sentance. "I won the game. Give back my bag, now. It's late, I'm tired, and I want to go to bed-"
"I could arrange for that doll face."
"I could arrange for your soakin too Conlon. Now Kelly. Give it to me."
"Alright, alright. Heah ya are." He brought my bag out from under the table and reluctantly handed it over."
"Thank yous. Night boys! See ya in the morinin!" I yelled as I left the room and headed up stairs to bed.
I was replied with a chorus of "Good Night Leila!" and one very loud, obnoxious, "Night pretty face!"
I responded to the latter with "Ah shut yer trap Conlon!" hollered down to the lower floor.
Three days later
"Leila, wake up,"came soft and sing songy at first then after I ignored it, an ear splitting, "It's time ta carry da bannah!"
"Go away Jack! I don't wannah get up!"
"Come on Leila, the fastah you gets up, the fastah you can sell yer papes, the fastah tonight'll come."
"Why would I want ta be excited fer tonight?" I turned my head to face him. Once again I was close enough to kiss him if I had just moved a little forward.
"Dontcha remember? We's havin a party at Medda's fer Spot's boithday. Jeez, ya must have hoid us talking about it a hundred times. Everyone's gonna be dere-come on, it'll be fun!"
"Alright! Alright! I'se agettin! I'se agettin! Jeez, ya don't need ta lecture me." I hauled myself out of my bunk and my feet hit the frigid floor. I pulled on my dark blue shirt and pair of tan pants. I sadly looked at my skirt that was now ruined because of chasing Jack. At the end of that night I had realized I put a big rip in it and gotten mud splattered all over the sky colored fabric. I didn't usually wear it, but that day we had gone to Tibby's for lunch and I always liked to look nicer went we went there. That was the only skirt I had owned, and I know wondered what I was going to wear to a party at Medda's. Spot will just have to deal with me in my regular pants fer his boithday. When I finished dressing I tied my hair back and went out selling for the day.
Shout Outs!
anonomyouspersonwhodefinitelydosen'tknowyou / uglypiratecellodude : Hey goil! Thanx so much 4 reviewing! I luv ya 2 death! Its always fun(and a little confusing at times) to read ur reviews. If u read this b4 mon while u r in Chicago, or back home then I will b very proud of u. but if u don't, o well. Thenx again 4 ur support and friendship! P.S. think of a newsie name 4 urself!
Specks : Thanx so much 4 ur reviews! As soon as u think of ur newsie name let me know!
Piratechic: hey goily! Thanx 4 yet another 1 of ur scary reviews. Thanx so much 4 ur support and everything that u do 2 help me.
-Smiley
Chapter 4
"Tough luck boys. Want a bit of friendly advice? Ok, try...not loosing next time, it really helps wid yur self-esteem level." I snickered to my self at me joke as I carefully picked up and inspected everything I had just won. A top, some buttons, a plastic beaded necklace, a few iou's and about 50 cents total. I shoved it all in my pockets and loked around the room, it was still quiet. "ah, jeez, get ovah it you guys, so I whooped yer asses at Pokah. It ain't that big of a deal."
Actually Leila, dear," I swung at Jack as he said "dear," "It is a big deal. You sees, ain't nobody evah beat the king ovah there at pokah. It just hasn't been done, until now that is."
"Where'd ya learn ta play like that Leila?" Spot asked from his chair where he was sulking at the loss.
"Well, I only learn form the best Spot, so I'd just like ta say...Thanks."
"What? What?" And that was all he could think of to say, he just sat there with his mouth gaping open stammering "What?" once in a while.
"Ya know Spot, I don't just ignore ya, sometimes I pay attention ta what yur doin." I held my hand up in front of Jack's face while I still looked at Spot. "Don't try it Cowboy, I'm not in the mood for any of yur smart ass comments. Shut yur mouth Spot and get ovah yur self. So ya lost, big deal. You knew it was bound ta happen sometime. Now, Mr. Kelly," I turned back ta Jack and was caught of guard by how close he was. I wasn't expecting him to be there and as I turned to talk to him I suddenly forgot what I was going to say and felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him. If no one else had been in the room to make noise and interrupt my thought of Jack, me, me and Jack, me and Jack kissing... then I probably would have sat like that for hours. Luckily somewhere in the room someone knocked a glass off a table and it shattered causing me to come back to the real world and finish my sentance. "I won the game. Give back my bag, now. It's late, I'm tired, and I want to go to bed-"
"I could arrange for that doll face."
"I could arrange for your soakin too Conlon. Now Kelly. Give it to me."
"Alright, alright. Heah ya are." He brought my bag out from under the table and reluctantly handed it over."
"Thank yous. Night boys! See ya in the morinin!" I yelled as I left the room and headed up stairs to bed.
I was replied with a chorus of "Good Night Leila!" and one very loud, obnoxious, "Night pretty face!"
I responded to the latter with "Ah shut yer trap Conlon!" hollered down to the lower floor.
Three days later
"Leila, wake up,"came soft and sing songy at first then after I ignored it, an ear splitting, "It's time ta carry da bannah!"
"Go away Jack! I don't wannah get up!"
"Come on Leila, the fastah you gets up, the fastah you can sell yer papes, the fastah tonight'll come."
"Why would I want ta be excited fer tonight?" I turned my head to face him. Once again I was close enough to kiss him if I had just moved a little forward.
"Dontcha remember? We's havin a party at Medda's fer Spot's boithday. Jeez, ya must have hoid us talking about it a hundred times. Everyone's gonna be dere-come on, it'll be fun!"
"Alright! Alright! I'se agettin! I'se agettin! Jeez, ya don't need ta lecture me." I hauled myself out of my bunk and my feet hit the frigid floor. I pulled on my dark blue shirt and pair of tan pants. I sadly looked at my skirt that was now ruined because of chasing Jack. At the end of that night I had realized I put a big rip in it and gotten mud splattered all over the sky colored fabric. I didn't usually wear it, but that day we had gone to Tibby's for lunch and I always liked to look nicer went we went there. That was the only skirt I had owned, and I know wondered what I was going to wear to a party at Medda's. Spot will just have to deal with me in my regular pants fer his boithday. When I finished dressing I tied my hair back and went out selling for the day.
Shout Outs!
anonomyouspersonwhodefinitelydosen'tknowyou / uglypiratecellodude : Hey goil! Thanx so much 4 reviewing! I luv ya 2 death! Its always fun(and a little confusing at times) to read ur reviews. If u read this b4 mon while u r in Chicago, or back home then I will b very proud of u. but if u don't, o well. Thenx again 4 ur support and friendship! P.S. think of a newsie name 4 urself!
Specks : Thanx so much 4 ur reviews! As soon as u think of ur newsie name let me know!
Piratechic: hey goily! Thanx 4 yet another 1 of ur scary reviews. Thanx so much 4 ur support and everything that u do 2 help me.
-Smiley