Disclaimer- I don't own Newsies or any of the songs I use in this fic.

A/n: this is 'You Don't See Me' by Josie and the Pussycats. Know I weird choice, but it's a good song.

Chapter 7: You Don't See Me

Boots

A guy's best friend can be anything from a person to an inanimate object. I'm tired of thinking about Jack. I pretend like everything's fine and like I don't even know who he is. It's hard. It's so, so hard. How can I deny the one I love?

This is the place where I sit,

This is the part where I love you too much,

This is as hard as it gets,

'Cause I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough.

Doesn't Jack know I love him? He has to have some idea about how I feel; no one can be that clueless. It penetrates off of me. I'm breaking down, wishing he would notice me and know that I'm here.

Does he know I'm real? Maybe he thinks he's imagined me, I'm as real as I can be. I'm begging that he'll notice me. Please Jack, look up and give me some sign that you know I exist.

I'm here if you want me,

I'm yours, you can hold me,

I'm empty and taken' time,

But I'm breakin'.

'Cause you don't see me,

And you don't need me,

And you don't love me,

The way I wish you would,

The way I know you could.

When I sleep he's beside me. It's like Jack knows what I want when I'm asleep, because he always appears by my side. When I wake up he's gone and I don't know where he's gotten. I can almost feel Jack holding my hand and wishing me goodnight. In the morning though, when the sun filters through the windows, he is nowhere to be seen. I wish it were nighttime forever.

I dream a world where you understand,

I dream a million sleepless nights,

I dream a fire when you're touching my hand,

But it twists into smoke when I turn on the lights,

So I snuck out of Manhattan, the hell that ruined me.

Across Brooklyn Bridge my feet find their way to his lodging house. I knock on the door and Jack answers it.

"Do you have a message from Spot?" Jack asks, oblivious of my real reason to be here.

But I can't speak. I can't say anything in front of him. I just want to watch him and I hope he'll never leave.

"Do you want to come in?"

I step inside and Jack sits beside me on a bunk. Just like every night of my life, but this time it's real.

I'm speechless and faded,

It's too complicated,

Is this how the book ends?

Nothin' but good friends?

"I left Brooklyn," I say. "I need somewhere to stay." This wasn't even part of the plan, I didn't think this would ever happen. Spot and Brooklyn were all I ever knew.

But this is what you want to know something reminds me. I have to agree.

'Cause you don't see me,

And you don't need me,

And you don't love me,

The way I wish you would,

(The way I wish you would)

Manhattan is where I panic. It's where I'm reminded of when I first saw him.

"Do you remember me?" I ask, hoping he does. "I met you once at Irving Hall with Spot."

He nods. "Yeah, what's yoiah name again?"

My heart sinks, he doesn't even know my name. He probably doesn't even remember me, he probably looks right through me.

This is the place in my heart,

This is the place where I'm fallin' apart,

Isn't this just where we met?

And is this the last chance that I'll ever get?

I wish I was lonely,

Instead of just only crystal and see-through,

And not enough to you,

"Boots."

He looks unaffected by seeing me. "OK, I'll find you a bunk."

The bunk he gets me is across the room from his and not even on the same level. His is high and mine is low. Just like our spirits. Seeing him is making me suffocate. Before at least I could pretend like he knew me, now I can't even do that because I know he doesn't.

'Cause you don't see me,

And you don't need me,

And you don't love me,

The way I wish you would,

"Goodnight," he wishes me.

I bid him goodnight as well, knowing that it will be horrible though. How can it be good if I know he doesn't love me? If I know he only just really met me?

'Cause you don't see me,

And you don't need me,

And you don't love me,

The way I wish you would,

The way I know you could…

End Chapter

((First update in a while, sorry. I was away! Hope you liked the post though. Review please!))

Shoutouts:

C.M. Higgins- that's my new favourite word. Astonishing.

Coin- do you like Jack or Mush? Now I'm confuzzled…

Cassies-Grandma- thanks for the songs! Lemme guess your quote, Monty Python. I believe I'm right, thank you, thank you (bow)