Warning: Rating for cursing, eventual slash and suicidal tendencies.
Disclaimer: I don't own the newsies. I DO own a laptop...paid for it myself so it's mine! YAY!
Author's Note: Eh I have nothing...
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Jack "Cowboy" Kelly sat the bar and looked at his watch for what seemed like the millionth and tenth time. He sighed impatiently when he saw the time. Six-thirty. Late again...
The baretender looked at him, raising his eyebrows. Jack rolled his eyes and grunted "Another Bud" before turning his attention back to his watch. Where the hell WAS he?
Just as the thought had formed and left his mind, the door to the bar opened, bringing in a gust of bitter air and premature flurries. Jack didn't bother looking, but began to drink his beer instead. "Hey Davey."
A young man with big blue eyes sat on the stool next to Jack, shaking snow out of his curly hair.
"Hey Jack, sorry I'm late-"
"Yeah I know."
The two of them stared at one another, expressions stony. A clock ticked. A man coughed. The Bartender rolled his eyes and wiped a glass.
Davey started to laugh first, melting the aggravated look off of Jack's face.
"Come here, you psychopath," said Jack and they both hugged, laughing like children.
"I don't get it," muttered the Bartender, reaching for another beer to put in front of David. "Every time you two meet..."
"Oh light up Kloppman! It's New Years Eve! And I only see this loser three times a year."
"One too many in my bar," Kloppman grumbled, shuffling away from the two, muttering under his breath.
David laughed and took his beer, turning to Jack. "Glad to see things never change."
"Yeah, like being late-"
"Or being easily annoyed."
Jack shook his head and smiled. "Man, you have to stop working so hard. I didn't think I'd be able to see you this Christmas, you canceled so many times."
Davey grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "Everybody was away when the fly epidemic hit- I couldn't just leave them empty handed."
"Yeah David, one giant bleeding heart."
"Hey, at least I'm here in time for New Years! See, this is the THIRD time this year I saw you so there so HAH I win GIMME ANOTHER BEER!"
Jack rolled his eyes at dave's outburst as Kloppman came shuffling over, only mildly annoyed. He had put up with that every year in college so this really was nothing...
"Calm down Dave, it's not like I'm going to buy that for you."
Davey coughed into his napkin. Though it wasn't as much as a cough rather than him saying "That's what you think" while making a noise which vaguely sounded like an asthemetic, eighty year old man who had just climbed to the top of his condo from the basement while carrying a big jar of prune juice.
Jack let it slide. Mainly because he knew David was right."
"So how IS life treating you Davey Boy? Your letter have been few and far in between."
David took a swallow of his beer, shrugging. "Nothing's too interesting man. Still with Cathy, still a nurse...We got a dog though. Little Chihuahua. Named him Big. And a bird. Big parrot, named it Honey. She's a bit of a disappointment though. What about you?" Dave changed the topic abruptly. "Still with Jason?"
"Nah," Jack said, grabbing a handful of pretzels, shoving them into his mouth. "That ended 'bout a month ago." David made a sympathetic noise and Jack shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I didn't love him. You know that."
Dave nodded, suddenly fascinated with his napkin. "So you still love him?"
Jack sighed, annoyed. "Of course I do Dave. How many TIMES, how many times..."
Dave nodded slowly, staring off into space. "That's how many years now? Eleven?"
"Twelve," Jack corrected. "Practically since I've known him."
"That's nice," Dave said distractedly. Jack snapped his head towards him and narrowed his eyes.
"You're being quiet today Walking Mouth."
"Oh my God, nobody's called me that since COLLEGE Jack! I'm always quiet!" Jack raised his eyebrows.
"You didn't earn that name for being quiet, Mouth."
Dave's eyes opened wide in mock innocence. "Why Jack, whatever do you mean?"
"You know something."
"No I don't."
"What do you know?"
"Well, I know that it's impossible to lick your elbow."
"Dave..."
"Nothing is ever as good as the original."
"DAVE!"
"And that Pie Eater left Itey for Sharie."
"DA-what?"
Jack froze in disbelief, staring at David. His friend was wearing his "I know everything because I never get off the internet" smile, sipping his beer as though nothing had happened. As though he hadn't just told Jack the one thing he had been longing to hear ever since he had gotten the balls and ruined the chance to be with the only one he loved because he was too slow.
"Pie Eater e-mailed me a few days ago telling me it was through," Dave said, ignoring the fact that Jack looked like he was going to throw up. "He had been seeing Sharie for a year- some girl from work. I think his boss or somebody just under his boss...or maybe above-"
"DAVE!"
"Right, so Pie Eater wantd ot have their first Christmas together and all that jazz- you know, meet the family, explain his sexuality, win them over with his home-baked bread...or did he make cookies, I really don't-"
"DAVID!"
"And too make a long story short-"
"Too late."
"Shut up Kloppman!"
"Itey's broken hearted, spend Christmas all alone and won't talk to Pie at all. Though Pie's pretty mad at him too since-"
Jack shut off David as his mind began to wander. Itey was the only boy Jack ever really loved. Ever since the first day he met him, he knew he was special...
END CHAPTER TWO
Author's Note: So yes, next chapter crazy flashback scene wooo...do you see what insomnia does...
Disclaimer: I don't own the newsies. I DO own a laptop...paid for it myself so it's mine! YAY!
Author's Note: Eh I have nothing...
^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^! ^!^!^!^!^
Jack "Cowboy" Kelly sat the bar and looked at his watch for what seemed like the millionth and tenth time. He sighed impatiently when he saw the time. Six-thirty. Late again...
The baretender looked at him, raising his eyebrows. Jack rolled his eyes and grunted "Another Bud" before turning his attention back to his watch. Where the hell WAS he?
Just as the thought had formed and left his mind, the door to the bar opened, bringing in a gust of bitter air and premature flurries. Jack didn't bother looking, but began to drink his beer instead. "Hey Davey."
A young man with big blue eyes sat on the stool next to Jack, shaking snow out of his curly hair.
"Hey Jack, sorry I'm late-"
"Yeah I know."
The two of them stared at one another, expressions stony. A clock ticked. A man coughed. The Bartender rolled his eyes and wiped a glass.
Davey started to laugh first, melting the aggravated look off of Jack's face.
"Come here, you psychopath," said Jack and they both hugged, laughing like children.
"I don't get it," muttered the Bartender, reaching for another beer to put in front of David. "Every time you two meet..."
"Oh light up Kloppman! It's New Years Eve! And I only see this loser three times a year."
"One too many in my bar," Kloppman grumbled, shuffling away from the two, muttering under his breath.
David laughed and took his beer, turning to Jack. "Glad to see things never change."
"Yeah, like being late-"
"Or being easily annoyed."
Jack shook his head and smiled. "Man, you have to stop working so hard. I didn't think I'd be able to see you this Christmas, you canceled so many times."
Davey grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "Everybody was away when the fly epidemic hit- I couldn't just leave them empty handed."
"Yeah David, one giant bleeding heart."
"Hey, at least I'm here in time for New Years! See, this is the THIRD time this year I saw you so there so HAH I win GIMME ANOTHER BEER!"
Jack rolled his eyes at dave's outburst as Kloppman came shuffling over, only mildly annoyed. He had put up with that every year in college so this really was nothing...
"Calm down Dave, it's not like I'm going to buy that for you."
Davey coughed into his napkin. Though it wasn't as much as a cough rather than him saying "That's what you think" while making a noise which vaguely sounded like an asthemetic, eighty year old man who had just climbed to the top of his condo from the basement while carrying a big jar of prune juice.
Jack let it slide. Mainly because he knew David was right."
"So how IS life treating you Davey Boy? Your letter have been few and far in between."
David took a swallow of his beer, shrugging. "Nothing's too interesting man. Still with Cathy, still a nurse...We got a dog though. Little Chihuahua. Named him Big. And a bird. Big parrot, named it Honey. She's a bit of a disappointment though. What about you?" Dave changed the topic abruptly. "Still with Jason?"
"Nah," Jack said, grabbing a handful of pretzels, shoving them into his mouth. "That ended 'bout a month ago." David made a sympathetic noise and Jack shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I didn't love him. You know that."
Dave nodded, suddenly fascinated with his napkin. "So you still love him?"
Jack sighed, annoyed. "Of course I do Dave. How many TIMES, how many times..."
Dave nodded slowly, staring off into space. "That's how many years now? Eleven?"
"Twelve," Jack corrected. "Practically since I've known him."
"That's nice," Dave said distractedly. Jack snapped his head towards him and narrowed his eyes.
"You're being quiet today Walking Mouth."
"Oh my God, nobody's called me that since COLLEGE Jack! I'm always quiet!" Jack raised his eyebrows.
"You didn't earn that name for being quiet, Mouth."
Dave's eyes opened wide in mock innocence. "Why Jack, whatever do you mean?"
"You know something."
"No I don't."
"What do you know?"
"Well, I know that it's impossible to lick your elbow."
"Dave..."
"Nothing is ever as good as the original."
"DAVE!"
"And that Pie Eater left Itey for Sharie."
"DA-what?"
Jack froze in disbelief, staring at David. His friend was wearing his "I know everything because I never get off the internet" smile, sipping his beer as though nothing had happened. As though he hadn't just told Jack the one thing he had been longing to hear ever since he had gotten the balls and ruined the chance to be with the only one he loved because he was too slow.
"Pie Eater e-mailed me a few days ago telling me it was through," Dave said, ignoring the fact that Jack looked like he was going to throw up. "He had been seeing Sharie for a year- some girl from work. I think his boss or somebody just under his boss...or maybe above-"
"DAVE!"
"Right, so Pie Eater wantd ot have their first Christmas together and all that jazz- you know, meet the family, explain his sexuality, win them over with his home-baked bread...or did he make cookies, I really don't-"
"DAVID!"
"And too make a long story short-"
"Too late."
"Shut up Kloppman!"
"Itey's broken hearted, spend Christmas all alone and won't talk to Pie at all. Though Pie's pretty mad at him too since-"
Jack shut off David as his mind began to wander. Itey was the only boy Jack ever really loved. Ever since the first day he met him, he knew he was special...
END CHAPTER TWO
Author's Note: So yes, next chapter crazy flashback scene wooo...do you see what insomnia does...