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does(she, too, is a lucky rat!) and I am merely doing her a favor! But, I
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Summary: Marie 'Target' McCoy is a loveable tomboy who lives and sells with the Manhatten Newsies. She starts to date Spot Conlon, but what happens when her heart starts to belong to another newsie that she's known for years? NOT A MARY SUE!!! Skit/Target, Mush/Tig, Jack/OC
Rating: PG-13
Standing outside the glass door of Tibby's, Target and Lily looked through the window to see the hustle and bustle of the rest of the Newsies after a long day of work. Jack, Race, Blink and David were all resting in their own booth while Boots, Specs, Skittery, and Mush were sitting at the bar. The remaining newsboys were up and about asking their fellow Newsies how business was as waiters walked back and forth, delivering drinks to the boys.
The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the restaurant. Crutchy was seen explaining his daily occurrences with wild hand motions. Lily and Marie looked at each other, then back into Tibby's.
Getting tired of just watching, Target said as she dragged Lily through the front door, "Come on!"
"Hey everybody, look who I brought!" she yelled, raising her hands in the air then directing the attention to Tig. Lily stood there, looking around the room. Mush jumped up from his seat and made his way over to Tig. He picked her up by the waist and spun her around. They laughed, as well as the rest of the Newsies. Tig placed her arms around his neck and leaned her head back to look at the ceiling. Mush put her down and kissed her hard.
"Wahoo!" they all cheered and clapped. Target came up from behind them, looking at an angle to see if they were still conscience. She taped Mush on the shoulder and he turned to see who disturbed him.
"Do you'se two always greets each odda like dis?" she asked, referring to the kiss. Mush looked at Target as if she was crazy. "Okay, I'se get it. As you were!" she said and walked away. Tig looked back into Mush's puppy dog eyes.
"So Tiger, what was that for?" she asked, removing his hat from his head and placing it on her's.
"I'se just ain't seen you'se in awhile!" he said, hitting the brim of the hat so it would cover her eyes.
Target walked over to the bar and sat in Mush's seat beside Skittery, who smiled at the site.
"Has you ever done dat?" Skit asked, pointing to Lily and Meyers across the room. Target turned around, seeing the two cuddle.
"Dat?" she asked, also pointing to the couple. "Nah. Too much of dat stuff makes me sick, you'se know what I'se mean?" she explained, turning back to the bar. Target motioned to the waiter for a drink. "I'se just do dat to make dem happy."
"What 'bout you, shouldn't you'se be happy?" he asked as she received her drink.
"Thanks," she said, nodding to the waiter. "Me chance will come. Just don't know when yet!" she continued and took a sip of her drink. She turned to Skittery. Their eyes locked for what seem like an eternity until Target forced herself to look away.
"Hey love boids, you'se goin' ta sit down?" she yelled over the noisy crowd. She tried to think of something else clever to say, but her mind went blank.
About an hour later, all the Newsies were crowed around one table.
"Listen," started Racetrack, "I'se seen dis gang of scabbas walkin' down da street," he continued, lighting his cigar. "Den I'se sees dis odda Newsie, he couldn't have been more den six! So, des scabs walk up to dis kid and soak him real good. I'se neva seen a kid bleed so much in me life!" everyone was in awe, all except for Mush and Tig who were in the back corner having their own discussion.
After awhile, the Newsies got bored and took out a deck of cards.
"Who's up for a game of poker?" Race asked, holding up his cards. Some of the Newsies came and gathered around the table.
The restaurant was growing dark and only shadows were left. The streets that were filled with people were being replaced with only one or two; everyone was done with work and at home with their families. As for the Newsies, they were busy watching Dave fight Target in an arm wrestling match. It was down to the wire. Davie was just a few agonizing inches away from winning when Target snapped back and slammed Dave's hand down on the table.
"Ya almost got me dat time Davie, but almost ain't good enough!" Target said, lighting a cigarette. She turned around in her chair to see Mush and Lily kissing again. She gave a deep sigh. "HEY!" she yelled to them. "Why don't you'se save some of dat for later? Come and have some fun wit da rest of us," she said as Jack took the cigarette out of her mouth. Everyone looked at Jack smoking Target's cigarette. Target grabbed it back from Jack and took a puff.
"So Mush, what about you? You'se want dis?" she said, holding out the cigarette, then gave a look to Jack that said, 'What were you thinking, taking my cigarette?'
"Yeah sure, I'se could use a smoke," Mush said, smiling and taking the cigarette from her. He was just about to put his mouth on the filter end, when Tig spoke up.
"Hey Tiger, you better put that ou! I don't want to be kissing a mouth full of smoke!" she said, raising an eyebrow at Mush. He looked back at the cigarette and sighed. Mush hung his head then turned back to Tig. He bit his bottom lip and handed the stick back to Target.
"Your loss," Marie said to him, "oatmeal!" she coughed to the rest of the boys. Everyone laughed and jokingly slapped eachother's faces.
As for Lily and Mush, they stood in front of the gang, feeling a little embarrassed. Lily took Mush by the sleeve and directed him towards the door. Behind them, Target and the group were still rolling with laughter. Lily placed a hand on his cheek and forced him to look away from his friends across the room.
"Tiger," she said, trying to get his attention. "Tiger!" she yelled once more. His head snapped toward her. "Listen Tiger, don't worry about it. I'll get you something better for your sacrifice," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Ahh..," he smiled, lifting his head in acknowledgment and placing a strong arm around her waist. "You'se is thinkin', what I'm thinkin', ain't ya?" he continued and moved closer.
"Ahh..," she mocked, "you wish! I'll show you later," she explained as they walked back to the table and got their papers and Lily's handbag.
The street lamps outside were just lighting up as Tig headed out the door of Tibby's. Mush decided it was his responsibility to make sure Tig got home safely.
"Hey fellas, see ya lata!" he yelled.
"HEY!" Target screamed back offended, getting up from her seat.
"Sorry Newsie-Goil, see ya fellas, and goil, lata!" he corrected, shutting the door from the outside.
The stairs shimmered in the summer night sky as the people of sleepy Manhattan called it a day and fell to sleep. The gang of Newsies walked the empty streets of New York, cigarettes lit, having their own fun, and singing like it was no one's business. Hands stuffed in their pockets, they made their way to the small city square where they hung out other then Tibby's. In the middle of the square there was a large stone statue of Mr. Horace Greenley sitting in a chair and with an iron gate that semi-circled around the statue area. A few iron benches were scattered here and there throughout the square.
The moon was full and as bright as could be. Jack climbed the statue and sat across the lap of Mr. Greenley. Race, Bumlets, Dave, his little brother Les, and Snoddy stood in front of the statue talking about only God knows what while others took their rest on a bench or two. Skittery chose to sit on one of the benches with his arms hung over the back. He tilted his head back to look at the stars.
Target walked up and sat beside him. Skittery sat up as she lit her cigarette. "How ya doin', Skitty-Boy Jones?" she asked, leaning her head back to also see the sky.
"I'se ain't dead, so I'se guess dat I'm hangin' in dare," he said, doing the same. Target offered the stick to Skittery. He hesitated at first, than decided, "Why not?"
Hours flew by when Skittery and Target's conversation suddenly stopped. Target had drifted off to sleep, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Okay fellas," started Jack, getting up from his resting spot. "We'se betta get back," he proclaimed, jumping off the statue and walking off.
Skittery turned to Target and gently lifted her head off of his shoulder. Skit got up off the hard resting area and looked at Target peacefully sleeping on the bench. He bent down and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her's around his neck.
"What's goin' on?" she whispered, cracking her eyes open a little.
"Don't worry 'bout it. Go back ta sleep," he answered softly. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep in his strong arms. He gave a giant smile and continued walking.
"Hey Skit!" someone called. He turned his head and saw Racetrack walking toward him. He threw his cigar butt on the ground. "Ain't she a little too big ta be carryin'?" he asked as they started to walk.
"Nah," he replied to Race and then smiled at the sleeping girl in his arms. Race and Skittery made their way back to the Lodging House. When they got to the door, Skit spoke.
"Hey Race, ya wanna get da door for me?" he asked, raising Target up a little to show that his hands were kind of full.
"Oh, yeah," Race said, placing his newly lit cigar back in his mouth. He turned the brass handle of the large wooden door. Skittery turned sideways so he could make his way thought the door without hitting Target's head on the entrance way. They were the last Newsies in that night.
Race and Skittery climbed the creaky stairs up to the second floor. Everyone was already sleeping when they reached the top. Skittery walked into Target's separate room. It was the first time he had seen it.
Race stood in the bedroom doorway while Skittery laid Marie down on her cot. Skit stood there for a minute and watched her peaceful sleeping.
"Ain't she pretty, Race?" he asked, hands in his pockets. Racetrack took a few steps towards Skittery and the sleeping Target. Race looked at her and then tilted his head to see from a different angle.
"If you'se say so!" Race said and turned to head out of the room. Skit turned around.
"What's dat mean?" he asked, upset. Race tuned back to Skittery.
"It's just dat, Target's like a sista ta me! I'se don't see her like you'se do," said Race, shaking his head. He walked out of the room and got ready for bed. Skit turned back at Target once more.
"Sure glad she ain't my sista," he said to himself. He bent down, kissed her cheek, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
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*** Okay, well, I hope all of you enjoyed the second chapter! Remember to R/R, even if it is just a little comment, all are welcome(unless you wanna be rude and curse!).
Teepot: Hey! Thanks for being the first to review, it made Kris(the author) feel really loved. Tell me when you post your story and we'll check it out! Thanks again!
Summary: Marie 'Target' McCoy is a loveable tomboy who lives and sells with the Manhatten Newsies. She starts to date Spot Conlon, but what happens when her heart starts to belong to another newsie that she's known for years? NOT A MARY SUE!!! Skit/Target, Mush/Tig, Jack/OC
Rating: PG-13
Standing outside the glass door of Tibby's, Target and Lily looked through the window to see the hustle and bustle of the rest of the Newsies after a long day of work. Jack, Race, Blink and David were all resting in their own booth while Boots, Specs, Skittery, and Mush were sitting at the bar. The remaining newsboys were up and about asking their fellow Newsies how business was as waiters walked back and forth, delivering drinks to the boys.
The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the restaurant. Crutchy was seen explaining his daily occurrences with wild hand motions. Lily and Marie looked at each other, then back into Tibby's.
Getting tired of just watching, Target said as she dragged Lily through the front door, "Come on!"
"Hey everybody, look who I brought!" she yelled, raising her hands in the air then directing the attention to Tig. Lily stood there, looking around the room. Mush jumped up from his seat and made his way over to Tig. He picked her up by the waist and spun her around. They laughed, as well as the rest of the Newsies. Tig placed her arms around his neck and leaned her head back to look at the ceiling. Mush put her down and kissed her hard.
"Wahoo!" they all cheered and clapped. Target came up from behind them, looking at an angle to see if they were still conscience. She taped Mush on the shoulder and he turned to see who disturbed him.
"Do you'se two always greets each odda like dis?" she asked, referring to the kiss. Mush looked at Target as if she was crazy. "Okay, I'se get it. As you were!" she said and walked away. Tig looked back into Mush's puppy dog eyes.
"So Tiger, what was that for?" she asked, removing his hat from his head and placing it on her's.
"I'se just ain't seen you'se in awhile!" he said, hitting the brim of the hat so it would cover her eyes.
Target walked over to the bar and sat in Mush's seat beside Skittery, who smiled at the site.
"Has you ever done dat?" Skit asked, pointing to Lily and Meyers across the room. Target turned around, seeing the two cuddle.
"Dat?" she asked, also pointing to the couple. "Nah. Too much of dat stuff makes me sick, you'se know what I'se mean?" she explained, turning back to the bar. Target motioned to the waiter for a drink. "I'se just do dat to make dem happy."
"What 'bout you, shouldn't you'se be happy?" he asked as she received her drink.
"Thanks," she said, nodding to the waiter. "Me chance will come. Just don't know when yet!" she continued and took a sip of her drink. She turned to Skittery. Their eyes locked for what seem like an eternity until Target forced herself to look away.
"Hey love boids, you'se goin' ta sit down?" she yelled over the noisy crowd. She tried to think of something else clever to say, but her mind went blank.
About an hour later, all the Newsies were crowed around one table.
"Listen," started Racetrack, "I'se seen dis gang of scabbas walkin' down da street," he continued, lighting his cigar. "Den I'se sees dis odda Newsie, he couldn't have been more den six! So, des scabs walk up to dis kid and soak him real good. I'se neva seen a kid bleed so much in me life!" everyone was in awe, all except for Mush and Tig who were in the back corner having their own discussion.
After awhile, the Newsies got bored and took out a deck of cards.
"Who's up for a game of poker?" Race asked, holding up his cards. Some of the Newsies came and gathered around the table.
The restaurant was growing dark and only shadows were left. The streets that were filled with people were being replaced with only one or two; everyone was done with work and at home with their families. As for the Newsies, they were busy watching Dave fight Target in an arm wrestling match. It was down to the wire. Davie was just a few agonizing inches away from winning when Target snapped back and slammed Dave's hand down on the table.
"Ya almost got me dat time Davie, but almost ain't good enough!" Target said, lighting a cigarette. She turned around in her chair to see Mush and Lily kissing again. She gave a deep sigh. "HEY!" she yelled to them. "Why don't you'se save some of dat for later? Come and have some fun wit da rest of us," she said as Jack took the cigarette out of her mouth. Everyone looked at Jack smoking Target's cigarette. Target grabbed it back from Jack and took a puff.
"So Mush, what about you? You'se want dis?" she said, holding out the cigarette, then gave a look to Jack that said, 'What were you thinking, taking my cigarette?'
"Yeah sure, I'se could use a smoke," Mush said, smiling and taking the cigarette from her. He was just about to put his mouth on the filter end, when Tig spoke up.
"Hey Tiger, you better put that ou! I don't want to be kissing a mouth full of smoke!" she said, raising an eyebrow at Mush. He looked back at the cigarette and sighed. Mush hung his head then turned back to Tig. He bit his bottom lip and handed the stick back to Target.
"Your loss," Marie said to him, "oatmeal!" she coughed to the rest of the boys. Everyone laughed and jokingly slapped eachother's faces.
As for Lily and Mush, they stood in front of the gang, feeling a little embarrassed. Lily took Mush by the sleeve and directed him towards the door. Behind them, Target and the group were still rolling with laughter. Lily placed a hand on his cheek and forced him to look away from his friends across the room.
"Tiger," she said, trying to get his attention. "Tiger!" she yelled once more. His head snapped toward her. "Listen Tiger, don't worry about it. I'll get you something better for your sacrifice," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Ahh..," he smiled, lifting his head in acknowledgment and placing a strong arm around her waist. "You'se is thinkin', what I'm thinkin', ain't ya?" he continued and moved closer.
"Ahh..," she mocked, "you wish! I'll show you later," she explained as they walked back to the table and got their papers and Lily's handbag.
The street lamps outside were just lighting up as Tig headed out the door of Tibby's. Mush decided it was his responsibility to make sure Tig got home safely.
"Hey fellas, see ya lata!" he yelled.
"HEY!" Target screamed back offended, getting up from her seat.
"Sorry Newsie-Goil, see ya fellas, and goil, lata!" he corrected, shutting the door from the outside.
The stairs shimmered in the summer night sky as the people of sleepy Manhattan called it a day and fell to sleep. The gang of Newsies walked the empty streets of New York, cigarettes lit, having their own fun, and singing like it was no one's business. Hands stuffed in their pockets, they made their way to the small city square where they hung out other then Tibby's. In the middle of the square there was a large stone statue of Mr. Horace Greenley sitting in a chair and with an iron gate that semi-circled around the statue area. A few iron benches were scattered here and there throughout the square.
The moon was full and as bright as could be. Jack climbed the statue and sat across the lap of Mr. Greenley. Race, Bumlets, Dave, his little brother Les, and Snoddy stood in front of the statue talking about only God knows what while others took their rest on a bench or two. Skittery chose to sit on one of the benches with his arms hung over the back. He tilted his head back to look at the stars.
Target walked up and sat beside him. Skittery sat up as she lit her cigarette. "How ya doin', Skitty-Boy Jones?" she asked, leaning her head back to also see the sky.
"I'se ain't dead, so I'se guess dat I'm hangin' in dare," he said, doing the same. Target offered the stick to Skittery. He hesitated at first, than decided, "Why not?"
Hours flew by when Skittery and Target's conversation suddenly stopped. Target had drifted off to sleep, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Okay fellas," started Jack, getting up from his resting spot. "We'se betta get back," he proclaimed, jumping off the statue and walking off.
Skittery turned to Target and gently lifted her head off of his shoulder. Skit got up off the hard resting area and looked at Target peacefully sleeping on the bench. He bent down and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her's around his neck.
"What's goin' on?" she whispered, cracking her eyes open a little.
"Don't worry 'bout it. Go back ta sleep," he answered softly. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep in his strong arms. He gave a giant smile and continued walking.
"Hey Skit!" someone called. He turned his head and saw Racetrack walking toward him. He threw his cigar butt on the ground. "Ain't she a little too big ta be carryin'?" he asked as they started to walk.
"Nah," he replied to Race and then smiled at the sleeping girl in his arms. Race and Skittery made their way back to the Lodging House. When they got to the door, Skit spoke.
"Hey Race, ya wanna get da door for me?" he asked, raising Target up a little to show that his hands were kind of full.
"Oh, yeah," Race said, placing his newly lit cigar back in his mouth. He turned the brass handle of the large wooden door. Skittery turned sideways so he could make his way thought the door without hitting Target's head on the entrance way. They were the last Newsies in that night.
Race and Skittery climbed the creaky stairs up to the second floor. Everyone was already sleeping when they reached the top. Skittery walked into Target's separate room. It was the first time he had seen it.
Race stood in the bedroom doorway while Skittery laid Marie down on her cot. Skit stood there for a minute and watched her peaceful sleeping.
"Ain't she pretty, Race?" he asked, hands in his pockets. Racetrack took a few steps towards Skittery and the sleeping Target. Race looked at her and then tilted his head to see from a different angle.
"If you'se say so!" Race said and turned to head out of the room. Skit turned around.
"What's dat mean?" he asked, upset. Race tuned back to Skittery.
"It's just dat, Target's like a sista ta me! I'se don't see her like you'se do," said Race, shaking his head. He walked out of the room and got ready for bed. Skit turned back at Target once more.
"Sure glad she ain't my sista," he said to himself. He bent down, kissed her cheek, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
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*** Okay, well, I hope all of you enjoyed the second chapter! Remember to R/R, even if it is just a little comment, all are welcome(unless you wanna be rude and curse!).
Teepot: Hey! Thanks for being the first to review, it made Kris(the author) feel really loved. Tell me when you post your story and we'll check it out! Thanks again!