Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, Disney obviously does(*tear* Lucky
Rats!), and I don't actually own this story, my talented friend, Kristina,
does(she, too, is a lucky rat!) and I am merely doing her a favor! But, I
actually DO own Tig and Annabelle, others as well, but you have to wait for
the sequel! So, for these reasons, don't sue me!
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
The rain poured down and splashed hard against the ground. Muddy puddles were forming here and there. The night had come quickly, hiding the Newsies from the naked eye; it was as dark as a cave and they could barely see where they were going. The only sound was the pitter-patter of the rain and the slapping of their shoes as they ran.
Spot was in Brooklyn to gather his Newsies in case they needed extra help.
"Lower me down," whispered Skittery. Jack was once again attempting to set someone free from the House Of Refuge.
"Dis ain't dat safe 'cause of da rain an' all."
"Just start lowerin'," Skittery ordered. Jack began to lower Skit down the side of the brick building. Not even two minutes had Skittery been hanging there, and the rope began painfully digging into his armpits. The rain dripped from his nose and hair. He got to the first window and Jack continued lowering. The window was cracked open for fresh air. A youngster rushed to it, he was about five or so.
"Hey, you'se is Skittery, right?"
"Quit playin' 'round Blinker," he joked.
"How've you been?" he asked.
"I've been better. Dare's a goil Newsie, a friend of mine in here who came heah a lil' bit ago. Could you'se get her for me?" Skittery asked, running his fingers through his wet hair.
"Oh yeah, a real good lookin' brunette. She's in da cell next door. Solitary Confinement," he looked around the room behind him. "She your goil?" he asked.
"I'se wish! Thanks, Blinker," Skit said and walked along the edge to the next window to his right. Softly he tapped against the shutters, his wet hair fell back in front of his eyes. The rope was tight around his chest and under his armpits. "Hey Kelly, give me some slack," Skittery whispered loudly to Jack above. In the middle of his sentence, Target suddenly opened the window.
"Skitboy, am I'se glad ta see you'se! Where is everybody?" she asked as the rain ran down his face and neck, drenching his faded red shirt, making his muscular body visible. She stared affectionately at Skittery in his wet clothes. Skittery lowered his head to look at Target below.
"Hey you'se a'ight?" he asked, smoothing his hair back.
"I'm fine. Whose holdin' da rope? Where's Tig? Shouldn't she be heah?" she asked hysterically
"Okay, too many questions! Kelly's holdin' da rope. We're bustin' you'se out," Skit explained. They were unsure if Target would fit through the bars. She gabbed her hat off the bed and luckily she was skinny enough to squeeze herself through a section where a bar was missing. Skit held onto the bars and took the rope off from around his chest. Skittery and Target stood only inches apart, rain dripped from their faces to the ground below.
"You'se betta put dis on," Skittery uttered, holding the rope out to Target. He tried to avoid the fact that he could kiss her that very instant. He thought to himself, "She don't want me, she loves Spot, we'se is just pals." Just then, Target flung both her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. She gave no mind that it was pouring and they were both freezing. The rain streaked down their faces as they held each other tight. Jack tugged on the rope, bringing them back to reality.
"I've been waitin' for a chance ta give you'se dat... since da last time we'se was interrupted," Target explained, still holding onto Skit. He clung to the rope and motioned for Jack to bring her up.
She was halfway there when Skit said to himself, "We'se is just very, very good pals," giving himself some credit. That was what seemed to be the happiest moment of his life and he grinned for what seemed like an eternity.
Back at the Lodging House, while all this was going on, Mush had set a candlelit dinner for Tig and himself. The two ate their dinner as the rain peacefully fell outside. Mush finished his supper and looked at Lily.
Without looking up she asked, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
He stared a little longer, and getting up from his seat, he said, "Come wit me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bench under the window. She sat down on the cushioned bench.
"Is something wrong?" Tig asked, concerned.
"Nothin' ever's wrong when I'm wit you'se, Sweetheart," Mush explained. Tig blushed rosy red. "My love for you'se is greater den da stars in da sky," he got down on one knee. "Lillian Matthews, will you'se be me wife?"
A smile sprang across Tig lips and she began to cry tears of joy. She lunged at Mush and kissed him with no hesitation. Her mind and soul were filled with happiness. It was as if the stormed stopped and the morning came with a bright summer sky.
"Is dat a yes?" Mush asked. Lily just laughed and kissed him again. "Is you'se gonna marry me or what?" he asked, concerned.
Jumping up on the bench, she shouted, "YES, YES, I will marry you," she jumped off and spun around the room, arms flailing out to the sides, "Yes, yes, yes I want to announce it to the world! Yes, Mush Meyers, I will marry you," she shouted. Mush stood there, his arms folded across his chest, laughing at Tig, who spinning around the room. "I love you, Mush Meyers!!" Tig yelled with the last bit of energy she had left. Exhausted, she fell to her knees and began to weep with joy.
"Tig, are you'se okay" asked Mush, running toward her. He knelt infront of her and placed his hands on his shoulders.
"I love you," she whispered softly, looking up at Mush. "I love you," she kissed him once more. This time she made it count.
************* Hey everyone! You're not going to believe this, but...right after I uploaded the last chapter, I was making changes to this chapter and was copying it onto another document so I could upload it the next day, and it was...gone! Yes, somehow I stupidly deleted the damn chapter and had to have Kris give me another disk with it on. Well, last night she gave it to me and *tada!* it's here! It's a wee bit short, but I'm sure that you enjoyed it!(LOL) I must say, Tig's a bit crazy at the end, but hey, if she's based on me, then Kris did a very good job! Ha Ha! I'm gonna try and get Chapter 8 up ASAP, but I just got word this morning that my grandma has died, so I don't know how soon it will be. Sorry! Oh, and Kris wrote me a note on the new disk and told me to tell ALL of the readers:THANK YOU! She loves ya'll! Ha Ha. Until next time, Peace Out!
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
The rain poured down and splashed hard against the ground. Muddy puddles were forming here and there. The night had come quickly, hiding the Newsies from the naked eye; it was as dark as a cave and they could barely see where they were going. The only sound was the pitter-patter of the rain and the slapping of their shoes as they ran.
Spot was in Brooklyn to gather his Newsies in case they needed extra help.
"Lower me down," whispered Skittery. Jack was once again attempting to set someone free from the House Of Refuge.
"Dis ain't dat safe 'cause of da rain an' all."
"Just start lowerin'," Skittery ordered. Jack began to lower Skit down the side of the brick building. Not even two minutes had Skittery been hanging there, and the rope began painfully digging into his armpits. The rain dripped from his nose and hair. He got to the first window and Jack continued lowering. The window was cracked open for fresh air. A youngster rushed to it, he was about five or so.
"Hey, you'se is Skittery, right?"
"Quit playin' 'round Blinker," he joked.
"How've you been?" he asked.
"I've been better. Dare's a goil Newsie, a friend of mine in here who came heah a lil' bit ago. Could you'se get her for me?" Skittery asked, running his fingers through his wet hair.
"Oh yeah, a real good lookin' brunette. She's in da cell next door. Solitary Confinement," he looked around the room behind him. "She your goil?" he asked.
"I'se wish! Thanks, Blinker," Skit said and walked along the edge to the next window to his right. Softly he tapped against the shutters, his wet hair fell back in front of his eyes. The rope was tight around his chest and under his armpits. "Hey Kelly, give me some slack," Skittery whispered loudly to Jack above. In the middle of his sentence, Target suddenly opened the window.
"Skitboy, am I'se glad ta see you'se! Where is everybody?" she asked as the rain ran down his face and neck, drenching his faded red shirt, making his muscular body visible. She stared affectionately at Skittery in his wet clothes. Skittery lowered his head to look at Target below.
"Hey you'se a'ight?" he asked, smoothing his hair back.
"I'm fine. Whose holdin' da rope? Where's Tig? Shouldn't she be heah?" she asked hysterically
"Okay, too many questions! Kelly's holdin' da rope. We're bustin' you'se out," Skit explained. They were unsure if Target would fit through the bars. She gabbed her hat off the bed and luckily she was skinny enough to squeeze herself through a section where a bar was missing. Skit held onto the bars and took the rope off from around his chest. Skittery and Target stood only inches apart, rain dripped from their faces to the ground below.
"You'se betta put dis on," Skittery uttered, holding the rope out to Target. He tried to avoid the fact that he could kiss her that very instant. He thought to himself, "She don't want me, she loves Spot, we'se is just pals." Just then, Target flung both her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. She gave no mind that it was pouring and they were both freezing. The rain streaked down their faces as they held each other tight. Jack tugged on the rope, bringing them back to reality.
"I've been waitin' for a chance ta give you'se dat... since da last time we'se was interrupted," Target explained, still holding onto Skit. He clung to the rope and motioned for Jack to bring her up.
She was halfway there when Skit said to himself, "We'se is just very, very good pals," giving himself some credit. That was what seemed to be the happiest moment of his life and he grinned for what seemed like an eternity.
Back at the Lodging House, while all this was going on, Mush had set a candlelit dinner for Tig and himself. The two ate their dinner as the rain peacefully fell outside. Mush finished his supper and looked at Lily.
Without looking up she asked, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
He stared a little longer, and getting up from his seat, he said, "Come wit me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bench under the window. She sat down on the cushioned bench.
"Is something wrong?" Tig asked, concerned.
"Nothin' ever's wrong when I'm wit you'se, Sweetheart," Mush explained. Tig blushed rosy red. "My love for you'se is greater den da stars in da sky," he got down on one knee. "Lillian Matthews, will you'se be me wife?"
A smile sprang across Tig lips and she began to cry tears of joy. She lunged at Mush and kissed him with no hesitation. Her mind and soul were filled with happiness. It was as if the stormed stopped and the morning came with a bright summer sky.
"Is dat a yes?" Mush asked. Lily just laughed and kissed him again. "Is you'se gonna marry me or what?" he asked, concerned.
Jumping up on the bench, she shouted, "YES, YES, I will marry you," she jumped off and spun around the room, arms flailing out to the sides, "Yes, yes, yes I want to announce it to the world! Yes, Mush Meyers, I will marry you," she shouted. Mush stood there, his arms folded across his chest, laughing at Tig, who spinning around the room. "I love you, Mush Meyers!!" Tig yelled with the last bit of energy she had left. Exhausted, she fell to her knees and began to weep with joy.
"Tig, are you'se okay" asked Mush, running toward her. He knelt infront of her and placed his hands on his shoulders.
"I love you," she whispered softly, looking up at Mush. "I love you," she kissed him once more. This time she made it count.
************* Hey everyone! You're not going to believe this, but...right after I uploaded the last chapter, I was making changes to this chapter and was copying it onto another document so I could upload it the next day, and it was...gone! Yes, somehow I stupidly deleted the damn chapter and had to have Kris give me another disk with it on. Well, last night she gave it to me and *tada!* it's here! It's a wee bit short, but I'm sure that you enjoyed it!(LOL) I must say, Tig's a bit crazy at the end, but hey, if she's based on me, then Kris did a very good job! Ha Ha! I'm gonna try and get Chapter 8 up ASAP, but I just got word this morning that my grandma has died, so I don't know how soon it will be. Sorry! Oh, and Kris wrote me a note on the new disk and told me to tell ALL of the readers:THANK YOU! She loves ya'll! Ha Ha. Until next time, Peace Out!