Hey! It's me, Vix again! This is one of your normal, time travel fics, also
what we call a "daydream romance" lol. You know wut I mean? Where you get
the guy you want, everything is perfect between the two of you, even though
he's 3-5 years older than you lol. Ok, just to make things clear with
everyone, in this fic there is NOT a movie of "Newsies". *thinks: what
would this world be like without that wonderful movie?* lol anyway, I think
this fic is pretty good and kinda funny at times. Sorry if we drift in and
out of NY accent, and I wanted to let u know that this was also written by
my 2 friends. I'm Sarah (u will later know me as Vix), Laura, who is also
known as many things, including Spot, Ace, Batman, and Yeah Yeah, among
many other nicknames. It was also written by Kathwren, a.k.a. Race,
Stellar, and wutever else u want 2 call her. So, enough of my babbling, and
on with the story!
Disclaimer: We don't own Newsies *sobs* lol. Disney owns it all, but not for long *evil laughter*
p.s. if u are reading this story, please let me know that at least someone is. That lil purple "review" button is there 4 a reason, u know!
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1. Welcome to New York!
"Welcome to New York, ladies, and enjoy your stay," said the owner of the "Lodging House", which was the hotel we were staying at. They say it used to be a lodging house for the newsboys of New York, during the late 1800's and early 1900's, and that the owner was a descendant of the original.
I was on vacation with two of my best friends, Laura (we called her Spot Conlon) and Kathwren (a.k.a. RaceTrack). My Aunt Donna Sue was taking me on a vacation, and I could choose anywhere in the world to go to. She also said I could pick a friend (or two) to come with us. We had thought of New York at the same time, although none of us knew why.
It was not a large hotel, and we got the last room that was open. It was upstairs at the end of the hall, separated from the rest of the rooms.
That night, we stayed up pretty late talking, till about 3 in the morning. We'd been sitting on Race's bed and decided it was time to sleep.
"Hey, Blink, move over! How am I supposed to get into my bed, if you're blocking the only way out?" Spot said to me (my nick name is KidBlink, my real name is Sarah. We had made the nicknames up, and hadn't got them from anywhere.).
"Yeah, whatever," I stood up (or tried to), for the top bunk was too low, and I banged my head on it. I fell on the ground, unconscious, and Race and Spot leaned forward to help, but they weren't much help, because they did the exact same thing I did.
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When I woke up, I had a killer headache, so I went to the bathroom to get some Tylenol. On the way I heard. singing. I forgot about the Tylenol, and followed the source of the noise.
I stepped out of the hallway, and just about got ran over by a teenage boy chasing another, for a towel.
"Hey Race!" the one in front said, shaking the towel, "you want this?"
"C'mon Skittery! Just give me the towel!" said the other boy, who had shaving cream all over his face. They both talked with a heavy New York accent.
They ran down the stairwell, and I leaned over, watching them. But, once again, my good luck kicked in, and I fell over.
I toppled down the stairs, and right into one of the boys. He grabbed the towel, wiped his face off, and when he saw me he started making weird faces at me, then at the other boy, Skittery. What a weird name.
I then discovered the cause of my fall. I was wearing an ankle long, heavy, ugly, old-fashioned dress. Not to mention the most uncomfortable shoes on the face of the earth. I must have tripped on one, or both.
"Hey Mush!" he yelled up the stairs, "Come down 'ere!"
"What?" yet another boy poked his head out the doorway, with an annoyed look on his face.
"Dis goil one o' yours?" the shaving cream boy said, indicating me.
"Ta tell ya da truth, RaceTrack, I don't rememba' dis one. Wish I did, but I don't."
That's when I realized that "shaving cream boy" was really called RaceTrack. (Sound familiar?)
Skittery finally said to me, "Youse got a tongue?"
"What?" I had just been sitting there, thinking about the possibilities of our Race, and their Race, and many other things: how did we get here? The hotel looked different than when we first got there. It was the same layout, newer but old-fashioned. Why was I wearing the dress anyway?
Then I figured it out. It was weird but had to be true, like something you'd read or see in a movie. The "bump" had made us go back in time. Now we had to figure out just how far back.
"All righty then. If Mush don't rememba 'er, and she ain't talkin', who is she?" Race asked, to no one in particular.
"Um. can I say something?" I said trying to get up (those shoes were deadly.)
"Ya? What is it?" Mush asked, raising an eyebrow.
Race said, mock surprised, "She does speak!"
I glared at him. "Ya. Anyway, my friends call me KidBlink and." I stopped. Race stopped play-punching Skittery, and they all looked down at me in silence. "What?" I asked, "What's so shocking about that? Oh yeah, I forgot about something, hey Race, come with me," and with that I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards our room.
How was it? Like it? Hate it? Plz review, I'll luv u 4ever! Just a "good story" or a "bad story" will suffice. Let's start counting how many we can get! Ready.. set...Click the purple button! lol
~Vix
Disclaimer: We don't own Newsies *sobs* lol. Disney owns it all, but not for long *evil laughter*
p.s. if u are reading this story, please let me know that at least someone is. That lil purple "review" button is there 4 a reason, u know!
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1. Welcome to New York!
"Welcome to New York, ladies, and enjoy your stay," said the owner of the "Lodging House", which was the hotel we were staying at. They say it used to be a lodging house for the newsboys of New York, during the late 1800's and early 1900's, and that the owner was a descendant of the original.
I was on vacation with two of my best friends, Laura (we called her Spot Conlon) and Kathwren (a.k.a. RaceTrack). My Aunt Donna Sue was taking me on a vacation, and I could choose anywhere in the world to go to. She also said I could pick a friend (or two) to come with us. We had thought of New York at the same time, although none of us knew why.
It was not a large hotel, and we got the last room that was open. It was upstairs at the end of the hall, separated from the rest of the rooms.
That night, we stayed up pretty late talking, till about 3 in the morning. We'd been sitting on Race's bed and decided it was time to sleep.
"Hey, Blink, move over! How am I supposed to get into my bed, if you're blocking the only way out?" Spot said to me (my nick name is KidBlink, my real name is Sarah. We had made the nicknames up, and hadn't got them from anywhere.).
"Yeah, whatever," I stood up (or tried to), for the top bunk was too low, and I banged my head on it. I fell on the ground, unconscious, and Race and Spot leaned forward to help, but they weren't much help, because they did the exact same thing I did.
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When I woke up, I had a killer headache, so I went to the bathroom to get some Tylenol. On the way I heard. singing. I forgot about the Tylenol, and followed the source of the noise.
I stepped out of the hallway, and just about got ran over by a teenage boy chasing another, for a towel.
"Hey Race!" the one in front said, shaking the towel, "you want this?"
"C'mon Skittery! Just give me the towel!" said the other boy, who had shaving cream all over his face. They both talked with a heavy New York accent.
They ran down the stairwell, and I leaned over, watching them. But, once again, my good luck kicked in, and I fell over.
I toppled down the stairs, and right into one of the boys. He grabbed the towel, wiped his face off, and when he saw me he started making weird faces at me, then at the other boy, Skittery. What a weird name.
I then discovered the cause of my fall. I was wearing an ankle long, heavy, ugly, old-fashioned dress. Not to mention the most uncomfortable shoes on the face of the earth. I must have tripped on one, or both.
"Hey Mush!" he yelled up the stairs, "Come down 'ere!"
"What?" yet another boy poked his head out the doorway, with an annoyed look on his face.
"Dis goil one o' yours?" the shaving cream boy said, indicating me.
"Ta tell ya da truth, RaceTrack, I don't rememba' dis one. Wish I did, but I don't."
That's when I realized that "shaving cream boy" was really called RaceTrack. (Sound familiar?)
Skittery finally said to me, "Youse got a tongue?"
"What?" I had just been sitting there, thinking about the possibilities of our Race, and their Race, and many other things: how did we get here? The hotel looked different than when we first got there. It was the same layout, newer but old-fashioned. Why was I wearing the dress anyway?
Then I figured it out. It was weird but had to be true, like something you'd read or see in a movie. The "bump" had made us go back in time. Now we had to figure out just how far back.
"All righty then. If Mush don't rememba 'er, and she ain't talkin', who is she?" Race asked, to no one in particular.
"Um. can I say something?" I said trying to get up (those shoes were deadly.)
"Ya? What is it?" Mush asked, raising an eyebrow.
Race said, mock surprised, "She does speak!"
I glared at him. "Ya. Anyway, my friends call me KidBlink and." I stopped. Race stopped play-punching Skittery, and they all looked down at me in silence. "What?" I asked, "What's so shocking about that? Oh yeah, I forgot about something, hey Race, come with me," and with that I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards our room.
How was it? Like it? Hate it? Plz review, I'll luv u 4ever! Just a "good story" or a "bad story" will suffice. Let's start counting how many we can get! Ready.. set...Click the purple button! lol
~Vix