Blink Get's His Saturday Night
Chapter Two

I don't own Newsies or the mayor of New York in 1899. He owns himself. But I do own the characteristics

After the talk with my father I was sent upstairs to get ready for this whole ordeal. I did really hope it was short. My nanny Lisa was in my room. There was a dress lying on my bed, ready. I changed into it. I had worn this dress only once before to a banquet when my father was announced mayor. I sighed thinking about that night and the simply horrid night I was to have.

"Ms. Dacey, if you will sit in the chair I will fix your hair." Lisa said pulling out a chair in front of my mirror.

"Yes. My hair." My hair was in a horrible mess. I hadn't brushed it this morning and it had a few knots in it.

Lisa combed, brushed, parted and braided my hair into long French braids. At the end she twisted them to make two buns. I smiled my approval. Lisa will make a great mother, there's a rumor she's pregnant. But rumors are a nuisance.

"Thank you, Lisa." I said and straightened my dress as I stood up. I walked out of my room and onto the top of the stairs. I looked out of a window downstairs. The sun was setting. It was night. Time for my good charitable deed. Perhaps I would get a Nobel Peace Prize out of this.

I walked down the stairs and waited for my father. He was to walk me to the carriage, which would be holding the dirty scum I was going to be going to the Irving Hall with. Medda had such great shows; I couldn't believe I had to go see her with a Newsie.

"Alright, Dacey, I can't thank you enough for doing this for me." My father walked out of the kitchen and opened the front door. I sighed when I saw the carriage. There was indeed someone sitting in it. My father had to give me a little push to move down the steps and onto the road. He then opened the door and had to push me a little more to actually get in. I sat next to this Newsie without even looking at him.

"Have fun." My father said and closed the door. God no, he left me with this stranger. Then we started moving. I concentrated on the clopping of the horse's hooves. Neither of us bothered to say anything. I glanced over at the Newsie who was looking at his shoes. He had a patch over his left eye. What was he a pirate? He looked up and over at me. I quickly fixed my gazed back at the floor. I felt like I was in school stealing glances at the boys I fancied. Well, I certainly did not fancy this young man with a patch over his eye. I looked over at him again. Although, he was rather cute. I figured we had to talk sometime.

"I'm Dacianna, but I suppose you might as well call Dacey. Dacianna is rather stupid sounding." I said and stuck up out my hand.

"Kid Blink." Kid Blink brought his hand up to his mouth like he was going to spit in it. I gave him a terrified look and he jumped slightly and shook my hand. "You'se can just called me Blink, or Kid or Kid Blink, whatever you choose."

I nodded and clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth. I felt rather nervous which was strange. I never felt nervous around boys, especially street rats like this. I continued my nervous clicking and Blink laughed. I looked up. Lord, does he have the cutest smile. I smiled back.

"Have you ever been to Medda's" We both asked at the same time.
"Sorry." We both mumbled at the same time.
"Yes. I've been to Medda's before. Have you?" I asked looking out the window.
"I'se goes there a lot. She's da greatest." Blink said as the carriage stopped moving.

The driver got out and opened the door. Blink got out and held his hand out to help me out. Someone had given him a nice suit, but he still wore an old Newsie cap. Atleast he had common manners. I took his hand and hopped out in front of Medda's.

We walked in. Close behind us two men, I assumed were my father's guards, followed us in. I hated to admit it, but those guards were a pain. I looked back at them and sighed.

"C'mon." Blink said and pulled me into the crowd that entering the theatre. He pulled me into a row where in the middle there were only two seats. Excellent. The guards wouldn't be able to sit near to us. "Keep your head down." He mumbled. I glanced over at two confused guards who were sitting five rows up. I nudged Blink and he looked back and laughed. We laughed quietly until Medda came out.

"Welcome to the show!" She said and did a little twirl. "Hello Blink!" Medda said quietly and waved at Blink and I. Blink smiled and waved back. Shortly after, Medda starting singing boring dragging songs that were really beautiful but nonetheless boring. We were definitely at the non- liveliest show Medda had. I believe Blink and I were the only ones there under the age of twenty-five. During one particular boring and dragging song Blink taped me on the shoulder.

"Dis is lively, huh?" Blink asked with his lovely smile. I laughed and nodded.
"Very."
"Do ya wanna go?" He asked.
"Well I suppose I'll have to go tell the guards..er my Father's friends." I said.
"No. Leave without dem. We can get somethin' to eat." He said looking antsy.
"Oh. I don't..." I stopped and looked at his hopeful face."Okay."

With that he grabbed my hand and pushed me down. We crawled to the isle. Yes, crawled. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. Well, actually I was more embarrassed later on, but I'll talk about that later. Once we got to the isle we stood up and slipped through the crowd to the front door. Blink nodded to the men at the door and strutted out with me still holding his hand. Once I realized I was still holding his hand I let go immediately.

"That was rather exciting." I said as we walked on the sidewalk. It was dark and I wasn't accustomed to being out like this, so I walked rather close to him. He was about three inches or so taller than me.

"Yeah, I hated to leave Medda wid out a goodbye." He said.