By: Nightingale
Rating: PG13
Part 3Alison was Gin's best friend and as they walked down the street she noticed Gin off in another world.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"I know better than that."
"Nothing!" she shouted
"Alright."
Gin felt sorry about talking that way to her friend but her eyes still searched the crowd for newsies. She felt so guilty after what had happened to that newsie those few days ago.
"Alison?" Gin asked her best friend after they had been walking down the street in silence for quite a time.
"Yeah"
"What do you think about…well about love?"
"Love? Love is what we read about in books my dear." Laughed Alison
"Well you see I think I'm in love."
"That's wonderful."
"It's not with that horrible Heptson man." Explained Gin
"Oh…It'll come." Reasoned Alison
"I'm in love with a newsie" Gin confessed, "I barely know him. But the feeling of him near is something I've never felt before. Mr. Heptson. Mr. Heptson…I hate him. He's like a mole."
"He looks like one" laughed Alison trying to lighten the mood
"He's a terrible man who runs through life without seeing anyone else. He's blind to every need but his own."
"I don't know what to say."
"I've had dreams of marring Jack instead of that Mole."
"Who's Jack? Never mind listen to me. Here comes the bride is a lovely little ditty but marrying for love is a foolish thing to do. Cause love won't pay the mortgage or put porridge in your bowl. Dearie marry the Mole."
"How can I marry someone who I could out wit with no effort."
"True it's a fact that he's not exactly witty. He's blinder than a bat but at least his eyes are blue. His breath may be alarming but he's charming...for a troll. Dearie marry the Mole."
"But if this is love-"
"Romeo and Juliet were very much in love when they were wed. They honored every vow but where are they now? They're dead!"
"But-"
"Dead!"
"I-"
"Very, very dead."
Gin put her hands on her hips giving up on trying to reason with her.
"Poor Nightingale your brain's so itty bitty. I hate to seem a pest but I know what's best for you. Just think of all the ways that you can decorate his home."
"Is that all you live for with your husband?"
"Take my advice. I'll bring the rice. Dearie marry the Mole."
"But I love-"
"Marry the mole."
"How can I when-"
"Marry that mole."
"You don't understand at all-"
"M is for money OLE."
"I'm not like you and my mother. I don't care for money and if it was my choice I would live poor and happy rather than rich and with that...that...MOLE!"
Gin stormed away from her friend. She had expected support from her friend not reprimand. After getting a block or two ahead of her friend a newsie approached her.
"Buy a paper Miss?"
She turned to see the boy with a crutch under his arm.
"Yes" she stated grabbing for her purse to pull out a penny
He gave her the paper and was about to hobble off but she stopped him.
"I was wondering if you know a friend of mine."
"I might" he offered
"His name is Jack. He's a newsie and-"
"You know Jack?"
"Kinda see I want to offer an-"
"He got beat up pretty bad the other day."
"So I heard."
"Do you want to go see him?"
"Me…go see him?"
"Of course"
Gin thought about it for a moment. She looked back at her friend who was still a few steps behind her.