Disclaimer: Do not own the Newsies, though I'm currently inquiring as to how much Disney wants for them. Do not own the somg lyrics. Do not own Rounder, Chip, Cake, Steel, or Famous, they belong to the genius, SATURDAY! EVERYONE CLAP! (crickets chirp) Anyways.
Author's Note: The 8th was my birthday, so this is my late gift to you, from me.(I know, it's MY birhtday, and I'm giving YOU a present. How cool is THAT?!) Anywho, I know Kathleen, Piston, Slice, the bacon anytime it pops up, Adrian, and anything else that's extremely random that manages to work itself it. LOL, enjoy!
Ch. 5-Switchblade's Story
After Adrian had yelled at us to clean up the mess our pillow fight had caused, we set to work, cleaning and restoring some semblance of order to the lodging house. Admittedely, it was a bigger job then five of us could handle, but we gave it a shot anyways.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Back when Famous Williams led Queens(this was after she and Race broke up), I was a newbie. I knew no one in NYC, my parents had just died, and she and her newsies took me in. I owe her a lot, but I never got to thank her. One day she was here, then the next...she just wasn't.
Anyways, she had these four guy friends-Rounder, Chip, Cake, and Steel- and they pretty much turned the lodging house into a giant party every night. Rounder's always singing, when I last saw him, Cake was in a Sherlock Holmes funk, Chip was trying to market himself to cookie companies, and Steel...well, actually, Steel had just won the inter-newsies poker championships, so he was really happy."
"So...they're back?" asked Finch, not sounding like she much liked the prospect. "I guess so" I replied. "But for how long, I don't know." "Oh, frickin' joy, oh frickin' rapture" Izzy said under her breath. "Guys, if they DO show up, they will be given a nice welcome, we won't let Rounder or Chip near the matches, and they'll tell us what they want." Their looks said,'Uh-huh, sure. Hoo boy."HELLO!! ANYBODY HOME?!" I heard a voice call up the stairs about 10 minutes later. I could also hear somebody humming 'Zoot Suit Riot', ya know, that song by The Cherry Poppin' Daddies? good song. But...I'm getting off-track. Anyways, I poked my head around the corner on the landing, and saw the Queens Boys, and-my jaw dropped. They had Famous with them.
My mentor, protector, and all around great friend, I hadn't seen Famous since she left about two or three years ago. I ran down the stairs at breakneck speed, and gathered them all into a ginormous hug, crushing a lung or two in the process, I'm sure. (A/N: Yes, 'ginormous' is a word. LOL)
"AACK!" Famous screamed after I let her go. "What the HELL are you tryin' ta do, kill me?! I mean, I love ya, Blade, but no more humungous hugs like that, promise?" "Deal" I said, shaking her outstretched hand."BLADE!" the guys screamed, piling on top of me.
"Famous never stopped talking about you" said Rounder. "She said you were insane and too strong-willed for your own good, and you'd wind up dead because you had a humungous mouth."He smiled his disarmingly charming smile at me, but I was still a little dazed.
"You guys almost burned down the lodging house!" Rook said, coming up behind me. "That's why ya left in the first place, 'cause Adrian kicked youse out. Said you were gonna kill us all one day."
Rounder had looked up when Rook started to speak, and was now gazing at him with an expression that bordered on reverent awe.
It was quite amusing, to tell you the truth. But I digress. "Hey, Rook" said Eagle, coming to join us. "Looks like you've got the beginnings of your very own fan club." She elbowed Rounder in the ribs. "He kinda has that effect on people." Rook blushed bright pink. "I do NOT!!" "You do too.""Do not."
"Do too."
"Do NOT!"
"Do TOO!"
"Do NOT!"
"DO TOO!" "GUYS!" Izzy yelled, sounding very amused as she walked over and clapped a pale hand over each of their mouths. "Shut the hell up, will ya?" They nodded in unison, and she released their mouths. Chip walked over and wrapped me in a hug.
"Heya, Blade, last time I saw you, youse were about 6 inches shorter. Whaddaya eat for breakfast, Miracle-Gro?"
I laughed. Typical Chip question.
"Yeah, three years'll do that to ya, ya know? Last time I saw YOU, you had really short hair. You've let yourself go. I like it."
Chip grinned, and shoved a piece of his shaggy dark hair out of his eyes. "Yeah, it also doesn't help that I don't have any money to go get my hair cut, cause SOMEONE talked me into betting on a horse that was absolute CRAP!!" "Just 'cause you're a sore loser" Steel muttered. "Doesn't make it my fault.""Shut up."
"You shut up."
"No, YOU shut up!"
"YOU shut up!" There was a piercing whistle. Music had stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled at such a high pitch that we all clapped our hands over our ears.
"That's better" she said, wiping her fingers on her pants. "Now. If youse two would kindly shut up and pay attention to Blade, she's been trying to get your attention for the past 20 minutes."
They all turned and looked at me.I smiled at Music and mouthed,"Thank you!" She grinned at me.
"Like she said...I have an announcement. You guys are welcome to stay as long as you like, provided you stay away from flammable substances, Famous doesn't go into the garden, and Cake stays away from my mystery novels, or he'll be quoting Sherlock Holmes in his sleep. You have NO IDEA how annoying that is." Cake grinned. "Actually, Blade, I've now moved on to Westerns. More action, ya know?" "Whatever" I muttered, thinking that all Queens newsies are loonies. But then again, isn't everyone?END CHAPTER
Yeah...this chapter managed to go in an EXTREMELY weird direction, and I love it. LOL! Anyways...hope all y'all liked it, and, Ms. Saturday, I hope I did your wonderful characters justice! LOL, they were SOOOOOO much fun to work with. Rounder was bitching about being shoved in a box, but he forgives you.
ROUNDER: Yeah, but it was an insult to my dignity.
ME: Rounder, you don't have any dignity. ROUNDER: pouts CHIP: Aw, quit yer whinin'! Suck it up and be a man!
CAKE: snorts Like that'll ever happen.
MUSIC: You guys, be nice! He's been insulted! cuddles
Aaaaaaaaaugh, my muses are rather frightening, to say the very least. But I love them anyways, yes I do! glomps muses Anyways, on to shoutouts:
CHECKMATE: You win the award for shortest review EVER! J/k, I'm glad you're still interested in my little tale. Love ya, thanx for the review! P.S.-Rook says he wants to become an emancipated minor! J/k!
Eagle Higgins-Conlon: Yes, you may have a make-out scene! (waves magic wand and blue glitter falls) I shall work it in as soon as I can. Glad you liked, thanx for the review!
SATURDAY: I am SOOOOOO glad you're allowing me to use your darling characters! hugs them all They were mucho divertido to work with. And I LOVE LOVE LOVE 42nd St., so now Rounder is forever my favorite. Latah, love ya, bye!
P.S.-WordPad sucks ASS!!!!
Ducks-Go-Quack-00: Yes, pillow fights are awesome, and we don't get bacon very often at my house, so...yeah. Me likee. Glad you enjoyed this, I shall get the next one up as soon as possible. Thanx for the review!
WORDPAD SUCKS ASS!
Toodles!