A/N-shoot me. Just shoot me. Make me stop having new story ideas, starting the story and never finishing it. Seriously. I'm going to drive myself, and you too, crazy with all my unfinished stories. I'm really sorry about that. And I'm apologizing in the author's note for a new story. sigh, this is really bad guys. I need serious, serious help.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Newsies, nor any of the characters in Newsies. I do own all original characters unless otherwise specified. Lalala, you know the drill. If you don't recognize it and I haven't said anything else, it's probably the product of my overactive imagination. Glens Falls, NY is a real place. I, however, have no idea if there is a Charles Hughes high school. Now, on with the story.
FEEBLE ATTRACTION
Chapter One
"One more month!" Allison Johnston exclaimed to her boyfriend, Jack Kelly. The two were walking hand in hand through the parking lot of Charles Hughes High School after school had let out. The early September day was crisp, as they usually are in Glens Falls, New York. The sky had barley a cloud in site, making the view of the Adirondack Mountains quite sharp.
"Til what?" Jack asked dumbly.
"What to you mean "til what?"?" Allie asked, stopping dead in her tracks and dropping Jack's hand. "You didn't forget, did you?" Jack too stopped, racking his brain for any information. If he took a wild guess, Allie would go on a rampage and start bitching about how "you never pay any attention to me when I talk" and others things of the sort. He twisted his face into a look of immense concentration as Allie stood by, impatiently tapping her foot.
"You mean...til Nationals?" he asked tentatively, hoping he had guessed correctly.
"Of course!" the short girl exclaimed in a matter-a-fact tone. She brushed a lock of wavy, dirty blonde hair out of her face.
"But..." Jack paused, slipping his arm around her small waist as they continued towards his car. "That's the last game of the season!"
"Oh I know Honey. But how often does a girl get to go to Nationals?"
"In your case, isn't this the third?"
"Psssh, yeah. But c'mon, we like haven't won yet. I have a feeling that this is totally the year" by this time, the couple had reached Jack's 1999 black Civic coupe. Jack opened the passenger door for Allie, who tossed her khaki purse on the floor, then got in gracefully. With a sigh, Jack closed the door and went around to the driver's side, getting in.
"But we have a chance of being undefeated this year. That could put a lock on a scholarship. PLUS, we'll be going to Regionals" he whined, starting the car.
"Well I'm sorry. But there's no way in hell I'm gonna miss it" Allie reached over to the radio, switching the station from Jack's rock to her rap. "Besides, you don't like know that you're gonna have a perfect season. We know that we're going to Nationals."
"How could we not have a perfect season? Troy's having the season of his life! He's gotta be either the best quarterback in the state, or in the top five AT LEAST."
"You know I don't care about football" she said snidely, waving him aside. "It's just a bunch of sweaty teenage boys running into each other. Like, how savage can you get?"
"And cheerleading's a sport..." Jack shot back. The two had this argument every week, and in his opinion, it was getting a little old.
"Well, when you guys lift each other and do double fulls WHILE throwing the football, I might care" at that moment, a choppy rendition of Usher's "Yeah" filled the car. Allie flashed Jack a small smile as he turned left off the school campus. She then proceeded to pull her pink cell phone out of her purse and push the "accept" button.
"Hey babe" she said cheerfully as she brought the cell phone to her ear. Jack let out another sigh, bringing his attention back to the road. Sometimes he wasn't even sure why he was dating Allie. The two of them were so different. Their priorities differed, their lifestyles differed, and even their interests differed. What did they even have in common? Jack took a glance at his girlfriend gabbing away on her cell phone. Sure, she was pretty hott. Plenty of his friends expressed their opinions on how if she were single they'd "bang her in a heartbeat." But that wasn't what mattered was it? Was it really all about the way her hair shined in the sun, the way her blue eyes twinkled when she was excited, or the way her thin lips would curl up in amusement? Did it really matter that she had a small waist and a relatively modest figure? Alright, he'd seen way better. Sure, she was small but she was athletic. He wasn't going to deny the fact that his girlfriend was hott. And he wasn't going to deny the fact that plenty of guys were jealous of him because she was his girlfriend. But the relationship was beginning to become less fun and more like a chore.
Jack pushed the thoughts aside as he pulled into the gated driveway of Allie's house. Well, it was more like a mansion than a house. God! She was even richer than him. They just didn't fit together.
"Just drop me off right here hun" she said, hanging up the phone and pointing to a piece of driveway next to a brand new BMW X5, red of course.
"You got a new car...?!?!" he asked in shock.
"Of course" she said in a "duh" voice. "After I totaled the Mercedes, daddy wanted me to have something of substance. Or something like that" she flipped her shoulder blade length hair over her shoulder. "Now I gotta get to practice. I'll like call you tonight, ok?"
"Yeah..." Jack said a bit reluctantly, angry at the fact that her parents had sprung for a new car only three days after she wrecked her first one.
"Bye babe" Allie leaned over the gearshift, slipping her small arm around Jack's waist. She pushed her lips against his and he instinctively grabbed onto her waist, pulling her closer to him. Oh how he loved the way she felt in his arms, the way she smelt, how she pushed her body against his body, her mouth against his mouth, breaking the barrier of his lips with just enough tongue to make him want more before she pulled away. "Love ya" she added a quick peck on his lips and then, grabbing her purse, hopped out of the car.
Ah yes, Jack reminded himself. That's why we're still together.
