Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies, Disney does * sob * but I do own
everybody else (besides Connie, she owns herself).
Shoutouts:
Connie: Noooooo a younger one
LilRainAngel: Glad ya like it :)
Melinda Becker: Thanks!!! Now you have to update or else I won't!!!! (hehe):)
Lindi: glad you're back ummmm I'm not sure when I'll put you in but it'll be soon :)
Sphinxx: Glad ya like it! :)
A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to update but it refused to be nice to me, but I am happy to say that I finally wrote it and I can now get on to the next chapter 'cause I like this story.
Chapter 3: New Acquaintances
A WEEK LATER
Once Connie arrived at Mr. Rossini's Fine Italian Deli, she ran into Anne, who'd been missing since breakfast. "Anne where've you been? We've been worried sick." Connie said to find out that her best friend hadn't done anything stupid. yet.
"I'm sorry!" Anne said apologetically, "I just really needed to think so I decided to take a walk."
Just as Connie was about to reply, there was a deafening sound of a body crashing through glass, followed by a dull thud of it hitting cement. Startled by the sound of breaking glass, the girls jumped out of the way of flying glass.
"Why doncha just leave! Ya over-grown scabbers!" they heard a boy's voice say.
"Why don't you pipe down, and let Mr. Rossini pay us what he owes." A gruff voice said menacingly.
"He don't owe you a ting!" another voice said defiantly. "So why don't you just leave!"
"Lemme think 'bout that." the gruff voice said chuckling. "Hmm. how 'bout . NO! Get outta da way bore I have my friend's there hoit ya." The voice said laughing menacingly. " What didja say old man?! I couldn't hear ya."
"I said I'll pay ya, just don't hurt the boys." Mr. Rossini said, his voice wavering slightly.
"Good. I suppose I'll leave the shrimps alone" then paused " for now" he said laughing evilly.
"Hey! We aren't shrimps, we're newsies." The first boy said defiantly.
"Oh, really?" one of the gruff voices goons said chuckling "Prove it!"
By this time, the girls got close enough to the broken window to look inside.
"We will." The brunette said confidently as he hit the closest mobster in the face.
"Oh, so you want to play rough, huh shrimps?" The man with the gruff voice said, pulling out his brass knuckles.
"Wese ain't shrimps!" the blonde said rushing at the man. Once the blonde tackled him to the ground the mobster's goons rushed to get the boy off their leader, but before they could lay a hand on him, the brunette came to his friend's rescue. After a few minutes the boys managed to give the mobsters some rather ugly bruises and chased them out of the Deli.
After dusting his hands on his pants, the blonde cleared his throat and said, "Excuse us goils, me and my pal here, just hadda clear off some of dose roaches here."
The brunette said something in Italian to Mr. Rossini pointing in the girls' direction. When Mr. Rossini answered the brunette blushed.
Once recovering from the shock of what they had just witnessed, Connie said inquisitively, " I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your names." "I'm Spot Conlon, leader of the Brooklyn newsies, and dis here is my friend Racetrack Higgins, a Manhattan newsie." The blonde newsie said rather arrogantly.
"Oh, never heard of you, but I'm Connie Kendry and this is my best friend Anne Collins." Connie said oblivious to the slightly annoyed look Spot gave her.
Before leaving Spot turned and said, "Hey, youse goils wanna come to a little get together weses having with da Manhattan newsies tomorra night at the Brooklyn Lodging House."
After looking at each other they both said "Sure!" at the same time causing both girls to start giggling.
"Great, meet us here tomorrow at seven."
Shoutouts:
Connie: Noooooo a younger one
LilRainAngel: Glad ya like it :)
Melinda Becker: Thanks!!! Now you have to update or else I won't!!!! (hehe):)
Lindi: glad you're back ummmm I'm not sure when I'll put you in but it'll be soon :)
Sphinxx: Glad ya like it! :)
A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to update but it refused to be nice to me, but I am happy to say that I finally wrote it and I can now get on to the next chapter 'cause I like this story.
Chapter 3: New Acquaintances
A WEEK LATER
Once Connie arrived at Mr. Rossini's Fine Italian Deli, she ran into Anne, who'd been missing since breakfast. "Anne where've you been? We've been worried sick." Connie said to find out that her best friend hadn't done anything stupid. yet.
"I'm sorry!" Anne said apologetically, "I just really needed to think so I decided to take a walk."
Just as Connie was about to reply, there was a deafening sound of a body crashing through glass, followed by a dull thud of it hitting cement. Startled by the sound of breaking glass, the girls jumped out of the way of flying glass.
"Why doncha just leave! Ya over-grown scabbers!" they heard a boy's voice say.
"Why don't you pipe down, and let Mr. Rossini pay us what he owes." A gruff voice said menacingly.
"He don't owe you a ting!" another voice said defiantly. "So why don't you just leave!"
"Lemme think 'bout that." the gruff voice said chuckling. "Hmm. how 'bout . NO! Get outta da way bore I have my friend's there hoit ya." The voice said laughing menacingly. " What didja say old man?! I couldn't hear ya."
"I said I'll pay ya, just don't hurt the boys." Mr. Rossini said, his voice wavering slightly.
"Good. I suppose I'll leave the shrimps alone" then paused " for now" he said laughing evilly.
"Hey! We aren't shrimps, we're newsies." The first boy said defiantly.
"Oh, really?" one of the gruff voices goons said chuckling "Prove it!"
By this time, the girls got close enough to the broken window to look inside.
"We will." The brunette said confidently as he hit the closest mobster in the face.
"Oh, so you want to play rough, huh shrimps?" The man with the gruff voice said, pulling out his brass knuckles.
"Wese ain't shrimps!" the blonde said rushing at the man. Once the blonde tackled him to the ground the mobster's goons rushed to get the boy off their leader, but before they could lay a hand on him, the brunette came to his friend's rescue. After a few minutes the boys managed to give the mobsters some rather ugly bruises and chased them out of the Deli.
After dusting his hands on his pants, the blonde cleared his throat and said, "Excuse us goils, me and my pal here, just hadda clear off some of dose roaches here."
The brunette said something in Italian to Mr. Rossini pointing in the girls' direction. When Mr. Rossini answered the brunette blushed.
Once recovering from the shock of what they had just witnessed, Connie said inquisitively, " I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your names." "I'm Spot Conlon, leader of the Brooklyn newsies, and dis here is my friend Racetrack Higgins, a Manhattan newsie." The blonde newsie said rather arrogantly.
"Oh, never heard of you, but I'm Connie Kendry and this is my best friend Anne Collins." Connie said oblivious to the slightly annoyed look Spot gave her.
Before leaving Spot turned and said, "Hey, youse goils wanna come to a little get together weses having with da Manhattan newsies tomorra night at the Brooklyn Lodging House."
After looking at each other they both said "Sure!" at the same time causing both girls to start giggling.
"Great, meet us here tomorrow at seven."