Newsies 2004
Chapter 6
AN: Okay, the guys get to go on a ((super hero voice)) SHOPPING ADVENTURE! Heh, this should be fun. . . I don't own ANY of the departments that they venture into. So there's the disclaimer for that. :D
As I drove down the highway jamming out to my music, David kept tapping my shoulder and telling me to turn it down. That would only make me turn it UP.
"For the love of God, turn that trash down, Blue!" David complained, squashing his hands as far as they would go over his ears. This almost made my foot slip off the gas pedal. TRASH! Who the hell did he think he was kidding? This isn't trash. Rap is trash, country is trash, pop is trash, this is art. This is poetry with guitars and drums. Well so is every other type of song, but this is different. I've just grown up around punk rock, can you blame me? I glanced at David in my rearview mirror.
"Look, Davey. My car, my rules which means I have control over the radio." I said.
"Well is 'dere anythin' less. . .loud?" Pie Eater asked.
"No, sorry, Pie. I'm afraid I don't carry 1899 Classics around with me." I said sarcastically, reached over, and turned the volume back up once again and The Red Hot Valentines' song "Wait For Summer" reached my ears.
One by one they melt away
From the sun they turn to rain, running in the streets
I've been saving up my dreams
I've been saving good feelings
Until the sun comes calling out to me
And if I could I'd take you there
But until then...
I sang the words easily as I have many times before. The Red Hot Valentines aren't really punk rock, they're more indie. But you can blame Erin and Jordan for that one as they were the ones who got me into them. Indie's not all THAT bad, but I prefer punk rock any day.
I've been counting the days
I've been comtemplating ways
To occupy my time
Thumb through pictures that you took
It does me good to take a look
And make me wish that we were there again
After I sang the next verse, my cell phone rang and I reluctantly turned down my radio and I heard four audible sighs of relief come from the back seat. I grinned and picked up my phone and looked at the caller I.D. It was Erin. I answered,
"What's up, Red?" I asked.
"Is that the Red Hot Valentines I hear blaring from your car?" Erin asked suspiciously, ignoring the nickname.
"Why yes it is. How ever did you know?" I asked innocently.
"I just had a hunch. Plus I can hear you all the way from back here."
"Liar. Jordan called you and told you because she can probably hear it." I accused and Erin laughed.
"You caught me, yeah Jordan called. Have the guys started to give you shit about the music yet?"
"Yeah, Davey started as soon as we got on the highway,"
"Well who wouldn't?" I heard David grumble.
"Specs wanted to know who in their right mind sings like that-" Erin continued.
"-Disturbed?"
"The very same. And Race wanted to know-"
"-Do me a favor and DON'T mention his name."
"Why?"
"Because he's a jackass that's why. Look I'll see you in a few, okay?" I said and hung up, not waiting for a reply. Instead I punched in the number seven, all while glancing at the road now and again, and hit 'talk' and the phone instantly began to dial Jordan's number automatically. She picked up on the third ring.
"Talk to me, Blue." Jordan said by a way of greeting. Damn that Racetrack and his nicknames! It was starting to grow on me.
"Heya, Blue!" I heard a voice shout into the phone.
"Mush, stop, sit down! Blink, put my sunglasses back. Jinx, Dutchy, stop playing with the seatbelts." Jordan commanded the boys in her car. I couldn't help but laugh. At least the boys in my car weren't as curious as the bunch in Jordan's car and I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
"Sounds like you have your hands full." I said. Jordan sighed.
"It's been like this since we left the driveway. We need to get them up to speed on 2004 objects and pronto. They've been investigating my car, even the cracks between the seats! They found stuff that I didn't even know was back there!" Jordan said with exasperation. I laughed again and I heard her tell Blink to stop rolling the window up and down.
"Don't worry, Hollywood, we'll find a way to get them to fit in." I said. Bumlets, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was currently moving the back part of the seat up and down and kept hitting Skittery in the process. I sighed and told Jordan that I had to go and, apparently so did she because Dutchy had found a Jack In The Box bag stuffed underneath the seat, we hung up. After five more minutes of driving down the open road while jamming out to more of The Red Hot Valentines, much to David's utter disgust, we pulled into the parking lot of the East Star Mall, parked side by side and everyone piled out of the cars.
The guys looked around them in total awe at the sight of more cars and the huge building in front of us. We all started the walk up to the front doors and a large flag waved in the wind on its metal pole, and yeah you guessed it, the guys started up at that. THAT of all things. Weren't flags around in 1899? Eh, shows how much I know.
If I said that we didn't get strange looks I would be lying through my teeth. People couldn't help but gawk at the clothing the guys were decked in and I somehow couldn't blame them. It wasn't very common for teenage guys to be wearing pants and suspenders and vests and hats of that style.
"Where do you think we should go first?" Jordan asked, stopping and making the guys come to a screeching halt, as they were looking at all the shops.
"American Eagle?" Erin suggested. Jordan shuddered and shook her head.
"You two can take them, but I will not set foot in an AE. They intimidate me." She said. So Erin and I took the guys who were interested in AE, those guys were Mush, Pie Eater, Spot and Jack, and Jordan took the rest into a nearby Old Navy.
After me, Erin, and the guys stepped into American Eagle, I looked around.
"Okay, anything you guys see that you might like, pick it out, try it on and if it fits we'll buy it." I explained.
"But wes don' like anythin' heah." Spot said, poking the tip of his cane into a pair of jeans.
"How do you know? You haven't even looked!" Erin said.
" 'Cuz all this stuff looks goily." Jack said.
"Just because it's not from 1899 doesn't mean it's girly. Come on, guys, just look would you?" I pleaded and Mush, who I could tell right away was eager to look at some stuff, plunged right in and headed over to the polo shirts. Luckily no one else was in the store at the time and we were only receiving looks from the employees.
"Oh, here's something. Jack, come here!" Erin called out and Jack walked up lazily, his hands in his pockets and a bored-as-hell look on his face. Erin took a shirt off a rack and held it up in front of her. The shirt was a light orange with a bucking bronco and a cowboy was the rider. Underneath, it said "I'm a Cowboy" and had "American Eagle" underneath that in smaller print. Jack's look flew from his face and he snatched up the shirt and walked off to the jeans department.
Spot cruised the tops aisle and poked at each of them with his cane. I rolled my eyes and walked up to him.
"You know they're not painted with acid. You can pick one up and look at it," I said. Spot glared at me.
"Ise ain't wearin' 'dis stuff," Spot said.
"You need to wear something besides what you have on," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He sighed and scanned the aisle some more and saw one and cautiously took it off the rack. It was dark green and had the word "Brooklyn" on it and a light green shamrock underneath that. He glanced at me and shuffled off to join Jack in the jeans area. Fully pleased with myself, I walked over to Mush, who was having trouble deciding on the light blue or the red polo.
About an hour later, the six of us walked out of American Eagle clutching bulging bags. The guys were all wearing another outfit, each one one that they had picked out. Mush had decided on getting both polo shirts and was wearing the light blue one with loose fitting jeans. Jack was wearing his cowboy shirt, his chest sticking out proudly, with bootcut jeans. Pie Eater wore a long sleeved, striped blue shirt with another shirt underneath it and relaxed straight-leg jeans. Spot wore a very light orange academy plaid shirt and cargo shorts. Erin and I also bought them shoes, since their current ones would not clash very well with the clothes.
We met up with Jordan and the rest of the guys at the food court and they were all wearing brand new clothes as well. I spotted eight Old Navy bags, three Hot Topic Bags and one Bath and Body Works bag. Wait, Bath and Body Works? That wasn't a clothes department! Of course, it was sitting in front of Jordan. Neither was Hot Topic, though they did have a small selection of clothes, but those bags were sitting in front of Skittery, Jinx and Jordan.
After the boys showed off their purchases to everyone, I offered to pay for lunch. I asked what everyone wanted and was bombarded with orders from Erin and Jordan.
"Stop! The guys don't know what they want so I'll just get a little of everything," I said and stomped away. I had to keep coming back to the table because as soon as I set one huge tray of something down I had to go back and get another. Finally there were options like Chick-Fil-A, Chinese food, Japanese food, Mc. Donalds, HUGE slices of pizza, Subway, Dairy Queen. . I could go on but I won't. The guys tried a little of everything.
"Wha's 'dis again?" Specs asked as he picked up a slice of cheese pizza and took a bite. He started to pull the slice away when a long string of cheese wouldn't let go. He pulled and pulled until it was so long that when it was finally disconnected, Specs had to stop it from swinging onto his new shirt. Me, Jordan, Erin, and the other guys laughed.
"That's called pizza, Specs." Jordan said again through her laughter. After an eventful half-hour of lunch, the guys gathered up their new belongings, threw the trash away and all fifteen of us walked out of the mall, not getting a single strange glance as we passed.
AN: I DON'T OWN THE RED HOT VALENTINES! Sorry, thought I'd get that out. I know this was kinda short, but I wanted to get this out as quickly as I could. I hope everyone liked it!
Jack- Yeah, I love my new shirt ((sticks out chest proudly))
Spot- You? What about me and my Brooklyn shirt? ((points to his shirt))
Jack- Aw, Brooklyn ain't nothin' compared to me Cowboy shirt
Spot- ((growls)) Why you little-
((stomps on Spot's foot)) OK, that's enough of that. ((holds back Spot while Jack leans against the wall and watches with amusement))
Jack- ((yawns)) Please review