Newsies 2004

Chapter 7

AN: Woot! Thanks so much you guys for the reviews! I'm really happy

Spot- You sure don't seem like it

((rolls eyes)) Well trust me I am. Can't you tell by my gorgeous smile? ((smiles brilliantly))

Newsies- ((snicker))

((gives all the newsies death glares))

Newsies- ((stop and look around))

((sighs)) Enjoy, my faithful reviewers

The ride home was rather eventful, but David still moped about the music. Bumlets had gotten over his fascination of moving the seat up and down and I could tell Skittery was happy. Pie Eater had rolled down the window and had his elbow propped up, his chin in his hand, and letting the wind whip in his face. I couldn't help but grin as I glanced at him from the rearview mirror, wondering what he thought about all of this. Did he miss his home? Well, his home in his century? I would if one day I was plucked from the sky and dropped in a whole new time zone.

My cell phone rang, my ringer set to McFly's "5 Colours". I heard David click his tongue and I rolled my eyes, pressing the green 'talk' button.

"Talk to me." I said by way of greeting and turning down the radio at the same time.

"Kayla?"

"Dad! Hi!" I said in COMPLETE SHOCK! I didn't think he knew my cell number! He never needs to call it because I always call him. "What's up? Did you get my note?"

"Yeah, honey I did," He said. Uh oh. Something in his tone of voice didn't sound right. "So, you're at the mall?"

"I'm on my way home right now. Dad, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to get straight to the point as to why he was calling me. See, my dad trusts me enough to call him when I need to or if I'm in some kind of trouble. He's never called my cell phone in my life, not even when he gave it to me my freshman year. I heard him sigh.

"You really know how to cut to the chase, don't you?" He said, chuckling. Now it was my turn to sigh.

"Dad-"

"-I know, I know. I was talking to our agent earlier-"

"-You mean the agent for our insurance for, like, everything?"

"Yes, sweetie. Well, we were having a little conversation about the damage done to our house," He paused.

"Go on," I urged.

"Apparently we're not insured."

"WE'RE NOT!"

"No, honey. Not for earthquake damage."

"Great!" I shouted, my eyes wide. "So, I'm guessing we are for everything else?"

"Exactly. I-I don't know how this happened! Your mother apparently didn't find the need to have it," Dad said. I froze at the mention of my mother. Mother. . .I never knew her. She died giving birth to me, according to dad. She was beautiful though, long black hair like mine, but in the picture I have of her it looks raven. She had small green eyes, fair skin, and rose pink lips. Dad gave that picture to me when I was eight, when he finally told me the real reason I have no mother, and I've treasured it ever since. "Kay, you there?" I shook my head, sweeping my thoughts away.

"Yeah, dad I'm here. Well, it was a good thing that I asked Jordan if we could stay with her. She complied, of course," I said, trying to sound cheery.

"Yes, that is a good thing. Listen, baby I don't know how long we'll be there, but I'm going to arrange to have some workers come over and try and fix up the house. You'll still go to school as usual of course."

"Oh no, dad please don't make me. Not school." I said, my voice oozing sarcasm. I heard him give a laugh, a real laugh. This made me smile.

"I know. Look, I have to go but I'll see you at Jordan's. I'm going to head over there and explain it all, so get your stuff together and I'll meet you there."

"Okay, dad. I love you."

"Love you too, baby." He said, and we hung up. I put it back in its compartment and didn't bother to lean over and turn the radio back up. The car had gone completely silent, the guys listening intently. I gripped the steering wheel with both hands, my knuckles turning white. How could this have happened? I silently cursed my mom for not having gotten the insurance. Why did this have to happen to me? ME of all people! Why was I chosen? WHAT THE HELL HAD I DONE WRONG!

"Blue? Are you okay?" David asked tentatively, leaning forward in his seat between Skittery and Pie Eater. All four of them were looking at me, concern painted in their eyes. I really didn't want to talk to them right now. After all this was their fault! Okay, so maybe not but I was so mad that I wanted to blame SOMEONE.

"Fine, Davey." I said, giving him a reassuring smile. He frowned, not believing me, but I ignored him and focused my gaze back on the road in front of me.

Soon, Jordan, Erin, and I were pulling into my driveway once again. Dad was already gone and the sun was starting to look like a fiery jack-o-lantern in the sky. It must be five-thirty by now. The three of us parked and we all simultaneously ushered the guys out of our cars. I popped my trunk and heaved out the shopping bags and set them on the ground. I went over to help out Jordan and Erin but found that Blink was helping Jordan and Jack was helping Erin. I smirked and knew instantly that they all liked each other. How do I know, you ask. Well, Jordan is blushing like an idiot and Blink keeps sneaking glances at her every chance he gets. Jack's doing the same to Erin and she is grinning like a mad woman. Although you can tell she's trying to hide it. I sighed and shook my head.

" 'Dey so obvious." I heard someone mutter from behind me. I turned and saw Racetrack.

"Duh. I've have this figured out for a while now." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Foah wha'? Thoity seconds? 'Dey've been doin' it all day!" He said, motioning to the two couples. I glared at him.

"I hate you." I said.

"Right back at ya," Race said, smirking. I sighed and rolled my eyes again. "Ya know, if ya keep rollin' ya eyes 'dey's gonna get stuck like 'dat."

"Shut up." I said in a deadly tone and walked away. I could hear him snickering as I walked away. UGH! HOW HE ANNOYS ME! Why couldn't he have been left behind?

"Hey, Blue-" Jordan said. I'm really going to kill Race. "You gonna go get your stuff?"

"Yeah, just give me a minute. Dad called and said he was headed over to your place." I said and Jordan nodded.

"Okay, guys. Uh I guess just sit in a circle and Race is gonna try and teach you some Italian before we leave." Erin said, waving Race over. I had to walk past him and we purposefully bumped shoulders as we passed. I heard him sit with everyone else and start to teach them the basics.

I opened the door, my door that I've seen everyday of my life, to my house. I could see that dad had tried to tidy up the living room a bit, but to no avail. Some of his old records, his music and some other bands, were still scattered over the floor. I noticed that he took his guitar and I smiled. Dad never went anywhere without the black and silver beauty. I turned to my right and trudged up the stairs, walking the corridor to my room, and entering cautiously, as if more newsies were to suddenly show up.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I grabbed my suitcase from the back of my closet and began to pile clothes in it. I threw in my shampoo and conditioner, razor and cream, hairbrush, pretty much all the essentials. Then I piled all my schoolbooks into my backpack, as well as my binders and folders and pens and pencils and calculator. I zipped up my suitcase and backpack and, suitcase in one hand while my backpack was slung over my shoulder, I grabbed my pillow in my other free hand. I was about to walk out of my room, a place where I have no idea when I'll see it again, and that's when a thought struck me. Turning back around, I waddled over to my bedside table and snatched up the picture of my mom. THEN, I walked out of my room.

"Here, Blue let me help." Erin said, coming up the stairs and taking the suitcase. Jordan waited at the bottom and offered out her hands and so I slung the pillow into them. She glanced at the picture.

"Taking your mom?" Jordan asked. I nodded.

"I'd just feel weird if she wasn't with me." I said and Jordan nodded, understanding. Jordan didn't have a mom either, well she did but wasn't around. Mrs. Primrose was off traveling the world, or so she claims since she's been gone since Jordan was seven. Erin, coincidentally, didn't have a mom either. Mr. and Mrs. Apollo divorced when Erin was only six and Erin has never seen her since. She would joke that we were just like the Disney princesses because they didn't have mom's either. We walked outside and caught a little of Race's teaching lesson.

"Nah, Dutchy ya gotta speak moah clearly. Ciao, mi chiamo Dutchy." Race said, talking animatedly. I almost stopped. I've never heard a guy speak Italian. It was kind of sexy. Of course if would have been if HE hadn't been speaking it.

"Still on the introductions I see." Erin said putting my suitcase in my trunk and Jordan doing the same for my pillow. I followed the action with my backpack.

"Hey, it ain't as easy as it seems," Jack said. "Ciao, mi chiam-chiamo il Cricco." Jack stumbled over the words and Erin grinned. Oh yeah, she liked him.

"Okay, well we need to get going. Wait-why did we unpack the bags when we're just going to put them back in?" Jordan said, bending down and grabbing a bag. Erin and I shrugged and started to re-load the cars. Oh boy, how was Erin going to fit six guys in her car? Jordan and I laughed as we saw Spot, Blink, Jinx, Mush, Pie Eater and Dutchy all try and pile themselves inside. Spot had grabbed the front seat while the rest of them argued over the back.

"Wait! No, NO! RACE IS NOT GOING TO STAY WITH US!" I shouted, realizing that Race was standing next to Jordan, watching the scene in amusement. Everyone turned to me.

"What?" Jordan asked.

"Race is NOT staying with us!" I repeated again. God, were my friends deaf or something!

"Why?" Erin asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, Blue why not?" Race asked, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Because I hate you that's why. Nope, someone from Erin's group is going to have to switch." I said. I didn't want HIM to watch me sleep and try and kill me in the process.

"I'll do it." I heard Mush say and he climbed out of the car and jogged over to us. I smiled and I swear I could have kissed him right then. Race just shrugged and walked over to Erin's car and squeezed inside it. Fully satisfied with the change, Jordan and I separated the guys into two of ours cars and the three of us were off again. I wonder what dad's gonna say. . .

AN: Okay, I don't know if those translations were right. Please don't hurt me if they aren't! ((cowers)) I DO NOT own the Pink Panther. I don't know who created it but it certainly wasn't me. LoL.

Mush- What's McFly?

Spot- A song, ya bum. She just said!

((pause)) No I didn't. I didn't even say it was anything, just that it was a ringer.

Spot- ((pause))

Newsies- ((fall over laughing))

Spot- Aw hush up before I soak every one of you!

Newsies- ((keep laughing))

Spot- Oh! So you don't stop when I tell you to but you do when SHE does? I see how it is

Yeah. ((puts thumb and forefinger like a gun and acts like she's blowing smoke from the tip)) I'm just good like that

Spot- ((rolls eyes)) Please review

OH! One more thing, what Race is trying to teach the guys is just like the simple hello. Cricco is supposed to be Jack's name in Italian. I don't know if it really is 'cuz I just got it from a translation site so please, please, PLEASE don't sue me! Thanks:D

Dreamless-Mermaid