Newsies 2004
Chapter 8
AN: Man do I update fast or what?
Newsies- ((nod enthusiastically and all have huge smiles))
((looks at them suspiciously)) Why are you all so happy?
Davey- ((through clenched teeth and painful smile)) We got Botox
((eyes widen)) YOU DID WHAT!
Skittery- ((also through clenched teeth and painful smile)) We can't talk normally until another hour
You all got Botox with the money I gave you for pizza?
Jack- ((shakes head)) No you gave us a little card thing that said Visa or something on it
((hits head)) That's the LAST time I try to write and look for money at the same time while talking on the phone. WHY did you get it anyway?
Dutchy- ((through clenched teeth and painful smile too)) We saw this woman on the T.V. who told us we would look younger
YOU'RE ALL 17! HOW MUCH YOUNGER CAN YOU GET! My GOD boys are stupid ((sighs)) Enjoy this chapter while I try and sort this out. . .
As I drove, I continued to listen to my music but this time David wasn't in my car to complain. I think Jack, Mush and Specs were already pretty used to our music because I could see their heads bobbing along to the beat. I glanced to my right and Mush, who was in the passenger seat, was even trying to mouth the words. YES! We have turned another! VICTORY IS OURS! BWAHA! I smirked and turned up my favorite band in the world: The Clash. I fiddled with the bass until my car was practically thumping.
"I think Ise gettin' used ta 'dis woild!" Jack shouted from the back seat.
"What?" I shouted back. I give praise to whoever thought of bass to go with radios.
"I said I think Ise-" Jack shouted again and I felt my pocket vibrate. My cell phone again. I turned down my radio and heard the guys groan in disappointment.
"Yeah?" I asked as I answered. I could hear laughter on the other end and I brightened when I realized who it was. "Bookworm! Holy fuck, hey!"
"Hi! What are you up to?" Bookworm asked. Now I know I said Bookworm and I weren't the best of friends, but remember when I said that I loved her taste in books and she loved my music collection? Well she also likes the Clash, not her favorite (or so she claims), but she loves them. You may be wondering how she got my cell number. When we first met we got into this HUGE conversation about what we liked and disliked and we agreed to call each other whenever we heard something new from our favorite artists and authors. We hardly have any classes together and we really don't see each other outside of school so that's why we switched digits.
"Not much, just heading over to Jordan's." I said and came to a stop sign.
"Really? I didn't know Jordan lived by me."
"What do you mean?"
"You must be what? A few feet away?"
"Yeah Jordan's house is 1610, I'm almost there." Bookworm laughed.
"I'm 1618. I can hear you all the way from my house. I heard the Clash and I knew it was you. No one plays them as loud as you do." My eyes widened.
"Oh my God! I didn't know you lived around here! Why didn't you tell me?"
"You never asked." Bookworm said. I frowned.
"Not an excuse. Well you should come over. I'm staying at her place for a couple of days." I said. A car honked behind me. Oh shit, I guess I have to go. I didn't know that I was still at the stop sign. I was too excited by this news.
"How come?"
"The earthquake left me a bit of a present. You definitely need to stop by, I know she won't mind. Plus there's even BIGGER news." I said and I put on my right blinker and turned a corner. I drove past 1618 and grinned, knowing that Bookworm was inside.
"Cool. See you in a few."
"Later." I said and we hung up. I pulled into Jordan's driveway behind her Neon and me, Specs, Jack, and Mush piled out and met up with Jordan, Bumlets, Skittery and David. NOW we were unloading the guys' bags from the trunks along with my stuff.
"Hey, Hollywood. Bookworm called and said she could her the Clash all the way from her house,"
"Really? Wow, she has good hearing."
"No, I mean she really COULD hear it from her house. She lives in 1618." I said and pointed out Bookworm's house. Jordan's jaw dropped.
"NO FREAKIN' WAY! I had no idea!" She shouted in disbelief.
"I know. My thoughts exactly." I said and we continued to unload. Jack found a tennis ball on the ground and threw it to David and the six guys got in a circle and threw it back and forth to each other.
"Sure, leave US to do the heavy lifting. Your real charming." Jordan called to the guys.
"I'll help." I heard someone say from behind us. I turned and found Bookworm standing there in all her glory. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she was wearing a long dark red skirt, black flip-flops and a quarter sleeved black shirt. The three of us exchanged hellos and I brought Bookworm over to meet the guys.
"Guys, this is Bookworm. She lives down the street. Bookworm, this is Jack, Mush, David, Bumlets, Skittery and Specs." I said, introducing her to them. I saw her smile and give a curt nod to each guy in turn, but her eyes lingered on Specs for a minute longer. Finally she turned back to Jordan and I.
"So what's this big news you have to tell me?" She asked. Jordan and I glanced at each other.
"I think we should tell you inside. We have to convince our dad's to let them stay with us first," I said. Bookworm looked at me strangely and I laughed. "Don't worry. It'll make more sense in a minute, but whatever we say just go along with it okay?" Bookworm shrugged and nodded.
"Here, horsy boy. Carry your own bags." Jordan said, shoving the mall bags into Jack's arms. He glared at her and she glared back, turned and walked away. I shook my head and started the walk up to the house and caught a little of conversation going on between Bookworm and Specs.
"Is she always like 'dat?" Specs asked.
"Not normally. She usually doesn't care but I don't know what's got her so bogged down tonight." Bookworm said. They began to get into a more personal conversation and that's when I tuned out. I smell another two people that are about to hook up.
The nine of us walked up the steps and into Jordan's house.
"Dad! We're here!" Jordan called out. Mr. Primrose and my dad came around the corner and smiled when they saw us. They came over and hugged us and kissed us both. That's when they noticed the guys. Uh oh, I hope they knew enough Italian to pull this off. "Dad, these are our friends," Jordan said and introduced them each to our Dad's. "They're from Italy and they're gonna be staying here."
"What? Wait, why here?" Mr. Primrose asked.
"Because we agreed to do the foreign exchange program. Don't you remember, back in June? We told them we could take six of them and, well these are the six."
"No we didn't."
"Yes, dad we did. I think I would remember something as important as this." Jordan said, putting her hands on her hips. Mr. Primrose looked puzzled and I had to keep my face straight so I wouldn't laugh. Boy Jordan really knew how to act. Her face wasn't even twitching! I wanted to hug her for coming up with such a brilliant plan so fast. We both knew that our dad's could never keep a calendar of events straight because they were so busy with work. So, needless to say, they didn't really keep up in our lives. We were seniors after all.
"Are you sure?" My dad asked skeptically. Jordan and I nodded.
"All right well how long are they going to be staying?" Mr. Primrose asked. Now this was the hard part, as none of us had any idea.
"Oh the whole year. That's how the foreign exchange plan works, to let them adjust to life in America." Bookworm to the rescue. I could have hugged her too.
"Not to be rude, but who are you?" Mr. Primrose asked and Bookworm laughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Alison also known as Bookworm. I live down the street. I've got to say, Mr. Primrose you're house is so beautiful." Bookworm said. Mr. Primrose beamed proudly. He liked her already.
"Well thank you, Bookworm. All right boys, let's give you a tour of the house and then we'll show you to your room." Mr. Primrose said, and after we each set our bags down the tour began.
Fifteen minutes later, we all found ourselves piling into Jordan's room after the boys were showed where to stay. My dad had tried to talk to David and asked how he liked America so far, but I jumped in to spare David the humility of butchering the Italian language. I answered for him and by the look in his eyes after my dad turned away he was grateful. Bookworm stayed with us for a little while and I decided to tell her about the REAL reason the guys were faking the next day. I wanted to tell all of my friends, but not individually so that I wouldn't have to keep redoing it. Lunch would be the best time and I guess Bookworm figured this out because she didn't ask any questions.
Bookworm finally left around eleven, much to the disappointment of Specs, and Jordan and I pushed the guys out of our room. When they finally left, Jordan closed the door and leaned up against it.
"Man, was today weird or what?" She asked. I nodded.
"More than weird. Tomorrow's gonna be even weirder though. I hope Erin came up with a story for the other six." I said, walking over to my suitcase and taking out boxer shorts and a shirt.
"Seriously. You have NO IDEA how much I wanted to crack up laughing that our dad's were buying my lame ass story." Jordan said, changing into Old Navy pajama pants and a shirt she got in California last summer.
"Well, let's just hope our friends won't think we've gone crazy when we explain ourselves tomorrow." I said, getting into Jordan's bed. None of us had sleeping bags and Jordan only had one guest bedroom and since we're all practically sisters, it didn't really matter if we slept in the same bed. I heard Jordan agree with me and we said our goodnights and she turned out the lamp on her bedside table.
The next morning was a Wednesday, meaning that it was an A day at school. See, at East Village High School every day we have four classes. Like one day it's classes one, two, three and four. That's considered an A day. Then the next day would be classes five, six, seven and eight. That's considered a B day A-1. On A day's we had World History, Chemistry, Speech and Gym. We missed B day so we needed to get our homework. Damn, that sucks.
Jordan and I had just finished getting dressed when we glanced at the clock. Even if it was six thirty in the morning and we didn't take that long to get ready, we didn't know about the guys. So I volunteered to go wake them up.
I wish I hadn't.
I walked out of Jordan's room and down the hallway and turned to the right where I faced a white door where the guys were staying. I didn't bother to knock because I figured that they were still asleep so I just went in.
"Hey, guys come on time to get-AH! HOLY JESUS! A-2 WHOA! I DID NOT WANT TO SEE THAT!" I shouted, covering my eyes with my hands. I heard them shout in protest and I hastily closed the door and leaned up against it. I heard Jordan run out of her room and come up to me.
"Blue, what's wrong? What happened?" She asked hastily. My heart was going one hundred miles and hour and I swore I could have died right then and there.
"Guys. . . Walked in. . .Remind me to knock before I walk in on a bunch of guys." I stuttered, fanning myself. Jordan snorted.
"You walked in on them while they were changing didn't you?" I glared at her.
"It's not funny! Seeing six guys in nothing but underwear is NOT a pleasant sight this early in the morning! Now if they were wearing boxers. . .Well that's a different story." I said, smirking. Jordan snorted again and we cracked up laughing, remembering a coversation we had with Erin about guys and boxers. Especially about this one famous actor. . .A-3 All right moving on. The door behind me suddenly opened and since I was standing, it was a long way to fall. Needless to say I fell straight down on my ass. My God did that hurt! That certainly woke me up.
"Whatcha doin' down 'dere, Blue?" Skittery asked, trying to not laugh. I glared up at him and Bumlets lent me a hand and he helped me up. When I stood, I saw that the guys were all dressed in their old clothes. Well, except for Mush, he wore his red polo shirt, jeans and shoes. DAMN, did he look good! Do I know how to shop or what?
"Oh no, guys you CANNOT wear that stuff to school. That's why we bought you new clothes!" Jordan said.
"But wes like our OLD clothes." Jack said.
"Well I'm sorry but your not going dressed like that. We'll be waiting downstairs and I expect each and every one of you to be dressed in the stuff we bought you." I said, grabbing Mush's arm and pulling him out of the room. Jordan closed the door and we heard the guys groan. We both smirked and walked back to Jordan's room, picked up our stuff, and the three of us walked down the stairs to wait for the guys. This was going to be a long day.
AN: So? What did you think?
Jack- I didn't like it. Why didn't you let us wear our old clothes?
BECAUSE! There wouldn't be a story if I said you had to!
Bumlets- ((whispers to Jack)) I have another tomato if you wanna have a go
So it was YOU, Bumlets! I knew it!
Bumlets- ((smirks))
ANYway, on with the Author's Notes.
A-1- This is actually at my school. It's called A and B days, obviously. I guess Yoda has it at her school too, or is it her sister's? ((shrugs)) On to the next one.
A-2- I don't mean to offend anyone with this. It's just what I can imagine Kayla saying, so please don't hurt me if I offended anyone. ((cowers in fear)) I'M SORRY!
Race- You should be! You used his name in vain!
((frowns)) And last but not least. . . ((drumroll))
A-3- This is an inside joke between LegallyRed and me. KATHY! IGNORE THE G! LMAO! MWAHAHAHAHA! Chris- …………BOXERS!
Blink- Wow this girl in insane
Yes, yes I am ((smirks a la Equilibrium)) KATHY!
Jack- Hey! I was in that! Don't take my smirk!
I can take any smirk I want to. So there! ((sticks out tongue))
Blink- ((sighs)) Review please
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