Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of the movie Newsies I simply own the idea for the story and the Newsies made up families. This story is not meant to offend anyone and was written purely for your enjoyment so please enjoy it! May I also say that any of the close together sentences that are supposed to be scene switching is due to the fact that I don't know how to fix it when I edit on my log in thingy…. So anyways, enjoy!
Snitch's POV
So here I am sitting in the biggest piece of junk that ever broke down and had an oil leak on this entire Earth. And why? Because Skittery is my "friend". Fuck him. As you can tell, I am pissed. What the fuck am I getting out of this? Annoyed that's what.
I knew something was wrong when the thing started to shake and the small Italian kid, Race, flew outta his seat and smacked into me. Normally I'd be jumbo pissed but he's cool…and hot so I'll deal.
So anyway, the damn thing broke down and we were stranded on the side of the road. A spectacular place to be when you're hanging out with two guys that have people gunning for them.
There was a long pause before Skittery's little boyfriend spoke up.
"I guess we're going to need Skittery's car?" he asked stating the obvious. I mean no fucking shit Sherlock. I would have voiced these sentiments aloud but everyone and their mother loved the kid so I kept my yap shut. They wouldn't care if I didn't mean it or not.
It's not as if I hate him or anything, and I sure as shit don't like Skitts anymore but he's just so damn perfect! Argh…I hate perfect people. Sometimes….sort of.
Anyway, I get annoyed fairly easy so watching Jack who can be a HUGE ass going after someone as nice and smart as David pissed me off.
Seeing Skittery get pissy with a guy who's just being an overprotective friend pisses me off and the fact that I still don't really know what the fuck is going on also pisses me off. So I speak up.
"I'll go get it." And I'm up and outta the car before anyone can argue. Race shrugs and gets Skittery's keys.
"I guess I'll go with him. You guys are pissing me off." He jokes as they all climb out to call a tow truck or whatever they plan on doing. They let out a laugh not knowing that's exactly what I was thinking.
We're a ways away from Dent's apartment but we both know the way back so maybe it won't be too bad. We decide to get going.
It was weird at first because I'm not use to hanging out with people shorter than me not to mention that he was searching for something in his pockets. And cussing, which is distracting because I'm really attracted to dirty mouths. Gee, I wonder why?
"Looking for something?" I asked after a couple of minutes. Then I wanted to smack myself. Of course he was looking for something, but I was relieved when he just shrugged.
"Can't find my fucking cigarettes." He cursed before giving up.
With a smirk I pulled a pack out of my pocket, lit myself up one and then handed him one.
"You care what they are?" I asked and he laughed loudly in a full voice. I wasn't quite use to people sounding like stuff I said was actually funny. I could like this kid.
"Hell no. I always buy the cheapest crap anyway." He said as he fumbled the cigarette in his pale and thin fingers before pulling it to his lips.
We stopped for a moment as I put my hand up to his chapped red lips and lit him up.
He took a drag before blowing the smoke out and thanking me.
"Chain smoker?" I asked as we started up walking again. I looked back; we could still see Jack's truck.
He laughed again and I wasn't sure if the visible air that came from his lips was smoke or his breath due to the cold.
"Not yet." he informed me as he followed my line of vision to the truck. "So why'd you wanna leave?"
I shrugged and hooked my left thumb into my pocket before pulling the cigarette out of my mouth.
"Couples were pissing me off I guess." I told him honestly. He nodded to me with a shiver. I then noticed we were both stupid enough to have forgotten jackets.
"Yeah I know what you mean." He consented looking at the ground.
"Their not too bad I guess. Though quiet honestly David can do better." I nodded.
"I agree. So what exactly the fuck is going on again?" I asked him.
He turned his big brown eyes to me inhaled and laughed.
"The fuck if I know."
Spot's POV
"Okay I'm sorry but I have to get the hell out of this truck, and Jack didn't I tell you to get this piece of crap checked? I knew it was gonna break down." I scolded him. Besides all of these things are true.
"Aw shut yer yapper, you didn't know shit!" He hollered to the back as he hopped out of the truck and went to check out the hood.
David turned back to look at us his arm rested on the rest. "Why is he even looking under the hood? This thing is in no way going to get fixed! He just wants to hit it with a wrench and talk about the engine and crap."
I shrugged, "More than likely. Let's amuse him shall we?"
Skittery laughed and I turned to smile at him. "That should be easy."
Finishing my earlier sentiment I climbed out of the truck and breathed deeply before coughing.
"Ugh I can smell their cigarette smoke and their not even here." I groaned referring to Race and Snitch.
"Yeah I miss em too." Skittery nodding slinging an arm around my shoulder.
"I wonder who cusses more?" David wondered aloud as we thought about it before Jack yelled out to us.
"Who cares?" He bellowed from under the hood.
David grinned, rolled his eyes and turned to walk to him. "Jack you're just mad because nobody likes your truck. That's okay."
Jack grumbled and the rest of their conversation was too hard to hear.
"Nice to see them getting along." Skittery said raising his eyebrows as David wrestled a wrench out of Jack's hands and informed he didn't know what a carburetor was and that he didn't really care.
I nodded. "I think so. Don't you think one of us should call Denton?" I asked him and he nodded and pulled out his cell.
"Yeah, I guess. But we need to make sure he stays there and snoops around first." He dialed his phone and I walked away slightly wondering about the safety of the egg. It was obviously important enough to cause so much trouble so I only hope that where I hid it, it would be safe.
I walked a little bit closer to the road squinting as the gars drove by wondering if we should just hitch a ride over to the lab and make David and Jack wait for the others.
But that wouldn't exactly be fair to David who would thereby be forced to endure Jack's pathetic insights about his crappy vehicle.
Glancing over at the boy who I could safely call my boyfriend I smirked at the hand gestures he was making. Probably trying to convince Denton that we were alright and he should stay.
However, after a moment I saw him grow rather quiet and wondered if he was alright. He let his hand drop to his side and I let a frown set on my face, hardly giving two shits about how I must have looked.
"Skittery?" I called out two him and he walked over to me, arms stretched out to encompass me in a hug and by the way he was staring into space one might actually think he was blind.
"Skittery what is it?" I asked him, starting to get nervous at his silence. Denton said something that effected him and I wanted to know what damnit! I was so preoccupied in watching Skittery that I didn't notice the beige SUV that pulled up next to us.
Starting to get a little afraid, I shouted into his ear. "Jacob!" but not two seconds later two hands reached out and jerked us back. Panicking I began to shout.
"JACK-" but I was cut off as something pressed against my mouth and I watched darkness come over me as Skittery was wrestled in the chair opposite me.
Shit…………………….
Race's POV
Halle-fucking-luiah! We were FINALLY at Denton's apartment. It felt like it took goddamned forever.
"Thank god!" I said jumping up and down. Snitch pursed his lips and nodded, finishing off his last cigarette. We had pretty much smoked the whole pack despite the fact that claimed to not be a chain smoker.
"No kidding it was so fucking cold I thought my nuts were gonna fall off." He complained stomping out the cigarette.
I made a face at the painfulness of his statement before racing up the stairs. He grabbed my arm jerking me back.
"Where the fuck are you going?" He asked giving me a look. Don't what the fuck HE'S thinking but I'm thinking I'm fucking FREEZING.
"The fuck does it look like I'm going? Inside numb nuts, and if you value them you'll go with me." I told him. Not to mention I need to call and check up on Lexis. Spot would have my head if he knew I hadn't called. Though, to my own credit, neither had he.
"We don't have a key dipshit." He told me. Psst! Like I hadn't thought of that. I rolled my eyes of him before going up the steps.
"Oh ye of obviously no faith, do you learn nothing?" I shot at him. Any idiot would know that a guy cut out like Denton would have a wife that kept a key under the doormat in case he lost his. I mean shit-the guy can't even pre-heat his fucking oven!
Pulling back said mat I smiled and revealed the key. He shook his head, hands in his jean pockets.
He opened his mouth, then closed it opting to hold up his hand. What?
"I don't wanna know how you knew that was there." He finally said giving me the eyebrow.
Hopping up I slapped my hands on my knees to de-frost them. Putting two fingers to my eyes, I alternated them between the two of us.
"It's all about watching people!" I informed. He looked at me before laughing.
"I'm watching you and all I see is an idiot!" Shoving me towards the door he said, "Now get in the fuck damn house!"
I glared, "THAT was rather rude." Now for the door. I really have no idea why I draw things out so much-maybe it's all those cheap horror movies I rent. I take about five minutes to slide the key in the door.
"BALLS falling off remember?" Snitch interrupts me shoving my hand to the door and twisting the key.
"Yeah, yeah you and your balls, jeez what are you trying to compensate for?" I mumble as we walk into the house. I'm slowly finding that he's REALLY fun to irritate. And…that he's slowly gaping behind me.
I'm not even going to bother asking what it is. It's obviously not good. Nothing that's happened today has been good.
Getting up early, water in my eyes, choking on my pancake, the truck breaking down and now whatever is behind me. I glared at him.
"Nuh-uh…I'm SO not looking." Go ahead, try and make me.
He does. By jerking me around by the shoulders. I felt my head spin as my eyes take in moved over couches, boards up from the floor, cupboards open, paintings tossed aside. All was fairly indestructive. Except for the holes in the walls.
This isn't good. This is like everything that isn't supposed to happen. I'm just now starting to realize that I AM involved in this. WHAT is so FREAKING important about a dinosaur egg? It's not as if they have more than one….do they?
Darting out of Snitch's hold I run towards Denton's room ignoring Snitch telling me someone could be in here still. Which, you know, if they were he'd pretty much screwed us anyway.
Not believing that Spot had put it wear he had I rush to the dresser and open the bottom drawer. The only one deep enough to fix the box in and the only on filled to the brink with a woman's undergarments.
Now, naturally you must be thinking that people would look EVERYWHERE. Right? Well apparently some men are extreme wussies and don't want to deal with feminine things. Much like my father who immediately walks away when my mom or aunts begin all that menstrual crap talk. Like we want to know.
However, all of a sudden I am thanking every pathetic guy out there as my hands secure the box. I open it after some fiddling just to make sure it's in there. God I've never felt so relieved.
"What a bunch a morons." I smirk to myself unable to believe our luck. Well not really Denton's luck. I'm glad there not MY walls.
"Not too moronic I hope." Comes a voice from behind me. Something cold's against my neck…shit. I hear a click.
"You might want to give me that."
Jack's POV
"SHIT! What the fuck are we going to do?" I swear to God I think I'm going to hyperventilate. SHIT, SHIT, SHITTTTT!
"Jack calm down, breathe alright, for right now we've done all we can. We've called Denton now you just need to calm down." David's voice is soothing and I've wondered if he's done this before.
Between us being up here and Spot and Skittery being back behind the truck there was only so much we could do when Spot started screaming. I can't believe I let this happen. This is all my fault. I knew someone was gunnin' for them and I didn't keep and eye out for them?
"Jack this is NOT your fault do you hear me? There's nothing we could have done. Okay?" David asked. I couldn't answer; Grabbing my shoulders he shook me slightly.
"OKAY?" This time I nodded. I could tell he was worried. He's easily readable If you look in the right place. His eyes.
"Do you boys need a lift?" I turned to look at the voice. It was an older man and a few other people in a….church van? Southern Baptist? Weren't they supposed to be…I don't know……south?
David shot me a look. Seeing that I was in no mood to talk he took a hold on the conversing part.
"Actually we're already waiting on a ride. We don't want our friends to come back to see none of us are here." He told the man who grimaced at the response.
"Look, we saw who you were with. We know that was James Conlon's kid. We know what his project is, and we know you're involved." I pulled David behind me as the man drew out a pistol.
"I would get in the car. We have some things to discuss."
DigitalAngel4U: Sorry it's so short considering that I've had plenty of time to work on it. Truthfully I was considering shutting down my account. But after awhile decided not to. I'll have the next one up shortly. I was just going to attach the two and make it longer but that would pretty much contradict my need for suspense wouldn't it?
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