WHOOOO! WHOOOOO! YES! YES! WHOOOOOO! ((runs around in circles))
David: ((hands over ears, yelling over noise)) Alright, who's turn was it to give Moseph her Ritalin?
Mush: ((same))Not me! It was Jack!
David: Jack! Come on, buddy!
Jack: ((same, sheepishly)) What! I was busy!
Racetrack: ((looking at clipboard)) Uh, guys? It says here on the memo sheet that the buses were cancelled in Moseph's school district, so there's no school today. And Moseph doesn't take Ritalin.
David: ...
Mush: ...
Jack: ...
Racetrack: Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyway, since Moseph's still a little excited-
Me: YES! WHOOOOOOOO! ((runs in circles)) HUMANA HUMANA HUMANA HUMANA!
Racetrack: -I'm going to initiate the chapter. Time for shout outs!
Me: SHOUTOUTSSHOUTOUTSSHOUTOUTS!
XBeLLaViTaX: Woot! My empire grows! And by that, I mean...never mind. It's so complicated. Before I forget, of course you can get a birthday fic! Just make sure you remind me closer to the date because, otherwise, I guarantee I'll forget. I know your looks/personality and everything from Bye Bye Kelly and I'm assuming a Spot fic? Ooh, my first Spot fic! Fun stuff! Ah, yes, I feel it was my duty to give the anonymous a voice! And by that, I mean Tibby. He's so cute. Well, at least in my head he is. Okay, I suppose I'll have to let Mush out. Do you know where I can rent a closet? Well, I'm updating now and I'm not sure how much longer Bye Bye Kelly's going to be, I haven't started yet, but after this, it'll be next. I have an order. First, I update this, then Bye Bye Kelly, then New York Is Calling Me, then Falling Down Stairs. Just so nothing gets neglected for a long time. Review again, please!
Dreamless-Mermaid: Ah, yes, what lies in the future for Mush? That is the true question. Mush: ((cowering)) Don't hurt me. Me: Aw, Mush. ((pats him on the head)) We'll see. Anyway, glad you enjoyed it! Read and review again, please!
Nosilla: Here I am! Continuing! See? Read and review again, please!
Pancakes: Good to know that this is original. Thanks for the review! Please, read and review again.
Ducks-go-quack-00: First may I say, I love your name. That's just so cool. Secondly, I'm glad you liked it! Ah, yes, I'm glad I'm not the only person who wonders about Tibby. Here I am, updating again! I have no life... Thanks for reading!
Racetrack's Dealer: Very cool name, by the way. Thanks you, very much! ((bows)) Wait, it was named after his father? So there is a Tibby? Damn it! Do you think, if this was made into a movie, that he'd star in it? You know, if he's alive and he looks like the Tibby in my head? Yes, Tibby's is famous in Newsies fandom. I challenge anyone to find me a story without it at least mentioned in it. I'm hoping Spot doesn't beat the shit out of Mush, but who knows? Anything could happen. Thanks for the review! Read and review again, please!
Elphie: Elphie darling! Kisses! I'm glad you love it and that it's "flippin' awesome". ((shakes head)) Elphie, dear, I think you need to watch Mary Poppins a few more times before you try that again. Hah! Pun! Mush pun! Oh! My sides! ((laughs)) Yes, Mush is that stupid. Come on, he's a poor, uneducated orphan from 1899. Do you really expect him to be intelligent? Ah, well, this "flippin' awesome" story is being updated now. My other "flippin' awesome" stories, well, I can't promise how speedy they'll be. I have a cycle. So Bye Bye Kelly will be next. And I just updated Falling Down Stairs, so that won't be for a while. Love ya, Beannie! (Hah. I love it)
Brunette: Hi dere! ((waves)) Tibby's so cool. I kind of picture him looking like the old referee in the boxing ring near the start of the movie. The guy with the huge bags under his eyes and who holds his head when the guys run through the ring? Tibby looks like him, in my head. Except, he's cooler and he talks. Yeah, it's always interesting when Spot's girls cheat on him. About that...I'm sorry I sorta stole that from you. The whole "Spot's girl cheating on him". But I thought it might be a good way to kick off the story and, believe me, it won't be the only main focus of the story. Hah! Crutchy. Gotta love 'im. I've never seen Steel Magnolias, but I'm thinking I should. Truvy's Beauty Shop? Tibby's Diner? Oddly similar. Here it is, doll! Thanks for the review!
Well, I'm back with a vengeance and another short chapter. I'm sorry, okay! I just don't want to rush the action. I don't know about the rest of you, but I really like the plot for this and I don't want to screw it up on my first try. So I would expect fairly short chapters for most of this. Anyway, onto the chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. I don't own Tibby. I own Caitlyn and the waiters Craig and Johnson. That's it. Don't sue me. It won't be worth it anyway.
I'm washing dishes when I see a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. I continue with my chores, my eyes darting around, scanning the room for the source of the movement.
Finally, I see them. Huddled in a forgotten corner, hushed voices. Her body pressed close to his, his arms wrapped around her waist.
"Mushy, what's wrong?" she whispers. My eyes dart back to the Brooklyn leader. He's regaling the Manhattan newsies with a tall tale. None of them notice the absence of Spot's girl, nor Mush. They can't hear their voices, see their careful movements. My eyes turn back to the clandestine couple.
"Ah, nuttin' really," Mush mumbles, frowning. "It's just...Caitlyn, don't ya tink it's gone on lon' enough?" The girl, Caitlyn, pulls back from him.
"What? You don't want me anymore, Mushy?" she says, lip quivering.
"Nah, it's not that," Mush says quickly, pulling her back to him to conceal her. "You'se Spot's goil. Whaddaya think he'd do tah us if...when he finds out" Caitlyn smiles seductively.
"Mush, no one knows. It's perfect. Just you and me, in that little abandoned apartment, all alone-"
"Da othah newsies know, Caitlyn," Mush interrupts. Caitlyn steps back from him in surprise.
"How do you-"
"Blink was in Brooklyn and da odder Brooklyn newsies tink you'se cheatin' on Spot. Dey don' know who wid, though," Mush explains quietly. "Spot don' know, but if we keep dis up, he will." Caitlyn slumps against the wall.
"So what are we going to do?" Caityln whispers. Mush shakes his head.
"I guess we'll just have tah end it," he whispers back, pulling her to him and kissing her forehead. She nods solemnly, then gets a wicked look in her eye.
"Mush, do you remember what we talked about last night?" Mush frowns.
"Yeah. But dat was jus' talk. I didn' mean anyting by it. You didn' mean anyting by it."
"Well..." she says, twirling a strand of dark brown hair. "I could always-"
"No. Not an option," Mush interjects quickly. Caitlyn smirks.
"You'll come around," she says, laying a kiss on Mush's lips and rejoining the table, sliding under Spot's arm. Mush glares at them for a moment, then retreats into the men's bathroom.
"WAITER! MORE BEER!" Spot calls jovially. I roll my eyes and send a waiter-in-training, Johnson, over to their table with a tray of rootbeer instead.
The Brooklynites leave half an hour later, Spot still with his arm around Caitlyn. She looks slyly out of the corner of her eye at Mush before snuggling in closer to Spot. Mush narrows his eyes at the retreating couple.
"I don' like dat goil a' Spot's," he says. Blink laughs.
"I do," he says, waggling his eyebrows. "Man, I'd like tah-"
"Blink. Stop," Mush warns.
"Wha'? You don' agree?" Blink says, grinning sarcastically.
"No, I don'. She's Spot's goil and he'd rip you tah shreds if he could hear yah," Mush says.
"Geez, lighten up, Mush, buddy," Racetrack says, clapping Mush on the shoulder. "It's just a joke." Mush shrugs his hand off his shoulder.
"I gotta go," he mumbles, sliding out of the booth. Blink watches him go.
"What'sa mattah wid him?" he asks, his friends shrugging in reply.
It's late at night and I'm closing up when I hear the distant pounding of footsteps. The door bursts open and a hectic looking young man stands in the doorway. He looks around and quickly ducks underneath a table by the window. I don't bother him and continue to sweep inconspicuously. A moment later, an angry sounding group of newsies storm past the restaurant, not even bothering to glance in the window of the restaurant. Once they've disappeared, I nod subtly at the boy and he emerges, the flash of red around his neck suddenly becoming apparent. Jack Kelly smiles at me gratefully.
"Thanks. Dey always say not tah piss off Brooklyn. Dey nevah mention da Bronx, do dey?" he says, grinning impishly.
"No problem boy. You got a place to stay?"
"No where safe from dose guys. Do ya tink I could sleep here tonight? I promise, I'll be gone in the morning," he says. I nod.
"Of course. I sleep upstairs if you need anything. Make yourself at home," I say and start to retreat upstairs before I think of something. "And kid? Make sure you get a cup of coffee before you go. It's on me," I add, winking at him and climbing up the rest of the stairs.
Ah, so there's another chapter down! I'll be updating all my other stories before this one, so don't expect another chapter within a few days. But, you can always read more of my brilliant fics! I must warn you, though. Lots of David. Not that it's a bad thing. Now, excuse me while I go watch a little South Park.
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