Disclaimer: It's the same as everybody else's. I don't own Newsies, Disney
does.
Shout Outs
NadaZimri ~ I'm glad that you thought that it was hysterical. You bet Spot and Misfit have to fight! Thanks for reviewing!
Chapter 7
It's was about nine days later and Spot still hadn't gone back to Brooklyn. The girls did but not their leader. It was odd, because you would think that he would be there 'leading' his newsies. Ah well, what do I care, it's not like he was pestering me at the time.
Anyway, I was selling my newspapers with Mush. The headlines weren't the best, but we still pulled through. The line that caught my eye was 'Thieve Stole Woman's Purse'. Mush just grunted at the headline and shouted his new improved one at the top of his lungs.
"Woman beaten tah death by thieves!" He gladly handed out a few of his papers to the paying customers and was on his way with the next headline. I just stood there with a smirk on my face at the way he sold his papers. He just seemed so happy at the way he lived, selling newspapers and living off of the few pennies he made.
"C'mon don't just stand dere, sell dem papes already," He said pulling me out of my train of thought. I just shook my head slightly and yelled headlines as the loud and boisterously as possible.
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It was about an hour later and I had four more papers to go. Mush, on the other hand, was finished and lazily rested on a bench a few yards away. I quickly sold my last few papes and headed over to Mush's bench.
"It took ya awhile." He said when I had reached him. I took the seat next to him, but he stood up at that exact moment.
"What's up witchu? Why dah urgency tah leave?" I questioned skeptically.
"I'm starvin''. Plus I'se gotta meet up wit Blink 'fore we head on ovah tah Tibby's," then he ran at top speed, fearing he might be late in meeting Kid.
"See ya at Tib's," he obviously didn't hear me because he didn't turn around to answer. "Or not."
Then I arose from the old bench, and started on my way to the restaurant. I didn't even go a block before I was ripped off of my feet and into a dirty alley.
It was obviously a guy because he had a muscular arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I was wriggling to get free, but his grasp just tightened even more. What the hell does this guy want from me? I pondered, still trying to get free. "Let go of me ya dirty bastard!" I couldn't take it anymore. What nerve. He roughly dropped me on the cobble-stoned street, responding to my request. I landed on my hands and knees, but quickly shot up like a rocket. When I looked at who was my so-called kidnapper I rapidly fired questions at him, "What are ya doin' here?"
His lips grew into a smirk and arms were crossed over his chest. "Just droppin' by tah say 'hi' tah me lovely sistah, " Oscar replied.
"What a graceful way tah say 'hi'," I sarcastically said and at that turned to leave. Oscar placed his hand on my shoulder and forcefully turned me back around.
"What is ya problem?" I yelled becoming irritated.
"You," he replied simply.
"What did I'se do tah ya?" A confused look was spreading across my face.
"Yah left me an' Morris tah dese street rats. Ya know dat day when I'se called ya doll face and asked ya if ya wanted tah come an' have a good time?"
"I'm tryin' tah forget, but yeah," I gestured him to keep going, wondering where he was going with this.
"Ok, well dat night I'se figured out dat it was ya. Ya left us fer dem," he said with a dishonored look.
"Oh, gee, I'se didn't know what I'se was tinkin'!" I mocked.
"Don't start playin' games wit me Ki, or should I'se call ya Misfit?"
"How..-" I was cut short.
"Yeah, I'se know your little newsie name an' I'se also know dat ya haven't told any of dem damn bastards dat ya are related tah us."
"So...What's it tah ya?" I asked becoming hungry and impatient.
"I'se tink dat dey should at least know dat dere dealin' wit a Delancy, don't you?"
"Are ya stalkin' me or somethin'? because I'd much appreciate it if yah didn't."
"Dat's undah ya control! Ya got two weeks Ki, two weeks 'fore I'se tell dem me own self." With that said he left the alley, leaving me alone to think.
~~Meanwhile~~
"Hey, Blink. Whatcha gotta tell me?" Mush said, cheery to see his friend and also anxious to find out what the eye patch wearing guy had to say to him. Kid Blink was leaning up against a wall near the bakery with a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips.
He took out the cigarette so that he could speak, "Ya goin' tah Medda's tahnight, right?"
"Yah, why?" The curly haired boy questioned.
"Are ya gonna ask Strikah?" he pushed as he took himself from his leaning position to talk to Mush in a normal standing position.
"Ya mean tah come tah Medda's?"
"No, it's foah seekin' her hand in marriage! Yeah Medda's." Blink's eyes held a gaze that stated 'hello, where are you from, the moon?'
"Oh well, um.. I'se don't know. I'se don't tink dat she likes me in dat sort o' way," he said unsure of himself.
"But ya do an' I'se tink dat ya should jist try. What's dah worst dat could happen?"
"She says no an' I'se feel like an idiot fer tinkin' dat she would go wit me." The tanned boy stated.
"Ok that, but c'mon man pull yaself tahgedah! Your Mush!" Kid playfully punched Mush's shoulder.
"Alright, alright! I'se will do it! Mush confirmed. "So, ya bringin' Candle, right?"
"O' course." He replied with a grin on his face. "C'mon I'se getting' hungry!"
"Yeah, me too. Wait! Is dat all ya had tah tell me?"
"Yep," he said with the million dollar grin still on his face.
"Yer insane!"
"Yeah, but what fun would I'se be if I'se wasn't?" Blink laughed.
"None, none at all."
Shout Outs
NadaZimri ~ I'm glad that you thought that it was hysterical. You bet Spot and Misfit have to fight! Thanks for reviewing!
Chapter 7
It's was about nine days later and Spot still hadn't gone back to Brooklyn. The girls did but not their leader. It was odd, because you would think that he would be there 'leading' his newsies. Ah well, what do I care, it's not like he was pestering me at the time.
Anyway, I was selling my newspapers with Mush. The headlines weren't the best, but we still pulled through. The line that caught my eye was 'Thieve Stole Woman's Purse'. Mush just grunted at the headline and shouted his new improved one at the top of his lungs.
"Woman beaten tah death by thieves!" He gladly handed out a few of his papers to the paying customers and was on his way with the next headline. I just stood there with a smirk on my face at the way he sold his papers. He just seemed so happy at the way he lived, selling newspapers and living off of the few pennies he made.
"C'mon don't just stand dere, sell dem papes already," He said pulling me out of my train of thought. I just shook my head slightly and yelled headlines as the loud and boisterously as possible.
-_- -_- -_- -_- -_-
It was about an hour later and I had four more papers to go. Mush, on the other hand, was finished and lazily rested on a bench a few yards away. I quickly sold my last few papes and headed over to Mush's bench.
"It took ya awhile." He said when I had reached him. I took the seat next to him, but he stood up at that exact moment.
"What's up witchu? Why dah urgency tah leave?" I questioned skeptically.
"I'm starvin''. Plus I'se gotta meet up wit Blink 'fore we head on ovah tah Tibby's," then he ran at top speed, fearing he might be late in meeting Kid.
"See ya at Tib's," he obviously didn't hear me because he didn't turn around to answer. "Or not."
Then I arose from the old bench, and started on my way to the restaurant. I didn't even go a block before I was ripped off of my feet and into a dirty alley.
It was obviously a guy because he had a muscular arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I was wriggling to get free, but his grasp just tightened even more. What the hell does this guy want from me? I pondered, still trying to get free. "Let go of me ya dirty bastard!" I couldn't take it anymore. What nerve. He roughly dropped me on the cobble-stoned street, responding to my request. I landed on my hands and knees, but quickly shot up like a rocket. When I looked at who was my so-called kidnapper I rapidly fired questions at him, "What are ya doin' here?"
His lips grew into a smirk and arms were crossed over his chest. "Just droppin' by tah say 'hi' tah me lovely sistah, " Oscar replied.
"What a graceful way tah say 'hi'," I sarcastically said and at that turned to leave. Oscar placed his hand on my shoulder and forcefully turned me back around.
"What is ya problem?" I yelled becoming irritated.
"You," he replied simply.
"What did I'se do tah ya?" A confused look was spreading across my face.
"Yah left me an' Morris tah dese street rats. Ya know dat day when I'se called ya doll face and asked ya if ya wanted tah come an' have a good time?"
"I'm tryin' tah forget, but yeah," I gestured him to keep going, wondering where he was going with this.
"Ok, well dat night I'se figured out dat it was ya. Ya left us fer dem," he said with a dishonored look.
"Oh, gee, I'se didn't know what I'se was tinkin'!" I mocked.
"Don't start playin' games wit me Ki, or should I'se call ya Misfit?"
"How..-" I was cut short.
"Yeah, I'se know your little newsie name an' I'se also know dat ya haven't told any of dem damn bastards dat ya are related tah us."
"So...What's it tah ya?" I asked becoming hungry and impatient.
"I'se tink dat dey should at least know dat dere dealin' wit a Delancy, don't you?"
"Are ya stalkin' me or somethin'? because I'd much appreciate it if yah didn't."
"Dat's undah ya control! Ya got two weeks Ki, two weeks 'fore I'se tell dem me own self." With that said he left the alley, leaving me alone to think.
~~Meanwhile~~
"Hey, Blink. Whatcha gotta tell me?" Mush said, cheery to see his friend and also anxious to find out what the eye patch wearing guy had to say to him. Kid Blink was leaning up against a wall near the bakery with a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips.
He took out the cigarette so that he could speak, "Ya goin' tah Medda's tahnight, right?"
"Yah, why?" The curly haired boy questioned.
"Are ya gonna ask Strikah?" he pushed as he took himself from his leaning position to talk to Mush in a normal standing position.
"Ya mean tah come tah Medda's?"
"No, it's foah seekin' her hand in marriage! Yeah Medda's." Blink's eyes held a gaze that stated 'hello, where are you from, the moon?'
"Oh well, um.. I'se don't know. I'se don't tink dat she likes me in dat sort o' way," he said unsure of himself.
"But ya do an' I'se tink dat ya should jist try. What's dah worst dat could happen?"
"She says no an' I'se feel like an idiot fer tinkin' dat she would go wit me." The tanned boy stated.
"Ok that, but c'mon man pull yaself tahgedah! Your Mush!" Kid playfully punched Mush's shoulder.
"Alright, alright! I'se will do it! Mush confirmed. "So, ya bringin' Candle, right?"
"O' course." He replied with a grin on his face. "C'mon I'se getting' hungry!"
"Yeah, me too. Wait! Is dat all ya had tah tell me?"
"Yep," he said with the million dollar grin still on his face.
"Yer insane!"
"Yeah, but what fun would I'se be if I'se wasn't?" Blink laughed.
"None, none at all."