AN: of course, for the purpose of this story…Newsies is not a movie. What a sad world that would be. 

Chapter 2:

"What the heck are you talking about? Do we even know you?" I asked.

"Youse goils look like the type who can help us wid our needs," said the second guy. Both of them looked us up and down with smirks on their faces. Ew, perverts.

"What the HELL do you…." I started off. Then I remembered one minor detail. We were still in our volleyball stuff….spandex and all. "Oh shit," I whispered.

"Kimbo, what are we gonna do?" whispered Jessie.

"God, Jess, I don't know. I don't wanna get raped today. That wasn't on my to-do list!" Kim said, hissing back.

"Hey it's okay, just chill," I said, glancing at the two buffoons closing in on us. "I think I know what to do. There's got to be some sort of building at the end of this block that we can run to. NO, don't look. They'll know were trying to run. When I say "tah", bust it over there, okay? Then we can find out where we are and what we're gonna do."

"And find some clothes, Gandee?"

"Yeah, that too Hobbit."

The guys were getting closer. The first one who spoke was the nearest. "So youse ladies wanna come wid us? Get to know us a liddle betta?"

"Of course we would," said Kim, her voice dripping sarcasm, "and you are?"

"Well sweet face, I'se Osca and this is me brudda Morris. We run dis side of New Yawk."

"I'm sorry boys, but I believe we have other, um, clients," I explained, backing away, "besides, you aren't our types. Tah!" All three of us turned and ran for our lives toward an open door. Unfortunately it was further than I anticipated, and I hoped we made it there before the brothers Oscar and Morris got there.

Jessie was the first to the door. She threw it open and flung herself in with Kim and I close behind. We looked backwards and saw the idiots sprinting after us. We looked for a place to hide, finding the whole place filled with boys giving us odd looks. We saw an empty booth and threw ourselves under the table, praying we wouldn't be found.

We heard the bell ring as the two boys barged in. "Where'd they go?" Morris gasped.

"Who's they?" asked an unfamiliar voice.

"Oh, you knows Jackie-boy, the three goils that jus ran in heah," said Oscar.

"Sorry, Osca, but I don't knows who youse talkin' about. Youse betta beat it or we'll soak ya. Aint dat right boys?" said this new boy as "yeahs" and insults filled the restaurant.

"We'll get youse next time sweet faces. The Delancey bruddas are lookin fo ya," declared Morris as the bell twinkled again.

We all stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. "Youse goils can come out now. Those lousy little shrimps left," said our anonymous savior.

We crawled out, knowing we got some interesting looks from the boys. "Um, thanks…," stumbled out Jessie, "who are you guys, exactly?"

"We'se the Manhattan Newsies, mam. I'm Jack Kelly, their leada. Who are you?"

"I'm Kim, and this is Jessie and Bradley. We're a little, uh, lost."

"I'd say so. So wheres youse goils from? Youse wearin' some weird lookin' clothes."

"Well, to start off, so you guys have any extra clothes we can borrow?" I asked. The whole time the boys were staring in amazement at us, but snapped out of it and started offering the shirts off their backs. Laughing, we went and changed in a back room. When we came back, all the boys' chatter instantly stopped.

"So, youse goils wanna explain where youse from?"