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Claire had a hard time keeping up with Jack. She had to jog. Normally she would have asked him to slow down, but the faster she moved the warmer she kept. They both had their arms crossed across their chests and their feet fell into the same timing. Their body language was so much alike, as were there looks. They where physically similar but there personalities and speech where almost opposites. Jack was outspoken, fearless and rough. Claire was soft-spoken, timid, docile and always tried to be as polite as possible. In fact, she was still very much like the scared nine year old she had been in the refuge. Jack had a strong New York accent, she did not. Her mother, for the few years of Claire's life she had spent with her, did not tolerate "young women adapting to such crude manner of speaking." Jack had spent most days with his father out and about in the city and had picked up the classic New York accent. As different as they were, they both cared for each other immensely. They were the only family they had, besides the newsies of course.
"Who all is going to be there, Jack"
"Ah, let's see … Race, Davie, Blink, Mush. Oh yeah, Spot and some of his boys are gonna be coming up. Theyse is spending the night." Upon hearing Spot was coming, Claire's entire face lit up. She looked down because she didn't want Jack to see her excitement.
"So, hows was your foist day at the shop?" Jack asked. He was very protective of his sister and didn't want her working for a pig. People always seemed to be protective of Claire. She did not act like a damsel in distress for attention like some other girls who were desperate to be noticed by the newsies. It was just her innocent nature that people never wanted to see her loss to the cruelness of the city. Sometimes she was thankful that she was cared for but other times she secretly wanted to be independent and tough … like Jack.
"It was really good. My boss is so kind and he is paying me far more than he should." Jack laughed quietly at that and Claire smiled.
"There wasn't a single customer. I think Mr. Wringer just owns the shop as a hobby. He seems like he has money, judging by his wardrobe and how much he's paying me." They both laughed as they walked into the square.
There was a group of teenagers who were waiting for them. Jack's friends, Spot and three of his friends and David's sister Sarah were all there. "What took youse so long, Cowboy?" Racetrack asked in a heavier accent then Jack's or anyone else's in the group. "Wese was freezing"
"Ah, quit cha ballin' Race. Youse just showed up, ya scab." joked a familiar voice. The Brooklyn accent made Claire smile ear to ear.
"How's it goin' Cowboy?" Spot said.
"Eh, it's winter. No one wants to buy a pape when it's zero degrees. They just wants to get inside." Jack said as they walked down the icy street. It was already getting dark and everyone was shivering. As they rounded the corner, they saw a sign with flashing lights. They entered the theater all, talking amongst themselves.
"Hey, hey, hey. Youse goils wanna sit wit us?" A drunk man shouted towards Sarah and Claire. Both of them blushed and looked at the floor as the man and his companions laughed.
"Back off, scum!" Shouted Spot before anyone got in another word. Jack was just as furious; he had the most reason to be. One of the girls was his younger sister and the other his girlfriend. Feeling Spot had said everything that was needed, he just glared threateningly.
They found a row of seats for all of them. Jack made sure he sat by Sarah and on his other side sat Spot. Claire was next to Spot and Race. Racetrack Higgins always made her laugh and even Spot lightened up and seemed to forgot the drunk man. Everyone laughed and talked until the lights were lowered and the theater was dark except for a single spotlight. The curtains we pulled back and a woman with red curly hair in a baby blue dress sat on a swing. She stood up and began to sing. Her voice was so strong and there wasn't a single note of self-doubt.
The boys cheered and all eyes seemed to be locked on her. All except two pairs. Two pairs of eyes looked into the other's. Two hands slipped into each other. Ten fingers intertwined. Two people realized how much they needed each other.