this is fun. Disclaimer: no, I don't own Newsies. Or the state of Florida. I guess I sort of own Jojo. Irish is Emily's. Well, based off of her anyway...I guess technically mine since I'm the one developing her character...bah, I dunno!
"Hey Jojo, Jojo." Through her heavy sleep, Jojo sensed she was being poked. However, she refused to open her eyes. "Irish, wake up." Jojo almost sat up. They were waking Irish. Oh well, she thought to herself, let them figure that one out for themselves. Apparently they did, because there was a loud crash that signaled Irish had woken up and lunged at the first thing she could reach. Opening her eyes and sitting up, Jojo realized that this unfortunate thing was David. Irish stood, looming over the newsie that she had knocked down. She grabbed him by the back of his shirt and started pulling him into the other room.
"Irish! No hurting newsies!" Jojo sprang to her feet and tried to stop her zombie like friend.
"They woke me up." It was hopeless, and Jojo knew it. Irish pulled David back into the main room where the other newsies were either sitting on the couch, beanbag chairs, floor, or standing near the computer. "Don't ever wake me up!" She pulled the now frightened newsie to his feet and held him by the front of the shirt. "Jo, turn on the TV." Not wanting to anger her already slightly crazy, sleep deprived friend, Jojo turned on the TV. "First newsie back into the movie." She took David and chucked him, head first, at the TV. Unfortunatly, this did not work and simply resulted in a pained newsie and a slightly less angry Irish.
"Ok, sweetie,"Jojo said, pulling Irish aside, "we're not going to do that agian, ok?" Irish sighed, but nodded. "Ok, good." She turned back to the group of boys that were staring at them now. "So, why did you wake us up?"
"Promise not to throw me?" Jack asked. Irish rolled her eyes and nodded. "We have a couple...questions about the fanfiction stuff." Jojo and Irish pulled up some chairs and sat down. "Alright, first off, what exactly is 'modern day'?"
"That just means they're taking the characters-you guys-and putting them, or you...in our time." Irish paused for a minute to try and figure out what she'd just said. "Yeah. Like, if I were to write down the events of the last few hours and post them, it would be considered a modern day fic. Or, if it's just sort of adjusting the characters to live in 2006." They all nodded and seemed a bit less confused.
"And what's slash?" Irish smacked herself in the forehead.
"I knew they were goning to ask that! I knew it! You had to let them read this stuff, didn't you Jo? Well you know what, you get to explain this one!" Jojo pushed tangled hair out of her face.
"Alright," Jojo sighed. Irish sat back and prepared to see the newsies reactions. "Slash. Well, people like to write love stories. And people like to make up girl newsies that are usually based off themselves. But some people don't like to do both of those at the same time." The newsies glanced at each other.
"So, like everybody's in love wit Sarah or somethin?" Jack suggested quietly. Jojo sighed. Irish supressed a laugh.
"Not exactly. This is an idea that's much more widely accepted now than it probably was then. They pair guys with other guys." Six mouths fell open simultaneously. Jojo turned to her computer for help. "The most common ones are Blink and Mush-" Both boys stepped further away from each other, Mush tripping over David who was still sitting on the floor. "Spot and Racetrack-" Spot had been laughing, but he shut up immediatly and stared. "Specs and Dutchy, and then Jack and David." David made a face like he'd just been forced to eat something disgusting, and Jack fell backwards over the couch, landing in Irish's lap.
"No offense or nothin Jojo, or you Davey, but I like girls."
"No offense taken, so do I."
"Yeah."
"Me too."
"Duh."
"Yeah."
"That's great, we all like girls," Irish said, causing Jack to jump off of her lap rather quickly and look at her strangely. "I meant all of you. Personally, I like boys."
"Me too." Silence fell over the room.
"People really write about that?" David asked, on his feet again and edging closer to the computer.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad. I mean, like I said, it's much more widely accepted now."
"But all these slash stories aren't necesarily modern day."
"I know. But the people writing them are modern day. Just chill."
"Jo, it's useless. By the way, you totally owe me a dollar or something. I so told you newises would flip if they read about that stuff."
"Well, go figure, I never thought we'd be given the oppurtunity to test that little theory," Jo muttered. Everyone sat in silence until eventually they were all asleep. Well, so the girls thought.
"Hey! We didn't read that one about you and Jack, we're not reading this one either!" Jo wrinkled her eyebroows at the unexpected noise.
"But this one says it's funny. Don'cha wanna read somethin funny?"
"Not if it's about me an Mush holdin hands in Central Park." Joimmediatly became significantly more awakeas something was pushed into her lap. She went wuth her first reaction which was to fling this thing off of her as far as she could. She opened her eyes to see that she had just somehow managed to throw Kid Blink into Irish's fish tank.
"Jojo! What'd yeh do?" The other newsies looked apalled, likeshe hadn't just been woken by an angry teenage boy falling onto her lap.
"Leave me alone," she muttered, rolling over and snuggling deeper into the chair. "Don't worry Kid. You have gills, I promise." She heard splashing and then silnce for a little while. Then she felt someone rubbing her back.
"Hey, we're tired, am the other guys took all the good sleepin spots. Mind if I lay wid you?" Holy crap, a newsie want's to sleep near me. Jojo scooted over a little and was met with a ver big, very wet hug. The room erupted into laughter. "That's fer pushin me in yer fish tank!"Kid Blink said, stepping back victoriously from the now soggy girl.
"Emily! Keep it down!" Jojo shooshed the enire room as Irish's mother yelled down the stairs.
"Sorry mom," Irish called back. As she listened to the footsteps fade away, she erupted into laughter with everyone else.