fweeee, next chapter. everyone killed finny! i love all of you who reviewed, you're all my best friends(except rileyhiggins, i dont like her. just kidding! i love you mily...)
this would have been up yesterday, but i was looking for what color dutchys eyes were(im not sure why) and was distracted by the greatest newsies site ive ever seen...erg, it wont let me post the link...
Dutchy set Mustang back on her feet before they entered the lodging house. Partly because he wasn't sure he could get them both through the doorway without whacking her head against it, and partly because she was getting heavy. She seemed to be slightly more stable, despite the storm, but as she filed in after Dutchy and Blink, she froze in the doorway. Things were still a mess, apparently the other newsies hadn't thought of cleaning up as very important at the moment. Blink turned to see her standing there.
"Maybe we should go upstairs." He lead Mustang, who was still staring at the blood on the desk, up the stairs. She dropped onto a bunk and seemed to break out of her trance. She looked at the two boys who were so wonderful to her. Kid Blink was still badly bruised from the Delanceys, a fresh black eye forming where she had hit him. His right arm, which had been in a sling from the fight, was freshly bandaged with the remnants of Mustang's now slightly blood stained brown blanket. He was soaking wet and very muddy, having been slammed down against the street. He had taken off his soggy eye patch to reveal a bright green eye. She turned her head to look at Dutchy. He wasn't beat up like Blink was, but still looked worse for wear. He too was dripping wet. His tan shirt was splattered with mud and his grey pants coated in it. His hat sat beside him, his blonde hair also muddy. He wiped his glasses on a sheet and replaced them. She noticed faint bruises around his neck and her eyes widened. She walked over to him and sat beside him.
"What happened?" she asked quietly, gently touching the black and blue marks. He turned to face her.
"You don't remember?" Her eyes met his and she looked scared. She slowly shook her head. She truely had been insane for those few moments. There was a pause, then her eyes grew wide and she nodded.
"I'm so sorry, I don't even know what to say."
"Don't worry about it." He smiled and pushed some hair behind her ear. "I don't know about you two, but as much as I love sitting around in wet clothes, I'd kind of like to change." Both Mustang and Blink nodded. She stood, letting Dutchy's hand slide down into hers and holding it for a moment(yes, i know ive done it before, but i think its just the cutest, most romantic thing!)before heading down stairs. She kept her eyes down as she walked across the lobby and into her room. Not sure what else to do with it, she stood the door up and leaned it against the frame so atleast she had some privacy. She dumped her bag out on her bed and realized she didn't have much of an option here. She owned two pairs of pants, and both of them were wet. One from dancing in the rain with Dutchy, and one from searching. Her only option was a floor length brown skirt that she despised. She put it on, hating it. She had four shirts, so she didn't have to resort to the white one with pink flowers. Instead, she slipped into a comfortable red one. She placed her wet things on the radiator next to the others and managed to shut the window the last half inch. She picked up her brush and fought with her hair until it looked like wet straw. She pulled a shoelace out of her wet boot and tied her hair into a bun. Unfortunately, she was out of dry socks. Oh well, her feet would last. She placed her hat on the bed post and sat down. She wasn't sure how long it would take the boys to change, and didn't fancy walking in on either of them. She laughed a little to herself, trying not to picture that scene.She picked up the leather horse from her pillow and hope very much that they would find her real horse. She said that Dutchy was her best friend, but it almost seemed like a lie. Cowgirl was her best friend, and nothing could change that. Well, he was her best human friend. The back of her mind couldn't help but whisper possibilities to her. What if Cowgirl never came back? Could Dutchy take her place? She shook her head and stood up. She couldn't be left alone with her mind right now. She headed upstairs. Both of the boys seemed sueprised to see her wearing a skirt.
"Well. You know, you could probably clean up nice if you tried,"Bilnk said, breaking the strange silence that followed her entrance. She just rolled her eyes and walked past him to sit beside Dutchy.
"You look worried. What's up?" She realized she wasn't wearing her hat and wished she was. She blinked back tears.
"What if she doesn't come back?" Was all she managed to whisper. He hugged her and let her tears fall silently.
"They'll find her, don't worry." Her head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. She ran across the room, pushing past Blink, and flew down the stairs.
"Did you find her?" The looks on the faces of the dripping wet boys told her they hadn't.
"Mustang, I'm sorry, but I can't ask them to stay out there in the rain. We've still gotta sell in the morning," Jack said quietly, pulling his hat off. She nodded and walked slowly back upstairs. She couldn't even bring herself to say anything. She just hugged Dutchy, and couldn't bring herself to move anymore. He finally lead her gently over to his bunk to sit down.
"Do you want to go back downstairs? We do have to sell tomorrow." She shook her head.
"If I'm alone, my mind will wander. If it does, I'll scare myself. Please, can I stay up here?" Dutchy looked up at Jack, who had come upstairs with the others. He nodded. "I need someone to hold onto." They lay down side by side and Mustang cried herself to sleep.
awwww, that was so cute. i have a plot! be happy for me! this doesnt occur very often!
