Gee, Thanks
A/N: This is obvious, but I don't own the Newsies. I own the story and situation, but not the characters. Any ways, PLEEEEEEEEEEASE review. Reviews make me smile. And smiling is good
He saw her. He liked her. He met her. He liked her even more. He'd never been nervous around girls before. But, here he was, asking David, of all people, for advice.
"Davey, I like her. A lot. But whenever I try to talk to her and ask her out, I get all nervous, and it's like I'm some sort of... of.. ."
"Blathering idiot?" David supplied, never looking up from the novel he was reading. Jack sat up from where he'd been laying upside down, half off of David's bed and stopped bouncing the soccer ball against the wall.
"Dave, it's nice to know you care so much. Really. Cause there's nothing a guy appreciates more than having his best friend call him a blathering idiot. Thank you."
"I'm impressed that you knew what 'blathering idiot' meant. Kudos."
Jack stood up and massaged his temples. (You get a killer head ache when you hang upside down and then sit up too fast.)
"I'm leaving. Good-bye, person who I thought was my friend."
"Y'know, I could always mediate. I know her pretty well. She's one of Sarah's friends' sisters."
Jack turned around. He seriously looked like he was going to kill David.
"You mean that you knew this girl could've talked to her for me, maybe even introduced me this whole time and didn't tell me!"
David shrugged, still not looking up from his book.
"You never asked."
"You could've told me!"
"Watching you try to talk to her yourself was immensely more amusing."
"Gee, thanks."
"You're welcome."