Cassie's Santa Fe Adventure
- By ShoeGoil
DISCLAIMER Newsies is the property of Disney. But I am the property of myself. I know I am an interesting person, so I don't blame you for wanting to put me in your stories. Please ask for permission, so I can make sure that you are my friend, otherwise I don't want a story written about me. Um, yeah. I am also the owner of the name ShoeGoil. That is my name. Do not steal my name. I am cool cuz that is my name. Thank you. I luv you! (in a non- david/denton way, of course!)
DISCLAIMER'S DISCLAIMER So you found this story, huh? Let the author now warn the reader that the story (and the first Disclaimer) were written when the author was 16. She is now 24 (assuming it's still the year 2006). No doubt the reader has countless questions regarding this story, like "Why in the world is the silly thing even accessible?"
Part 7
Jack pulled me into his arms and started to kiss me. It was the strangest feeling. Jack. Jack Kelly. Who could've imagined! I remember when I first saw him on tv, and he was great! But what was happening? I should've felt lucky to be myself at that moment. I knew plenty of other obbsessive Newsie freaks who would've died to be in my "shoes", but it wasn't right. I pulled away.
"Jack," I looked at him hard, and he lowered his eyes in embarresment. "What was that for? What about Sarah?"
"Oh, gaw, Shoe. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do dat. In fact, I don't know what came ovah me. I guess I just miss my goil, Sarah-" He ruffled my hair to show me that nothing more like that would come. "Wait, you knew Sarah's name. Oh, dat Time Travel, thing, huh. Dat's how you know." He grinned, but suddenly turned serious. "Don't be mad at me for what I did."
"I'm not mad. How could I be? Jack Kelly just kissed me!" I grinned, to show him I was joking around, then I playfully punched his arm. "So, what are we gonna do for tomorrow's show? Costumes, or no?"
"Yeah, Costumes will be great." He nodded his head, to show he was serious.
"Hey, I just got an idea! Let's dress like clowns!"
"Uh, Shoe?" I nodded my head to show I was listening. He grinned. "NO."
"Fine. You know what? I think I'm gonna hit the sack. I am SO tired." He nodded in agreement.
"Where do ya wanna sleep?"
"Well, after your little outburst, I definately don't feel up to sharing a bed with you!" I slapped his face lightly and started to laugh at his expression.
"Okay, Goil. You gots da bed." He was serious, and I could tell he was tired, because he plopped down on the carpetless floor.
"No, Jack. You payed for this room. You sleep in the bed!"
"Shoe, until we get to New York, we are sharing our money. So it's your money we used for the room, too. So get into the bed!" I almost heard him say under his breath "before I change my mind," but I wan't positive, because he had his head buried in the hard wooden floor. "Hmm... That can't be too comfortable," I thought to myself, as I took off my shoes, or boots! and my top layers of clothing. ((Bloomers and tank tops make comfy pajamas, btw.)) I felt my heart soften, and threw my only pillow to Jack, and it landed on top of his head.
"Oof. Thanks a lot, Shoe!" he murmered, and I stifled a giggle as I turned off the light.
"Rise and Shine, Sleepy Head! Up and at 'em!" Jack groaned.
"What's a matta' whichu?" He murmered.
"What's the matta' with me? What's the matta' whichu!" I laughed at Jack, as I got dressed. It was obvious that he wouldn't be waking up completely until I went through the whole "Kloppman" thing. Poor Jack. He needed to get back to New York, and it was up to me to help raise the money.
"JACK! THE DISTRIBUTION CENTER IS IN FLAMES!"
Jack jumped up and started stuttering.
"Whah! Whah! What's going on hea'!" Then he realized where he was, and who he was with and got upset. "Geeze, Shoe. I was sleeping!" He threw the pillow at me.
"Oh, so dat's whut you call it. Sleep. Funny woid." Suddenly he grinned. Then he started to laugh. Pretty soon, he was on the floor he was laughing so hard.
"Uh? Did I miss da joke?"
"Da joke's on you, Shoe!" he managed to get out. "Youse tawkin' like a newsie!"
I grinned. "Well, afta' hangin wid da likes a you fer so long, it were bound ta happen!" I chuckled.
"Come on, Sunshine. Let's get somethin' ta eat, and discuss tonight's gig ovah breakfast," I told him, and led him out of the room, much to his protest. He was whining about something that had to do with shaving.
"Shave what?" I wondered.
