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I woke up and Jack was gone and I sat up looking around and Jack was on the fire escape dressed in his pants and white shirt suspenders hanging on the side and he was smoking staring at the sun slowly rising.
"Jack" I whispered and he looked at me smirking slightly, "Today's the day" I whispered and I don't know why I was whispering because no one was around but I didn't want to break the euphoric feeling I was having this early morning.
"Yeah" he nodded.
"I'm so proud of you Jack… everyone is even Medda she said she always knew you would do something great… Jack Kelly the great strike leader" I smiled grabbing my clothes and pulling them as he stared off down the street thinking. I slid my dress on and pulled the black vest on over top looking at him.
"Yeah… well this is one strike leader who will be glad when its over" he stated putting out his cigarette, "Then I can get out of here and go to Santa Fe" he looked at me, "Nothing for me to stay for" he stated and I was hurt a little by his words but I didn't show it.
"Everything is different in Santa Fe, bigger" he smirked, "The sky, the desert, the sun" he nodded.
"It's the same sun Jack" I laughed slightly.
"But it looks different" he looked at me and I smirked shaking my head getting up to grab the breakfast Toby had left of eggs and toast.
I grabbed the tray setting it on the window sill and nodded towards it for Jack and he smiled grabbing a piece of toast and the glass of milk.
"I'm not use to having wedderr I stay or wedder I go matta to anybody" He stated and I stared him, "Not saying it should matta to you… but does it matta?" he asked me quietly.
"It only mattas to you if you stay or go… don't stay if you are going to regret it the rest of your life… Jack… do what makes you happy" I told him and he stared at me, "You are in charge of your life… your destiny" I told him and he smiled touching my face kissing me softly, "What I think doesn't matta" I smiled eating the other piece of toast.
"What if I want it to matta?" he asked him eating his toast.
"I want you to go to Santa Fe… I'm not drowning anymore Jack, remember?" I smirked and he nodded drinking his milk.
(Later that night)
"Jacky Boy" Spot and David came into the room as I finished tying Jack's red neck tie he always wore, "Daredevil" Spot took off his hat and I smiled.
"Good luck, guys…" I kissed Jack and then David and Spot's cheeks going downstairs; to the packed full of Newsies; theater. I saw Les sitting at a table down front and I walked over squeezing his shoulders and sitting down at the table as Jack, Spot and David came out on stage and everyone was cheering and the band played and I laughed shaking my head.
"Carryin the banner!" Jack called as everyone calmed down.
"Carryin the banner!" they all jumped back up yelling back cheering.
Jack took a breathe and stood up straight,
"So, we've come a long way, but we ain't there yet and maybe it's only gonna get tougher from now on. But that's fine, we'll just get tougher widh it. But also, we gotta get smart and start listening to my pal David" and a few people cheered and clapped, "who says 'stop soakin' the scabs'." Jack added.
"What are we supposed to do kiss em'" Racetrack joked behind us and I laughed.
"Any scab I sees, I soak 'em… Period" Spot stated.
"No, no. That's what they want us to do. If we get violent, it's just playing into their hands." David stated.
"Hey, look. They're gonna be playing widh my hands, alright. 'Cuz it ain't what they say, it's what we say. And nobody ain't gonna listen to us unless we make 'em." Spot stated and the newsies started to argue.
Jack stepped up,
"You got no brains. Why we starting to fight each other? It's just what the big shot's wanna see. That we're street trash! Street rats widh no brain's. No respect for nothing, including ourselves! So, here's how it's gonna be. If we don't act together, then we're nothin. If we don't stick together, then we're nothin. And if we can't even trust each udder, then we're nothin." Jack sighed.
"Tell 'em Jack" Blink called hanging over the banister above us.
"So, what's it gonna be?" Jack looked at the crowd.
"We're widh you Jack" Race stated and I patted his arm as everyone agreed.
"So, what you say Spot?" Jack turned to him.
"I say, that what you say, is what I say" Spot smiled spitting in his hand and Jack spit in his and they shook on it and everyone cheered.
Jack grabbed David and Spot's hand and held them up victoriously. I saw the curtains open up and Medda came out and the Newsies stood up and cheered wildly excited as the band stared up and they guys got off the stage.