Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I love you all!! I do not
own any of the Newsies although I wish I did. I only own Cecile and ones
that don't appear in the movie.
Manhattan
"Ok everyone. Listen up!" Spot yelled as they reached the outskirts of Manhattan. "Canyon, Trouble, Swifty, Lucky and Sullivan; I want you to surround Cecile so no one can see her enough to recognize her."
"Oh my gosh. Spot is this really necessary? I feel like I'm in prison." Cecile complained, as the boys surrounded her.
"Well, this is the area where he works. Of course, if you really don't want to be surrounded, then you might be recognized and taken back." He said seriously.
"Fine." She sighed.
"We're almost there. It won't be so bad, I promise." Sullivan said.
"Ok." She smiled.
"So this hoity-toity gentleman walks into a pub in England…" Trouble began, while everyone else groaned.
"Spare us, Trouble." Canyon said. "I think the only joke that was actually funny was the one you told yesterday at lunch."
"Hey! My jokes aren't bad." Trouble protested.
"Whatever!" They all yelled.
"Here is the restaurant that the Manhattan Newsies eat at. In fact, I think they are there right now." Lucky said, looking towards a building called Tibby's. As Lucky said that, a couple Newsies ran out calling Spot's name.
"That one with the bandanna is Jack Kelly, or Cowboy. The one next to him with the eye patch is Kid Blink and the shorter one with the brown curls and no shirt is Mush. The really short one is Race. The others are probably out selling or still in the restaurant." Sullivan said.
"Yeah. Spot told me that Jack, Blink and Mush are the biggest womanizers in New York besides him."
"They are. And don't you dare fall for one of them, Cecile because I don't want you to
get hurt." Lucky said concerned.
"Ok. I won't, Lucky. I already have one protective older brother here, I don't need two." She said, smiling and giving Lucky a half hug. She turned towards where her brother was and saw him talking to the one called Jack. They were both looking towards her and Jack was nodding. All of a sudden, her eyes met his. She felt like she could melt in his chocolate brown eyes. Her breath got caught up in her throat and she felt like she couldn't tear herself from his gaze for anything. The trance was broken by Lucky's voice.
"So do you agree with me?" He asked.
"Um…Yeah." She said, coming back to Earth.
"This is Irving Hall, where Medda performs and lives." Spot said, catching up to them. He knocked on the door and it opened. All of the Newsies waited around outside, waiting to see what Medda would say.
From Manhattan's POV
The Manhattan Newsies were gathered around a table at Tibby's, listening to Mush tell about this girl that he had met last night.
"Hey! Isn't that Spot and some of his Newsies?" Blink asked.
"Yeah. What's he doing here? It ain't Poker Night." Jack said. "He brought a lot of Newsies with him. They're all clumped around something, what is it?"
"I say we go find out." Racetrack Higgins said. Jack, Race, Blink and Mush rushed out of the restaurant, calling Spot's name.
"Hey Jacky-boy!" Spot said, spitting in his palm and holding it out to Jack. Jack did the same.
"What brings you here, Spottie?" Race asked.
"Don't call me Spottie, Race." Spot demanded. "I have some business to talk about with Medda." Jack nodded absentmindedly. He noticed a girl in the clump of Newsies, a couple of yards ahead of them.
"Who is she?" Jack wondered. As if in response to his question, her eyes caught his. He gazed into her icy blue eyes. He felt they could see right through him. He looked at her angel-like face. His trance was broken by Spot asking him a question.
"So, how have you been, Jack?" Spot asked.
"Good. Who is that girl over there with your Newsies, Spot?" Jack asked.
"Her? No one at all." Spot said quickly. Jack looked at him suspiciously. He glanced back at the angel. She was about 5'9, with wavy blonde hair that was piled on top of her head. She was very slender and had a peaches and cream complexion. And those eyes..he couldn't get them out of his head.
"Well, I have to go catch up with Lucky and everyone." Spot said hurriedly. "I'll stop by the lodging house later and we can all go to Medda's, ok?" He asked.
"Sure." Jack answered. "See you later Spot." He looked suspiciously at the Brooklyn Newsies crowded around the entrance to Medda's. There was something suspicious going on here and Jack didn't like it.
Manhattan
"Ok everyone. Listen up!" Spot yelled as they reached the outskirts of Manhattan. "Canyon, Trouble, Swifty, Lucky and Sullivan; I want you to surround Cecile so no one can see her enough to recognize her."
"Oh my gosh. Spot is this really necessary? I feel like I'm in prison." Cecile complained, as the boys surrounded her.
"Well, this is the area where he works. Of course, if you really don't want to be surrounded, then you might be recognized and taken back." He said seriously.
"Fine." She sighed.
"We're almost there. It won't be so bad, I promise." Sullivan said.
"Ok." She smiled.
"So this hoity-toity gentleman walks into a pub in England…" Trouble began, while everyone else groaned.
"Spare us, Trouble." Canyon said. "I think the only joke that was actually funny was the one you told yesterday at lunch."
"Hey! My jokes aren't bad." Trouble protested.
"Whatever!" They all yelled.
"Here is the restaurant that the Manhattan Newsies eat at. In fact, I think they are there right now." Lucky said, looking towards a building called Tibby's. As Lucky said that, a couple Newsies ran out calling Spot's name.
"That one with the bandanna is Jack Kelly, or Cowboy. The one next to him with the eye patch is Kid Blink and the shorter one with the brown curls and no shirt is Mush. The really short one is Race. The others are probably out selling or still in the restaurant." Sullivan said.
"Yeah. Spot told me that Jack, Blink and Mush are the biggest womanizers in New York besides him."
"They are. And don't you dare fall for one of them, Cecile because I don't want you to
get hurt." Lucky said concerned.
"Ok. I won't, Lucky. I already have one protective older brother here, I don't need two." She said, smiling and giving Lucky a half hug. She turned towards where her brother was and saw him talking to the one called Jack. They were both looking towards her and Jack was nodding. All of a sudden, her eyes met his. She felt like she could melt in his chocolate brown eyes. Her breath got caught up in her throat and she felt like she couldn't tear herself from his gaze for anything. The trance was broken by Lucky's voice.
"So do you agree with me?" He asked.
"Um…Yeah." She said, coming back to Earth.
"This is Irving Hall, where Medda performs and lives." Spot said, catching up to them. He knocked on the door and it opened. All of the Newsies waited around outside, waiting to see what Medda would say.
From Manhattan's POV
The Manhattan Newsies were gathered around a table at Tibby's, listening to Mush tell about this girl that he had met last night.
"Hey! Isn't that Spot and some of his Newsies?" Blink asked.
"Yeah. What's he doing here? It ain't Poker Night." Jack said. "He brought a lot of Newsies with him. They're all clumped around something, what is it?"
"I say we go find out." Racetrack Higgins said. Jack, Race, Blink and Mush rushed out of the restaurant, calling Spot's name.
"Hey Jacky-boy!" Spot said, spitting in his palm and holding it out to Jack. Jack did the same.
"What brings you here, Spottie?" Race asked.
"Don't call me Spottie, Race." Spot demanded. "I have some business to talk about with Medda." Jack nodded absentmindedly. He noticed a girl in the clump of Newsies, a couple of yards ahead of them.
"Who is she?" Jack wondered. As if in response to his question, her eyes caught his. He gazed into her icy blue eyes. He felt they could see right through him. He looked at her angel-like face. His trance was broken by Spot asking him a question.
"So, how have you been, Jack?" Spot asked.
"Good. Who is that girl over there with your Newsies, Spot?" Jack asked.
"Her? No one at all." Spot said quickly. Jack looked at him suspiciously. He glanced back at the angel. She was about 5'9, with wavy blonde hair that was piled on top of her head. She was very slender and had a peaches and cream complexion. And those eyes..he couldn't get them out of his head.
"Well, I have to go catch up with Lucky and everyone." Spot said hurriedly. "I'll stop by the lodging house later and we can all go to Medda's, ok?" He asked.
"Sure." Jack answered. "See you later Spot." He looked suspiciously at the Brooklyn Newsies crowded around the entrance to Medda's. There was something suspicious going on here and Jack didn't like it.