Cheetah's Short
Comedic Love
Words: 467

Okay, so when I sent out the CC for this series of one shots, I didn't expect to end up sick. LOL So yeah, my head is stuffy and I feel like a train ran over my head. If I drank excessively last night, I would know that this would be a hangover, but I haven't gotten drunk in about a year and a half...LOL So yeah...it's crazy. But thinking about making people happy and giving them a Christmas present (even though they might be up to a month late LOL), I seriously find me feeling better when I'm trying to figure out a story for them. So, here's Cheetah's short, finally! Even though I got her profile in like within the first 3 of them, I couldn't believe I ended up sick over Christmas! Grr! And then ended up sick because of working so much! Argh! LOL So yeah, I hope you enjoy it! Merry (late) Christmas!

And sorry that this one's shorter than the rest, but I thought it was cute how it ended the way it was. Normally I write the thing and then go back and begin elaborating but after I elaborated a total of like 300 and some words, I couldn't mess it up anymore because I loved the ending.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the musical Newsies. I love the musical and that's why I'm a fic writer for this genre. I do NOT own Morris Delancey, Oscar Delancey, or anyone else in this collection of fics...only myself and the character Hair. So yeah...

Cheetah/Haley O'Connor belongs to the lovely Cheetah!

"I love you, Cheetah," Morris Delancey said to himself after looking around to make sure no one was in ear shot. "I have always loved you." Morris watched Cheetah from the back of the distribution center building as Cheetah O'Connor bought a small stack of newspapers.

"Get those papers over here!" Oscar yelled towards a stunned Morris. "Now!" he added when Morris didn't respond.

Morris snapped out of his flabbergasted state and pushed the dolly with newspapers towards his brother and Uncle Weasel.

"50 papes," Hair said, glaring at Morris. She knew when he gave out newspapers, sometimes he "miscounted" and gave less papers than what was paid for.

Morris flopped exactly 50 newspapers on the counter and under the bars without taking his eyes off of Cheetah who was conversing with Jack Kelly.

Hair followed his gaze over to Jack and Cheetah and then back to Morris. Smiling she grabbed her newspapers and bounded down the six steps and over to Jack and Cheetah. "Hey, Jack, I think Morris has an interest in you this morning," she greeted.

Jack turned and looked over at Morris, as did Cheetah and Hair. "It's probably because I got the best him again," he said with a sly smile before turning back to the girls.

"He's just wanting to know what I'm doing," Cheetah said absentmindedly. She knew he stared at her every time Cheetah bought her newspapers.

Jack and Hair looked at Cheetah with their mouths open. "You better watch it, Hair. A fly might fly in there," Cheetah said. "You too, Jack," she added before she walked off.

"What's it to you?" Hair called after her and then took off towards her. "Besides, I'm not the one looking like I'm in love with a Delancey."

Cheetah spun around, her eyes a darker green than usual: a sign that Cheetah had just gotten angry. "What did you say?"

"You heard me," Hair replied, not backing down. Hair was generally a sweet girl and got along with everyone, but she wasn't about to let Cheetah get the best of her this time.

Cheetah looked around. Good, no one else came out here. They're still back there talking with each other, Cheetah thought to herself before saying to Hair, "Fine, I like the guy. What's wrong with that?"

Hair's eyes widened. She couldn't believe her ears.

"Did I hear that right, Cheetah?" a male's voice came from behind her.

Cheetah froze before slowly turning around to find a smiling Morris. Her face dropped like Snyder had caught her with money in her pockets that she had just stolen. Why did I have to say it? Cheetah thought.

Morris walked up to the surprised Cheetah and wrapped his arms around her before kissing her on the lips. "I was hoping you'd say that, tootsie!"