Gip's Short
Comedic Love/Comedic
Words: 410

Okay, so this one's only like 410 words long. Sorry for the shortness, but I'm trying to get them as long as I can. Like I said in Cheetah's Short's AN, I write the situation down, and then go back and elaborate. That's how I've always written and sometimes they come out to almost 1000 words and sometimes they come out to about 200 words. So yeah. I'm trying though, promise!

Anyway, I just have to say poor Gip. And I hate Oscar! LOL But I think it's funny cute and everything. I didn't know whether to classify this as Comedic or Comedic Love so it's both. LOL I hope you like it.

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...

Gypsy/Gip belongs to the wonderful and lovely Gip!

"Well, if it isn't a Gypsy," Oscar Delancey said, coming up behind Gip.

Gip rolled her eyes at Oscar's stupid remark and turned around to face him. "You know, you need to come up with a better line than that if you want to impress me."

"Come on! You know you think it's a funny line," Oscar replied with a smirk.

"It was funny the first time you said it, but after awhile, it gets really dumb," Gip replied with a smirk of her own, knowing Oscar hated when she calls anything about him 'dumb'.

"Speak for yourself, little fortune teller," Oscar retorted while he noted to himself that she was wearing her bandana that she dons on cold days such as this one.

"Put a lid on it, Oscar," Gip replied and spun on her heel to walk away.

Oscar followed close behind her. Although he didn't say another word, he smiled at the back of Gip's head.

"What?" Gip yelled when she stopped and then spun around to face him.

"Nothing, I'm just enjoying a nice walk," Oscar said, not letting his smile falter.

Rolling her eyes, Gip turned back around and continued walking. Before she knew it, she could sense Oscar within arms reach of her. She suddenly stopped and Oscar ran into her. As she slowly turned around to face him, she readied herself to glare at the smirking boy.

"If you wanted me to run into you Gip, all you had to do was ask," Oscar said with a glare of his own.

"What do you want, Oscar?" she finally asked after a moment of glaring at each other.

"I just want to enjoy my nice walk," he replied. "I thought I already told you that."

Gip took in a short breath, before elaborating on her question, "I meant, what do you want with me?"

Oscar smiled. Without saying anything, he grabbed her and kissed her gently on the lips. "Just embarrass you in front of your dumb friends," he said after he let her go and pointed across the street.

Gip looked in the direction Oscar was pointing and felt her jaw hit the floor. There they were, all watching as Oscar had kissed her, four of the newsies she spent her time with: Jack Kelly, Racetrack Higgins, David Jacobs, and Spot Conlon.

Oscar walked past Gip and smacked her gently on her butt before laughing on his way back the way they came.