Okay we don't have a lot of time so we're skipping the witty banter.
Two weeks later
David sighed, his life was getting weird. Not like freak show weird, just kinda weird. Every time he saw a street performer he felt the insane need to see if it was Detta. He hadn't seen her in the last two weeks. He also had no reason to Medda's to check on her. C'est la vie. Today he had an excuse though, there was a big party for the newsies over at Medda's and if he was quiet he might be able to sneak up to the attic. As David got ready that evening he felt nervous. Once he got to the lodging house Jack noticed.
"Why so jumpy Dave?" He asked casually, as he picked up Les, putting the small boy on his shoulders.
"Jumpy, what do you mean jumpy? I'm not jumpy, not in the least." David said in a obviously jumpy voice.
Racetrack and Blink, who were sitting close by, laughed at this reaction.
"It's because of some girl named Detty or Demma or something like that," Les answered for his brother, earning himself a glare.
"How did you know that?" David asked.
"You talk in your sleep."
"So who's this girl Davy?" Jack said, smiling at his friend.
"What girl?" Mush asked walking over to his friends.
"Apparently Davy got a girl and didn't tell us about her," Race said, enjoying the situation more then he should.
"Way to go Davy!" Mush said, clapping the boy on the back.
"I didn't get a girl," David said, trying to regain some control.
"Come on Dave who is she?" Crutchy said, jumping in to the conversation.
"Yeah, tell us. You know we'll find out eventually," Jack said smirking.
"I…well she-she's not my girl per say, she's just a friend."
"So there is a girl," Jack stated grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "What's her name?"
"Detta," David grumbled.
"You were close," Jack said to Les. "One letter off."
"Guys it's time to go!" Dutchy yelled from down stairs.
"You heard the man," Jack said, putting on his (awesome!) hat. "Let's go. Who knows we might find Davy's mystery girl."
"You are the worst friends EVER," David shouted above the laughs and whistles.
At Medda's
David spent most of evening wandering, trying to get far enough away from his friends so that he could go to Detta but for two hours he was either talking to some one or being mocked by one of his "friends" (yes, he's still bitter). Finally around nine o'clock he managed to slip away.
David slipped to the back room and up the steps to the tower room. Once he got there he knocked quietly on the door.
"Detta," he said in to the door. "It's me."
Detta peaked through the door then swung it open.
"Heya Davy," she said smiling. "You see that party down stairs?"
"Yeah, it's kinda for me and the other newsies," he said, feeling strangely happy to see the girl. "Do you, uh…want to come down?"
"To the party?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Um, I've never been to a party. You sure you want me to come?"
"Yeah," David said, then he laughed. "I mean, you can't possibly be more socially awkward then me!"
Detta then laughed back at him.
"Just give me a moment to get ready and I'll be down," she said smiling.
After about twelve minutes Detta came out of her room now wearing a yellow dress that probably use to belong to Medda. If you looked hard you could see where she sewed it up or patched it. But despite any and all flaws in her wardrobe she looked beautiful. Her eyes sparkled with a strange brightness that started David on a trail of cliché thought that Started with "wow she's gorgeous" and ended with "oh crap, am I thinking of this?",
"Shall we," Detta asked, braking David away from his train of thought.
"Wh-yeah, let's," David said, turning towards the steps wit Detta. "By the way my friends will probably be really obnoxious so-"
"Davy," she said smiling. "I work as a performer on the streets of New York, I'm use to obnoxiousness."
Down stairs
Once Davy and Detta made it down stair to the main room they were quickly engulfed in the crowed of newsies.
Soon Davy and Detta were spotted by Jack and co. who just could not resist.
"So Davy, this is your girl," Race said, smiling widely.
"I told, you she's not my girl," David grumbled back.
"Hi," Detta trying to smooth over any awkwardness. "I'm Detta, I-"
Detta was cut off by Les running up to David shouting at him. "David, is this her? She pretty, I like your hair." This was directed to Detta, after that Les took a breath.
Detta was taken over by pure maternal instincts at the sight of Les.
"Oh, you are SO CUTE!" She then turned to David. "Is he your younger brother? Don't even answer I can always tell. You've got the same jaw (no they don't we just needed something to connect them). Do you sell papers with your older brother? I bet people just eat you up…"
Detta kept chatting up Les as Jack, Spot and a few others walked up.
"Man," Spot said, chuckling. "And I thought you were the Walking Mouth."
"You know what this calls for," Jack said, grinning sadistically.
"Jack don't you dare," David threatened.
"Oh no, I think Jack's right," said Race.
"You had better not-!"
"Davy and Detta, sitting in a tree,"
"Wait a sec," Detta said as the boys continued their song. "I don't sit in trees, I swing on them!"
"YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST FRIENDS EVER!"
Ta-didle-di-da!
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