Sweetie and Doll Face
disclaimer ~ I don't own Newsies or any of the characters, the only one I created is Flame
Flame awoke the next morning to find herself in the Manhattan lodging house. She was confused at first but then, remembering the events of the previous night she figured one of the Manhattan boys had brought her hear, and her confusion slowly turned to dread. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't go back to Brooklyn, but all her stuff was there. And she certainly didn't want to stay in Manhattan. What about Spot? And Race? Oh poor Race, she dragged him into the middle of all this…and for what? Because she stupidly acted on impulse. Because she didn't control herself. Because she was too busy being a stupid little…
"Hey" a voice pulled her out of her thoughts. It was Blink.
"Oh…hi" she responded. Great, she thought, another guy who I screwed up with.
"You ok?"
"Umm…yeah. I was out walking last night and I got tired…I only meant to rest for a minute but I guess."
"Race brought you here. He told us what happened."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Silence fell. It was kind of funny though, Blink didn't seem mad at her. A little bit sad and uncomfortable, but not how she thought he'd react to her trying to sleep with one of his friends. Here she was, getting what she knew she deserved, and he was asking if she was ok.
"Blink…"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
"Flame…don't be. Really it's…"
"No! No, it's not ok. I was terrible to you. You were nothing but sweet to me and I used you. I took advantage of you, of all of you. Honestly I don't even understand why you're here talking to me, you probably hate me. You and Race, and..oh god Race. He won't ever want to see me again..I…"
"Flame, I'm fine. Race is fine. We're all fine. I'm not mad at you, nobody hates you."
"What? Why not?"
"You think we didn't know what we were getting ourselves into? None of us dated you to have a long term relationship, we know you're not the relationship type and honestly, neither are we. We dated you because thought you were cute and fun, we thought we'd have a good time and we did. When I dated you, I wasn't planning on falling in love or marrying you, I just wanted to have fun and get to know you better."
"So none of you hate me?"
"No, of course not."
Flame breathed a sigh of relief, it made her feel a lot better knowing that not everybody in the world hated her.
"So if you guys don't hate me…then is it possible for me to stay here?"
"Well yeah, but only until you and Spot cool down. Kloppman doesn't like girls staying here."
"I'm not sure if it's gonna cool down this time. I thought Race told you what happened."
"Yeah, he said you guys got in a huge fight."
"I slapped him."
"You what?"
"I slapped him. Across the face."
"Ok forget what I said before. I love you, marry me?"
Flame couldn't help but laugh. Even though she couldn't stay in Manhattan permanently she could at least crash there until she figured out what to do next. She'd go back to Brooklyn tonight and get her stuff after all the boys were asleep.