Cassie's Santa Fe Adventure - By ShoeGoil (Cassie)
DISCLAIMER ~ Newsies is the property of Disney. But I am the property of myself. I know I am an
interesting person, so I don't blame you for wanting to put me in your stories. Please ask for
permission, so I can make sure that you are my friend, otherwise I don't want a story written
about me. Um, yeah. I am also the owner of the name ShoeGoil. That is my name. Do not steal
my name. I am cool cuz that is my name. Thank you. I luv you!! (in a non- david/denton way, of
course!!)
Part 12
On the walk to the Lodging House, David Les and I walked ahead of Sarah and Jack, but I stayed out of the two boys’ conversation as much as possible because, frankly, it felt like there were dinosaurs in my stomach! I clutched my purse close to me, and looked critically at my dress, a light blue cotton one with lace around the hands and neck. It reached down to my ankles and I had my hair tied back in a matching blue bow, both bought for the occasion of coming to New York with some of my money. What would the guys think of me? Would they think I am just the typical girl, like Sarah, who wants to be beautiful and have boyfriend? Or would they see me as I really am; a girl full of excitement at the prospect of living in New York and selling papers? I hoped the newsies wouldn’t not let me live with them, just because I was a girl. But the newsies would never turn away anyone! Why would they start with me? I laughed out loud at my insecurities.
“What’s so funny?” David asked, hoping he hadn’t missed something. I shrugged.
“Nothing’s funny. I’m just happy!” Davey grinned and put his arm around my shoulders. “Wait, I take that back, yes, there is something funny.”
“What?” he asked.
“I get to meet the newsies!” I exclaimed excitedly, turning to look up into his face. He looked at me confused.
“Why is that funny?”
“Well, you see, Davey, it’s not every day a girl from California gets to come to New York and meet all the people she looks up to! Why, it’s unnerving! I don’t even know if my excitement will allow me to get to the lodging house without freiking out!” David stopped walking and turned to me with a worried look in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” He reached out his hand and felt my forehead, searching for signs of fever. I laughed and pushed aside his hand.
“Don’t freik out, Davey! I was just joking!” He laughed, but I could tell he was just faking it, he didn’t get it, which made me laugh even harder, and Les joined in, until it was the three of us standing there with tears rolling down our faces.
“Hey! Who’s holding us up?” Jack yelled from behind us. I turned to look at him and smirked.
“Why are you complaining, Jack Kelly? You don’t want to spend any more quality time with Sarah?” I teased him, and winked at her to show I didn’t mean it. Jack’s face turned red, and I turned back around and started to walk, this time more assured that everything would be fine when I met the boys.
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But it wasn’t fine. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be a grand homecoming. As we climbed the lodging house stairs and entered the building, we heard talking and laughter coming from upstairs in the boys’ bunk room.
“Oh, no,” Jack muttered, and he raced up the stairs, with David and Les running after him. I looked at Sarah, who shrugged and started to make her way up the stairs, also. Naturally, I followed.
“What’s da matta whichu guys?!” Jack yelled, as he entered the room, and suddenly it was quiet as all eyes narrowed in on him, then turned from him in guilt.
I look around the room, awestruck at finally seeing, face to face, all the newsies, in one room, well, minus the infamous Spot Conlon. Dutchy, Pie Eater, and Specs were lounging off in the right hand corner and Boots was sitting on a bed next to Snipeshooter, with pale-faced Itey across from them. Crutchy, sitting in a chair next to Swifty, looked like he had been writing something. Snoddy, Skittery, and Snitch were standing around a table, occupied by Kid Blink, Bumlets, Mush and Kloppman, and most surprisingly, Racetrack, who was in the middle of dealing out cards.
“The sun’s shinin’, da birds are singin’, da presses are rollin’! What ‘re ya guys doin’ in heah!?” No one spoke, and I offered a small smile of encouragement to a few who glanced my way. “Hello!? I’m tawkin’ to you guys! Why aren’tcha doin’ your job?” He paused again, and when there was still no answer, he turned to his best friend, and yelled “RACE?”
“What, Jackie-Boy?” Jack’s eyes flashed angrily at the obvious sign of apathy in the room.
“Race, when ya came cryin’ ta me in Santa Fe, I thought ya wanted me ta HELP ya get the guys back on dier feet. But now I see dat ya just wanted ta be rid of da responsibilty.” He spoke slowly and quietly, but there was a scary tone to his voice that I hadn’t heard from him.
“Cowboy, I just-”
“Forget it,” Jack said. “I can’t help. There’s nothin’ I can do.” He turned around and left the rest of the newsies staring. David glanced around at them, then turned and ran down the stairs after him.
“Um,” I said. “Would now be a good time to introduce myself?”
Part 12
On the walk to the Lodging House, David Les and I walked ahead of Sarah and Jack, but I stayed out of the two boys’ conversation as much as possible because, frankly, it felt like there were dinosaurs in my stomach! I clutched my purse close to me, and looked critically at my dress, a light blue cotton one with lace around the hands and neck. It reached down to my ankles and I had my hair tied back in a matching blue bow, both bought for the occasion of coming to New York with some of my money. What would the guys think of me? Would they think I am just the typical girl, like Sarah, who wants to be beautiful and have boyfriend? Or would they see me as I really am; a girl full of excitement at the prospect of living in New York and selling papers? I hoped the newsies wouldn’t not let me live with them, just because I was a girl. But the newsies would never turn away anyone! Why would they start with me? I laughed out loud at my insecurities.
“What’s so funny?” David asked, hoping he hadn’t missed something. I shrugged.
“Nothing’s funny. I’m just happy!” Davey grinned and put his arm around my shoulders. “Wait, I take that back, yes, there is something funny.”
“What?” he asked.
“I get to meet the newsies!” I exclaimed excitedly, turning to look up into his face. He looked at me confused.
“Why is that funny?”
“Well, you see, Davey, it’s not every day a girl from California gets to come to New York and meet all the people she looks up to! Why, it’s unnerving! I don’t even know if my excitement will allow me to get to the lodging house without freiking out!” David stopped walking and turned to me with a worried look in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” He reached out his hand and felt my forehead, searching for signs of fever. I laughed and pushed aside his hand.
“Don’t freik out, Davey! I was just joking!” He laughed, but I could tell he was just faking it, he didn’t get it, which made me laugh even harder, and Les joined in, until it was the three of us standing there with tears rolling down our faces.
“Hey! Who’s holding us up?” Jack yelled from behind us. I turned to look at him and smirked.
“Why are you complaining, Jack Kelly? You don’t want to spend any more quality time with Sarah?” I teased him, and winked at her to show I didn’t mean it. Jack’s face turned red, and I turned back around and started to walk, this time more assured that everything would be fine when I met the boys.
***********
But it wasn’t fine. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be a grand homecoming. As we climbed the lodging house stairs and entered the building, we heard talking and laughter coming from upstairs in the boys’ bunk room.
“Oh, no,” Jack muttered, and he raced up the stairs, with David and Les running after him. I looked at Sarah, who shrugged and started to make her way up the stairs, also. Naturally, I followed.
“What’s da matta whichu guys?!” Jack yelled, as he entered the room, and suddenly it was quiet as all eyes narrowed in on him, then turned from him in guilt.
I look around the room, awestruck at finally seeing, face to face, all the newsies, in one room, well, minus the infamous Spot Conlon. Dutchy, Pie Eater, and Specs were lounging off in the right hand corner and Boots was sitting on a bed next to Snipeshooter, with pale-faced Itey across from them. Crutchy, sitting in a chair next to Swifty, looked like he had been writing something. Snoddy, Skittery, and Snitch were standing around a table, occupied by Kid Blink, Bumlets, Mush and Kloppman, and most surprisingly, Racetrack, who was in the middle of dealing out cards.
“The sun’s shinin’, da birds are singin’, da presses are rollin’! What ‘re ya guys doin’ in heah!?” No one spoke, and I offered a small smile of encouragement to a few who glanced my way. “Hello!? I’m tawkin’ to you guys! Why aren’tcha doin’ your job?” He paused again, and when there was still no answer, he turned to his best friend, and yelled “RACE?”
“What, Jackie-Boy?” Jack’s eyes flashed angrily at the obvious sign of apathy in the room.
“Race, when ya came cryin’ ta me in Santa Fe, I thought ya wanted me ta HELP ya get the guys back on dier feet. But now I see dat ya just wanted ta be rid of da responsibilty.” He spoke slowly and quietly, but there was a scary tone to his voice that I hadn’t heard from him.
“Cowboy, I just-”
“Forget it,” Jack said. “I can’t help. There’s nothin’ I can do.” He turned around and left the rest of the newsies staring. David glanced around at them, then turned and ran down the stairs after him.
“Um,” I said. “Would now be a good time to introduce myself?”