Being a newise is fun and all but y/n longs for a life of adventer, and thats axactly what they get when they catch the eye of a certain jet boy
Being a newsie wasn't all bad, I mean sure summer stinks and winters freezing but that's what you get when you work outdoors. One thing that wasn't fun was waking up, sure you can say that with any job but being a newsie comes with no sleep, like at all. You are either woken up by the jets and sharks fighting, or even your fellow newsies. So when you finally get to sleep, the morning bell is sure to ruin that for you
Great Race and Albert are fighting again, he should know by now Race is VERY protective of his cigars.
I put on my cap and make my way down the stairs to the next floor of scaffolding.
“Hey looks its bath time at the zoo”
Specs says clearly taking a jab at my messy appearance.
“I thought that i'd surprise my mother”
I say playing along with the joke
All the newsies are quick to defend me, they know what happened to my old folks, both disappeared, I don't know how, if they are dead or alive, or if they just got sick of me, yeah…that's most likely what happened.
“Papes ain’t movin’ like they used to.I need a new sellin’ spot.Got any ideas?”
Albert asks me. I'm one of the best there is at selling papes, I just lie, it's as simple as that, and i've never had a problem , for they prime age of 10 iv been making up headlines and pickpocketing strangers to feed myself, i always dreamed id get somewhere else, like Santa Fe, that's apparently i have family there, that would be nice, to be surrounded by people who loves you no matter what, no matter your mistakes
“From Bottle ally to the Harbor these easy picking garented”
“Try any banker bum or barber”
“They almost all know how to read!”
I hear cheering and shouting, iv always been their leader of sorts, i mean i have been doing this the longest.
Later that day (still y/ns pov)
"Extra! Extra!.. ughh terrifying from burning inferno you heard it right here
I take of my hat to my my gratitude, I suppose tha wasn't a lie, I was grateful, but I'm sure I'll get a mouthfuls tommorow when he finds our there was no terrifying inferno, it just the trolly strike entering there 3rd week. Also the worst business has been ever since the trolly strike started. At first it was grate. I was earning enough to feed myself probably and have enough to by extra papes in the morning but know people just want to know if they can get the tram or not, they don't care why.
I spin my body round to be greeted by a boy, can't be much older than me, he's wearing a white tank top with long cuffed jeans, he had a pretty face, but I have learned to never judge a book by its cover, especially in New York.
"You don't have any more papers for today?"
Seriously? I just had to lie and lie all day to sell papes and now, when I'm all out of papes someone acully wants one, just my luck.
"No sorry just sold my last one"
I begin to walk away when the boy suddenly picked up
I reply surprised,Iv heard people talk about him, say away from Riff the protreicans say, he's noithing but trouble, however the Jets speak of him likes he's he's God, always know what to do Riff they say, never makes the wrong call. However I I expect him to look.. like this.
"Y'know when someone gives you your name your supposed to reply with yours"
He hums, as if waiting for my response in hell I'm going to give my name to a random jet boy I have never met, well haven't known for more than a minute.
"My friends call me Boots"
"Ah so I'm ya friend now"
"No jet boy, take the message and piss of"
He raises his arms in defence a wakes of, not however befor yelling back at me.
"I'll be expecting tommorows paper!"
"If you play for it it's yours jet boy!"
With that he walked of, I cant gelp bur get butterflies, he wad sweet, no ,no he wanst he's Riff, he's no good for me.
That was probably the worst lie iv told myself
Sorry this is so short next update will be linger though but I might take a while to come out sorry 🙁
