Newsies Imagines

N7MIH- Jack Kelly

(Y/N) POV

I felt around a little, 'til I decided to grab some sort of fabric material. I pulled out a red bandana. Jack's red bandana. Oh, boy. Of course it had to be Jack. Jack Kelly: the long time thorn in my side. Jack Kelly: the pesky egomaniac with no sense of respect. Jack Kelly: the skirt-chaser. Jack Kelly: my crush. Kath devilishly grinned at me. "Screw you," I muttered. I stood as Jack sauntered over to me. Mr. Overconfident.

"Looks like its me an' you, dollface," he grinned at me.

"For real? Let's just get this over with," I huffed. As soon as the door to the closet closed behind us, I started wishing imminent death.

"Well, doll, looks like you'se stuck wit' me," Jack smiled. Ugggh! I hate him so much! Why does he have to be so dang cute! I sat in silence, ignoring him.

"Quiet much?" he attempted, after a few minutes. I just nodded.

"Wow. This is really awkward," he seemed to be losing his cool. I could feel his eyes on me, begging me to break the deafening silence. I gave in.

"What do you want, Kelly?"

"Can't you see it," he flirted, "in my eyes?"

"AND THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I DON'T TALK TO YOU! YOU'RE ALWAYS FLIRTING! WHY?!" I erupted. He was silent a moment.

"Well, I suppose I'se always flirtin' wit' ya, cause I want you'se ta like me da way I like you," he finally answered.

"What?" I was confused.

"Look, (L/N), I'se know ya hate me, but please hear what I gotta say. I..." he took a deep breath, "I'se really like you'se a lot, an' I want ya ta be my goilfriend," he finished. I was startled by his abruptness, but even more startled at my own response.

"Yeah, Jack. I'se'll be youah goilfriend." What has gotten into me? All I know is that dating Jack is gonna be one heck of a ride!