Attention ~A Newsies Story~

Untitled Part 2

*1 new message*

Albert sighed and opened the notification.

Jack: did u see twitter?

Albert: Conlons post?

Jack: ya. u were @ the game was there a fight?

Albert: no but race was high af. i left quickly

Jack: u talked to race? never seen him smoke tbh

Albert: idk hes annoying

Jack: well i am going to the party w/ crutch. u going? racell be there for sure we can see if he smokes

Albert: thats borderline stalking? but sure.

Jack: k. dave says be careful btw

Albert let out a breath of amusement, typical Davey. He didn't know why he said yes to going to the party, he didn't want to drink, maybe he could hang with Crutchie.

Hanging with Crutchie was a no go. The sandy haired boy immediately went for the strongest drink, he had a much stronger tolerance than Albert thought but was now hammered. Crutchie plopped on Alberts lap.

"Jackie's a b!tch." Crutchie whined but didn't stop talking long enough for Albert to answer, "He said I'm too drunk and can't drink no more."

"I think he's right." Albert said carefully. Crutchie, often underestimated, was a true goblin child and not good at people reading. He broke someone's nose because they asked about his padlocked pockets. His yellow ochre overalls had one strap unbuttoned but his pockets still had the small padlock on them.

"And he said no one wanted to steal my shinies. Liar. Why don't they ever play good music? Pop is crap, Poor Man's Poison has better music." Crutchie continued to ramble on. Albert tried to shift but Crutchie prevented him from moving.

Albert looked around for Race. Low and behold he sat near Spot Conlon but Albert couldn't tell what was happening.

"Youse got googly eyes. Who's for?" Crutchie squinted, his round glasses were dirty.

"No one. Ise looking for someone."

"Theys call me matchmaker for a reason. I gots padlocked pockets and keep secrets and shinies in em. Spill." He demanded.

"I ain't lying."

"Yes youse are. Now spill, or Ise make you. I got crow friends too." Crutchie looked serious.

Don't underestimate him.

"Crutchie Ise got to go." He glanced to his phone, faking panic.

Crutchie got up but flipped off Albert.

"Youse a liar but I'll bother Davey."

With a sigh of relief Albert quickly left the party. Crutchie may not remember anything about tonight in the morning but he will remember secrets. He wasn't lying that he wouldn't share, well not exactly.

Despite common belief, Crutchie was not the most patient, he got a little obvious with his hints. Albert didn't need that, especially since just wanted to know if Race was not as bad a person he thought.

He opened Instagram and saw some posts from the party when he was at his dorm.

*DM from Spot Conlon*

Spot Conlon: You talked to my boyfriend? You see who beat him?

Albert sighed and tossed his phone onto his bed but then tripped over a sweatshirt.

"You okay?" Jojo poked his head into Alberts room. Albert got up,

"Yeah I'm fine. Why are you still up?"

"Working on stuff." Jojo shrugged.

"Still?" Albert knew Jojo had been working on stuff when Albert left 3 hours ago, now it was 3am.

"Yeah," Jojo combed a hand through his hair, "It's due in 3 days and I am only halfway through."

"oh. Well I'm going to bed."

" 'Night." Jojo disappeared into darkness. Albert shut the door and went to move his and was he had a text from an unknown messenger.