•Cause my bean deserves so much more appreciation
•Too Scared to Tell Her
•Elmer (feat. Finch)
•Broadway
•1899
• (Y/n/n)= Your Newsie nameElmer POV
I flopped onto the bed with a sigh. My bunkmate, Finch, peeked down from the top. "What's up?" He asked.
"I have a problem," I told him.
"I'll say!" He teased, "Does it have something to do with a certain Newsie named (y/n/n)?" I turned beet red.
"Yeah...is it that obvious?" I asked. Finch nodded and swung down beside me.
"Look, just talk to them!" He suggested.
"No! I can't do that," I panicked, "What if they don't like me back? What if they think I'm weird?"
"One, I'm pretty sure they like you back," Finch answered, "And two, you ARE weird."
"You really think they like me back?" Elmer smiled a little at the thought.
"I'm sure. Now go ask (Y/n/n)!" Finch told me.
"Ask me what?" (Y/n/n) walked into the room.
" Oh, uh, can I, um, talk to you?" I asked glancing back at Finch. He gave me a thumbs-up.
"Sure," (Y/n/n) crinkled their nose in confusion. It was the most adorable thing I'd ever seen.
"Well, um, I...," I took a deep breath, "I was wondering if, um, you'd go out with me. Like, on a date. Tomorrow night. At Jacobi's."
"I'd LOVE to!!" They grinned and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I looked over at Finch. Go get em, he mouthed. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night.
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Newsies Imagines
FanfictionSimply put: A book of Newsies imagines to (hopefully) sooth your inner longing to join the newsie strike of 1899. Requests open!