Jack's P.O.V:
I wake to the circulation bell feeling better than I ever had. I had a spring in my step and nothing could throw my off my stride, not even Race and Albert; with their usual morning routine of Albert stealing Race's cigar and Race chasing him around the lodge. "Mornin' Jack. You seem cheerful today." Crutchie says coming over to stand by me. "Sure am, Crutch." I respond wrapping my arm around his shoulders. "So I take it that last night was success?" Davey asked walking up behind us. "Yes, Dave. Yes it was. She said yes, Katherine said yes!" I say walking towards the door. I hear the bell ring again. "Newsies, come on! We've got papes to sell!" As we walk up the the gate I see that the headline is already up; 'Firework factory in the Bronx goes boom' (a/n I know the headline is really cheesy. I'm sorry! I couldn't really think of anything else.) Well, that explains the fireworks last night. I walk up to weasel and for once actually don't make a snarky comment. Even the Delancey brothers don't faze me this morning. "Mornin' Gents." Katherine greets us walking over to us followed by Darcy. "Morning Katherine. I heard Jack finally built up the confidence to ask you to marry him." Race says walking over to us with a goofy smile. "Wanna say it a little louder Race!? I don't think Brooklyn heard you." I say hitting him on the back of the head with my hat. He just turned at me with his cigar in his mouth and smirked at me. "Well, don't let me stop you. Go out and carry the banner. Selling should be easy. The headline is a good one." Katherine says, as she crosses to Darcy and links her arm through his. "Kath, how many times do I have to tell ya? Headlines don't sell papes..." giving her a quick kiss before returning to the group. "Newsies sell papes!" All the newsies respond at once. The boys all split in different directions and began hawking the headline, improve it the truth along the way. "See you later, Kath. I love you." I say as I run to catch up with Davey and Les. "Bye, Jack. Love you too!" Katherine yells back to me. I turn around to blow her a kiss but end up tripping on a rock and landing flat on my back. When I pop back up I notice Darcy, Davey, and Katherine laughing. Les was petting some puppy tied to a nearby lamppost. By the time I reach Davey, I'm as red as a tomato. "Very graceful, Jack. You really should think about being a dancer." Davey says closing the short distance between us. "Oh shut up!" I say with a chuckle. I sell my papers on record time. After I finished I stopped by The Sun to wait for Katherine to get off work. Davey tried to take Les home but he wouldn't leave my side. He wanted to see Katherine. Can't blame the kid. That woman is amazing.
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Katherine's POV:
I walk out of The Sun and find Jack and Les waiting for me. Les sees me first; Jack's back to me. The second Les sees me a huge grin spreads across his face and runs over and wraps his arms around my waist in a hug. "Hiya, Katherine! I heard you're getting married!" Les says beaming up at me. "I sure am Les. I actually had a question for you. Well, Jack and I do." I say looking over to Jack who nods his head and walks over to us. I crouch down a little so that Les and I are eye to eye. "Les, Jack and I were talking and we where wondering if you would be the ring bearer at our wedding." I ask looking into his eyes. The next thing I know I'm on the ground with Les's arms around my neck. "Of course I will. I'd be honored." Les says smiling. Jack comes over and helps both of us up. He puts Les on his shoulders and snakes his arm around my waist. "I guess that answers that question." Jack says with a chuckle as we walk to the Newsies lodging house. My face hurts from smiling and laughing the whole way there. Who knew Jack was so good with kids.
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A New-sie Beginning
FanfictionIt's been 3 years since the Newsies won the strike against Pulitzer. Jack Kelly, fearless Manhattan union leader, continues to carry the banner everyday with the other Newsies. Although he may be dating Pulitzer's daughter, he remains loyal to his f...