DaSilva's Sister (Morris Delancey x Reader)

Chapter 12

7 June 1898

Y/N's POV

"Race," I called... no response.

"Race," I tried again. This time I heard his soft snores. I sighed, of course he was still asleep.

"He up?" I heard Jojo ask.
"Nope, sleeping like a log," I sighed.

"Perfect, let's prank 'im."
"What?" I turned to face him.
"Al's got a cup a water ta pour on 'is head."
I stifled a laugh, "Let me do it, Jo."

"Sure ya don't want yer boyfriend ta be mad at ya," he teased.
I rolled my eyes, "He's not my boyfriend, Jojo. I don't have a boyfriend."

Or do I? I don't know what the events of yesterday with Davey even mean. It was so out of nowhere. Didn't even seem in his character to kiss a stranger like that.

Then again I did just meet him. How could I know what his character is like?

Feeling my hands grow heavier is what zoned me back to reality in which I realised that I was now holding the cup of water.

I tiptoed over to Race's bed then poured the water onto his face. He awoke with a jump and a high-pitched scream.

"Wakey wakey Racer!" I exclaimed. Everyone started laughing at his current state.

"Ha look at dat, she soaked 'im but like for real," I heard from Mush which made me chuckle.

I saw the exact moment that Race identified me as the perpetrator as he got a scarily determined look in his eyes.

He got out of bed and as I saw him start to chase me, I sprinted away as fast as I could.
It was a race against Race. The other newsies were cheering and laughing as the scene unfolded.

I'd finally thought I lost him, but as I stopped to take a breather, I felt myself getting splashed and gasped.

I turned to see Race holding an empty cup and dawning a smug expression.
"Now we's even, N/N."

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, "the prank wasn't even my idea."
"Excuses, excuses," he teased.

I tried to shoot him my most irritated look though I couldn't help but smile. "We should get ready, papes ain't gonna sell 'emselves."

As the other newsies noticed how drenched I was, I became the new cause of their laughter.

Jack just happened to be nearest to me and thus became my randomly chosen victim. I wrapped him in a hug, transferring some of the cold water onto him.

"N/N, I thought we's friends," he jokingly lamented.
"Guess you thought wrong." I laughed.
"Yeah yeah, get a move on," he playfully shoved me away.

Soon enough, we all had our papers and were ready to sell.

"Racer," I called
"Yeah, N/N?"
"You're selling with me today."

"Do I get a choice in dat?" he joked.
"Nope, I'm a dictator." I said with a completely straight face before staring at Race for long enough caused me to crack.

Laughing, we went out into the streets of Manhattan, ready for another day of selling. This morning was a good start to the day.

"So DaSilva, how's things wit' Delancey?" he asked, smirking a bit.
"We patched things up, our friendship is back to normal."
"Didja kiss 'im?"

I gave him a light shove.
"Morris and I are not and never will be a couple."

"Sounds like a lie ta me," he shrugged.
I rolled my eyes, "Besides, I kissed someone else."