newsies one-shots

newsbians - kath's pov

basically it's just the theater scene between jack and katherine except its newsie!sarah instead of jack

wrote this one AWHILE ago and i hate it so much but whatever!!
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I sat in a private box in Medda's theater, slightly swaying along with the music. Writing down some notes as the woman on stage sang, I couldn't help but admire her. She had a beautiful voice and was great at acting. My father would never let me do something like this, it took a lot of convincing just for me to be allowed to become a reporter.

The music was almost like a drug, I could tell it would be stuck in my head for days. When she finished and the Bowery Beauties came on stage, I was not expecting to be startled by someone from behind me

"Hello again."

I jumped at the sound of the voice. I turned to my right and saw the brunette girl from earlier, leaning against the railing. She had on a cream colored, button-down shirt, tucked into brown suspenders. Along with her brown boots, she wore a white bag around her neck, with a newsboy cap on her head to finish it all off. I panicked, not recognizing her at first. "This is a private box," I said.

"What, you want, I should lock the door?" She smirked. I fumbled over my words, turning slightly pink. Just play it off, Katherine. She continued, "Twice in one day, think it's fate?"

I tilted my head back, clearly annoyed. "Go away, I'm working," I muttered, turning back to my notes.

"Oh, a working girl, huh?" The taller girl chuckles. Does she really not have anything better to do? She leaned over to me, clearly entertained. "Doin' what?"

"Reviewing the show for the New York Sun." I smiled, hoping she would get the hint to leave.

"Hey, I work for The World!" she exclaimed. At this point, I couldn't stand this girl.

"Awe, somewhere out there, someone cares." I smirked. That should get her to leave me alone. She put up her hands in defense, leaning back a bit. I thought that I had won.

Unfortunately, that was not the case.

"The view is better here," She turned around, her head still facing me. She kicked up one of her legs, biting her lip slightly. I felt my face get warm. To cover up the red on my face, I groaned in response. "Please go, I am not in the habit of speaking to strangers," I put my hand up.

She scoffed, "Well, then you'se gonna make a lousy reporter," the girl laughed, before introducing herself. "The name's Sarah Jacobs."

"So, the flirt has a name, huh? Is that what it says on your rap sheet?" I shot back.

Sarah made an 'o' shape with her mouth, which formed into a gentle laugh. "Oh, a smart girl, huh?" She sat there for a second, her hand leaning against the railing. She had her other hand in her pocket, a smile still smeared on her face. "I admire smart girls," she put her leg on the other chair, leaning against it, "beautiful, smart, independent..."

I rolled my eyes as she listed off adjectives, "Do you mind?" I stood up, angrily, getting rather close to her face, with annoyance laced in my voice. She was taller than me, around 5'8 or 5'9. I got a closer look at Sarah for the first time.

She had dimples that shined alongside her smile. She also had a natural blush on her face, complimented by some dirt here and there. The most noticeable factor, though, was her eyes.

Those striking, brown eyes.

They made her have an intense, magnetic stare. You couldn't look away from it.

"Hey, pipe down, up there!" The booming voice from below almost made me fall over the edge. I quickly sat down in my chair again, picking up my notepad and pen.

Along with that, Medda also yelled up to us, "You got in for free, at least pay att-"

"I'm sorry, Miss Medda," Sarah interrupted the woman in pink, leaning over the edge to talk to her.

I ignored Sarah for the rest of the show, despite her still sitting up there. She was hunched over what looked like a newspaper, which eventually caught my attention.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked, still slightly annoyed.

"Hey! Quiet down, there's a show goin' on," Sarah held the paper against her chest, and motioned towards the Bowery Beauties.

"Ugh, you are the most impossible girl-"

"Shh..." she put a finger up to her lips.

"-Ever," I whispered, and leaned towards her in the process while dragging out the 'r.' She shooed me away with a hand motion and I sat back down after adjusting my jacket.

I went back to my notes, but it was just seconds later that the sound of boots clacking against metal startled me. I turned to see Sarah flashing me a toothy smile and tipping her cap, before continuing down the rest of the way.

"Wait-" I tried to stop her, but my eyes caught the notice of a newspaper on the chair. I gasped slightly at the sight, delicately picking it up.

A drawing of me. In perfect detail.

And I hadn't even told her what my name was yet.