Newsies Oneshots 2.0

Metaphorical Power Outage-Javey

This is Bill. He sleeps. Like, all the time.

This one is for my introverts! I'm not sure how ambiverts operate but welcome!

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Davey sighed heavily as he opened the door to his apartment, kicking the door closed and throwing his bag aside. He toed off his shoes and kicked them to the side, cracking his knuckles.

Being a teacher is very hard. There's a very small amount of pay, some teachers are very disagreeable— once, Mr. Smith asked him what he thought about society, which somehow led to very controversial topics, and words were said— and the kids are absolutely ludicrous. Despite loving this as much as he was used to it, it didn't help that he was already feeling very anxious this morning.

So far, he had to step outside four times so he didn't cry from the crowded halls he passed through and the amount of yelling in his classroom. He didn't even care to stop them. He just tried to get his heart rate down before it exploded.

Chewing gum, breathing techniques, even texting Jack for a while didn't help. He felt better going outside, but then he felt anxious about going back and it was just running in a circle. A horrible, horrible circle.

He walked to his room and opened the door, finding Jack standing in his corner painting. Davey flopped on the bed belly first next to his boyfriend, not even greeting him.

"Hello, human", Jack says, smiling softly. He stared at Davey as he placed his canvas and painting supplies on the bedside table. "Did your day get better?"

Davey sighed deeply as an answer. Jack frowned and thought of their conversation earlier. He told Davey his day would get better and that he might even be in a happier mood after. But from the sounds of it, "I guess not?"

"Extroverts", Davey grumbled, his face still in his pillow. "Everywhere. Don't stop talking."

Jack hummed, crossing his arms. "Power outage?"

"Colossal", Davey says, and Jack chuckles. They came up with a way to let the other know if their social battery was dead. It was something only they could really understand, and they liked that way. And they said an introvert and ambivert couldn't be friends.

"You want a hug?" Davey shook his head, face digging deeper into the pillow. Jack nodded. "Okay."

"I just want to lay here and listen to you paint", Davey says tiredly. "I'll be okay in a while."

"Okay. Well, we can eat take-out tonight", Jack says, grabbing his paintbrush and canvas. "I know you don't feel like making anything, and I don't want to cook."

"You can't cook, Jacky", Davey muttered, turning his head to look at the shorter. "You burn you fingers—"

"I can cook!"

"—in hot water", Davey finished, a small smile on his face. He was sort of feeling better, since it was quieter and the second person in the world who knows him better than anyone else was here. "We'll just eat pizza."

"Oh, I learned something today", Jack gushed, a small smile on his face. "Fettuccine Alfredo isn't a Italian dish; it's American Italian. I told Race and you know what he said?"

"What did he say, love?"

Jack grinned wider at the pet name, but was happy to continue his story. "He said, "Yeah, you didn't know that?" and I was like, "No, I didn't." and he was like, "Don't you have a degree in history?" and I stopped talking to him after that because he knows that I specialize in American history."

Davey chuckled finally got off of the bed, walking over to a chest of drawers. "Sounds like you had an eventful day."

"Not really", Jack shrugged, busy with his painting. "I stopped by the theater, helped Medda set some things up. I think there's going to be a high school production of West Side Story there, and I'm thinking of buying some tickets for Mush and Blink. It's almost their anniversary."

Davey chuckled, pulling a pajama shirt over his head. "That's very sweet of you, Jackie."

"Yeah, they deserve it", Jack shrugged like it was nothin? "They stayed with me the whole time I was obsessed with you."

Davey hummed, moving back to bed. "You were obsessed with me?"

"Oh, definitely", Jack nodded, admitting his biggest secret as if it was a well known fact. "I might still have some old journals at my mom's house. Medda probably put them in the attic, or something."

Davey chortled as he reached over and grabbed Jack's hoodie, pulling it over him. "Wanna watch a movie? I'll turn it on while you order the pizza."

"Love this little routine we have", Jack mumbled, placing his supplies down and grabbing his phone. "You pick the movie while I order the pizza."

"But I pick the best movies."

"And I know the best pizza places."

They weren't wrong. Davey decided they should watch Forrest Gump as Jack ordered one large pizza, half cheese and half pepperoni. And when he walked back into the room from the front door with the pie in his hands, Davey was willing to do anything to get his hands on a slice.

Jack chuckled as he placed the pizza down and climbed into bed. He wrapped an arm around Davey's shoulders and kissed his temple. "What happened at work today?"

"It was the same thing", Davey says vaguely, not really in the mood to talk about it. "I was just really anxious today."

"Baby, you should've told me you were feeling anxious, I would've called you in sick."

Davey shrugged, sniffling. "There were just too many people, you know? I kept trying to tell myself I just had to wait to get home, but I had to step out four times so I didn't start crying."

Jack frowned and planted two kisses to his boyfriend's temple and cheek. "I'm sorry. But at least tomorrow is Saturday. We can chill and have a Disney movie marathon, whatever you want."

Davey smiled gratefully and kissed Jack on the lips. He loved this sweet, chivalrous, wonderful man. He just felt so lucky to have him. Not many people would ask him for a hug before providing one, or plan out the perfect weekend. "I love you."

Jack beamed and raised Davey's hands to his lips. "I love you too, Dave."