From The Journals of Katherine Plumber

April 27th, 1900: Part II

 For the next 5 hours (and counting) Phillip and I stood there, trying - really trying - to explain to Jack how to act. There was only one horrid moment; When Jack attempted to make a run for it and Phillip had to chase him down the hall. After they returned to the room, Jack complained that he was hungry. So now, Jack and I are going over word pronunciation while Phillip goes to get us something to ear.

"Come on, Jack! How do you expect your grammar to get better if you do not try!?" I asked, using the tone I would most likely use to a 5 year old – No, my tone is actually much more kind and mature with Johnny.

"Ise don't need dis." Jack said, his arms crossed.

"I! It's I, Jack! And this! This!" I yelled.

"Ace, ya can take da Newsies away from da streets, but ya can't take da streets away from da Newsie." Jack said.

I rolled my eyes, "Do you want to marry me?"

"C'mon, don't go there-"

"Do you want to marry me!?" I asked.

"Yes, Kath. Ya know Ise do." He said, grabbing my hands.

"Then you will speak properly. At least for nights like this." I said, on the verge of slapping him.

"Oh? So, youse like it when Ise talk like dis? Is dat it? C'mon, Kath-y, admit it: Youse like da rough, New York, Newsie accent." Jack smirked, pulling me closer in his arms.

"Jack..." I whined.

"C'mon, Ace." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "Maybe I do. But! That does not matter in front of society."

"We ain't in front of society now, ain't wes'?" He asked with that smug smirk plastered on his face.

"Jack....!" I said, getting more and more annoyed that he was making me want him.

"What? Ya afraid ta tell me somethin'?" He asked, knowing that being afraid is a slight weakness of mine.

"Not at all." I muttered before kissing him deeply.

Jack smirked and held me tight in his arms. It didn't take long for him to roll me underneath him, keeping my hands pressed to the bed above my head. Trust me, I want nothing more than to do this with him right now, but we can do this for the rest of our lives if he will only act properly in front of people. Just as I found myself growing weaker with just the touch of his lips on mine, the door opened, "Oh, God! On my bed, really!?" Phillip said, "That's it! I'm changing rooms." I groaned softly and pulled away from Jack, making him get off me. I sat up and looked at Phillip.

"Calm down. We were barely doing anything." I said.

"I don't care. The image of him on you, making - Ugh! No! Just, no!" He said, "I'm going to lay in bed and just remember what you two almost did in it."

"We would've stopped before anything happened. Besides, I was just about ready to punch Jack for not listening." I said, shooting him an annoyed look while he ate the fruit salad Phillip brought us.

"Not the best student, huh, Kelly?" Phillip asked Jack.

"I do not know what she means." Jack said with a sly smirk.

I looked at him in slight disbelief, "You're an asshole. A fucking asshole."

"Now who ain't proper?" Jack chuckled.

"Shut up." I groaned.

Phillip chuckled softly, "After Jack is done inhaling his fruit, we should get ready." He said.