Newsies Oneshots 2.0

Seven Minutes in Heaven-Finchie

I finally found out what to write about with them, so here it is!

WARNING: there is drinking in this story, and everyone is over 21.

Enjoy!

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Crutchie watched with a sad smile as his brother and his girlfriend talked to each other, small giggles and playful hits bouncing off of each other, standing there as if nothing else in the world mattered.

Crutchie admired them. In a world—in a society—where people compete to be the happiest people, Jack Kelly and Katherine Pulitzer couldn't care less. They're simply happy to be together, and Crutchie hoped they'd be together for a very long time, as most people do.

But he couldn't help to feel a little jealous. Jack and Katherine got together rather quickly, and said "I love you" just months after dating—Crutchie remembered being on the receiving end of that. They were love sick at first sight—Jack was, at least, and people liked to think that that's why their relationship worked—and Crutchie was almost disgusted. It was like they were projectile vomiting all of their love life onto a table, and Crutchie was just there to lick it up.

He took a drink of his cup and looked away quickly, knowing he would cry if he stared any longer. All of his other friends seemed to be having fun, dancing and laughing like nothing else mattered. He wondered if there was a way to get a hug like that, to have a bunch of careless fun with no worry of repercussions. He could have that.

Crutchie tapped his crutch to keep himself grounded, to keep himself from dreaming too far into the sky. There were times he let himself drift far into his imagination, imagining himself with someone else, like Jack and Katherine, and not worrying about his leg and overall attraction, like Jack and Katherine.

It's not as if he had an issue with his leg. He learned to love it and see it as something that made him unique, something not very many people have. But there were still times he wondered if his leg was keeping him from everyday things people could enjoy, like running, amusement parks, love.

He shook his head and put his drink down, leaving it for whatever it's desired for. He adjusted his crutch under his arm and made his way to the kitchen, where he placed his crutch on to lean on the counter, and where he knew Medda was hiding the chips.

The only reason he knew was because he could be trusted, compared to Jack and Race sharing the chips with anyone and everyone, not leaving any for her. As he grabbed them, he looked around to make sure no one watching, and poured them in a bowl. "So, that's where they keep the chips."

Crutchie gasped and looked to his left, finding a familiar smile, and person. "Hey, Finch."

"Charles", Finch greeted, laughing when Crutchie rolled his eyes, digging into his bowl of chips. "How come you're not with the rest of us? Having fun?"

"I can't have much fun", Crutchie shrugged, eyes cast down and focused. Finch frowned.

He cared about Crutchie. They'd had a fling going on in high school, on-and-off for the most part. There were cafeteria glances, bathroom stall kisses, and sweet nothings whispered into the gorge of text message. But that's all it was. Crutchie didn't want a relationship, Finch did.

But they remained good friends. It wasn't awkward between them, they still laughed and joked like they used to—it was great, even if the memories of amazing, off-the-rock, mind boggling kisses still remained at the back of their heads. "Well, I doubt that. You're great fun."

Crutchie hummed as he watched Finch knock back what was in their cup. "What you drinkin'?"

"Hard iced tea", Finch chuckled, and Crutchie raised a brow confused as to what that was and why someone would make it. "Race bought it."