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Henry // Nicest kid in Town

Some Platonic Jojo/Henry/Tommy conent

It wasn't a lie that Henry was one of the sweetest newsies. He's also smart and well organised, the newsies would refer to him as "The mom" of the lodging house, especially since he's the chef and one of the newsies that helps out with the youngins. When there's a fight between 2 newsies, while Jack is the one trying to make them apologise, Henry is the one that speaks to each one of them separately and offers them comfort and solution.

But Henry is a pretty private person, for example, nobody knows who he's dating, even though everyone knows he's seeing someone, no-one knows who. But Henry is always buying and sending roses, and Henry is smart enough to give the letters himself so no-one can see who it's to, and when he gets a letter, no-one sees who it's from. It's alittle frustrating, especially to Jojo who's his best friend who tries his best to figure it out, Henry doesn't mind, because he knows he's never gonna figure it out:
"OK- can you at least tell me one thing about them?"
"Hm...They have a head."
"THAT COULD BE ANYONE!"

Eventhough Henry loves being a newsie, he recently got a job at Jacobis, from 12-14 so lunch hours, and he gets paid a couple penny's more. But he doesn't cook, he cleans tables and serves drinks. But he's hoping that he'd do such a good job one day they'll let him in the kitchen.

One morning, Henry was out selling with Tommy and Jojo, who was still trying to figure out who Henry was dating:
"You can't even tell me if it's a boy or a girl?"
"I can tell you, but I won't." Henry said, giving a newspaper to someone.
"You've been dating for what, like a year now?"
"Mhm"
"And you won't tell me who it is?"
"Are they Manhatten?" Tommy asked,
Henry shrugged, clearly not going to answer either question. Jojo was dying inside, "We've been best friends since we were 13, come on, you were the first person I told about Mike."
"Hey, to change the subject, I've sent in a resume to Jacobi about working in the kitchen."
"And?" Tommy asked, because Jojo was too pouty to say anything,
"I'm hoping to get an answer today."
"Well, good luck buddy." Jojo mumbled.
"Thank you-" Henry looked at the clock tower, "Almost noon, I'm gonna have to go. Bye, fellas."

He waves goodbye and heads straight to Jacobis. When he arrives, the one only other waiter, Dex, hands him his apron, Henry puts his papers and bags down at the bar and puts on his apron, and gets a cloth and starts wiping down tables as he's supposed to.
Henry whispers to Dex, "Have you seen Jacobi?"
"Hes having a word with the head chef." He replies, that made Henry's heart drop down to the bottom of his stomach, there's only two chefs that work at Jacobis but the head chef hates his guts completely. He doesn't like newsies in general because of all the loitering. But he kept on wiping tables and kept his head down. A couple minutes later,  Jacobi pops his head out of the kitchen, "Henry, come here kid, we want to have a word with you."
"Oh- ok." Henry's heart raced as he followed him, his coworker whispering "Good luck" to him.
"You wanted to see me?" Henry asked, looking a mile short between Jacobi and the head Chef,
"Jacobi here tells me you want to work in the kitchen."
"Uh...yes sir, I've been cooking since I was tiny, I promise you-"
"Unfortunately-" the head chef cut him off, "We have no space and we won't be needing you."
Henry was instantly grief stricken,  "Oh, right, ok- sorry sir." He turned to leave, trying his best not to cry. But Jacobis generous heart broke at the sight, "Actually, Henry, I do have an opportunity for you."
Henry turned back to them, "R-really?"
The head chef looked at Jacobi confused and little angry.
"Yes, " Jacobi continued, "I've always wanted to sell more deserts and breakfast, you know how to bake, kid?"
Henry smiled, "Yes! Yes, I do, I can make cakes, fan, pies- anything you want."
"Right, perfect, then you can be in charge of that-"
"Wait a minute-" the head chef growled, "I'm sorry but how do we know he's any good-"
Henry bit his lip, as the man continued, "I tell you what, I'll give you 4 days to bake us anything of your choice, if it's any good and you don't let us down, it's set, you can make the sweets."
Jacobi nodded, "That sounds like a fair deal."
Henry was hesitant but it was his only shot, "I won't let you down, sir." He smiled.