Newsies One Shots

Lost in the Storm

Modern AU

The floor was cold as he crept into the kitchen. His pace slowed when he noticed the light over the sink was on. There was only one name that came to mind. Or maybe it was stupid hope. But the logical side said otherwise. The storm was a heavy one. It was the only reason Feister could be up right now. Though, Mush figured there was another reason as to why she was awake. But, it was also stupid hope she was up for the same reason he was. The last time they spoke they were on ok terms. Mush wasn't as dumb as everyone claims he is, he knows why Feister is avoiding him. Just as their friendship was starting to heal he went ahead and kissed his ex-girlfriend. Or not ex, it was very confusing. Taking a deep breath he walked in to see Feister was sitting on the counter, legs folded over the other as she munched away at a fruit bowl.

Despite everything, he couldn't help but admire the way she looked in the warm glow of the light. Her hair was in a long side braid, her cheek were rosy, she looked so small in that giant t-shirt she loves sleeping in. This was cut short because her eyes flicked up. Her shoulders were now tense and tight features replaced the softness on her face from just moments ago.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Mush said in an attempt to ease the tension. If he could go back in time to change one moment of his life, it would be during the fight that caused all this. He regrets it now. He wants the girl who smacks him randomly after he says something dumb. The girl who rolls her eyes and makes fun of him. He wants Feister back. His loud, fiery best friend. Not this quiet closed off girl sitting several feet away from him. "Feisty-"

"Mush don't start," Feister sighed. But it wasn't the annoyed, frustrated kind. She sounded exhausted. "I'm too tired to fight with you."

"The don't fight," Mush said a little louder than he meant too.

She let out a small sound of frustration. "For once in your life, you're right. I'm done. I'm done with this back and forth every time you get a girlfriend. I'm done gettin' pushed to the side one second and gettin' told I'm your best friend and you'll always be there. I'm done. Mush, you're in love with Genevieve...I can see the way you look at her. You should be fightin' to keep her around, not me. She's perfect for the kind of girl you've been lookin' for. You've always had this thing for blondes but I guess preferences go out the window when this perfect little princess comes walkin' through the door in those stupid floral skirts and little cute sweaters she spent hours throwin' together to look like a pretty little doll." Feister closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself. There was a tiny thread that was still holding her together, but that was on the verge of breaking. "I'm over this friendship. Our bond was a fluke. Somethin' that never should've happened." pressing her lips in a tight line she shrugged.

Feister began to walk away, but stopped to say one more thing. "I know I'm broken...but I didn't think you saw me like that too." that was that. She left without looking back. Just like that, the last piece of her breaking heart shattered to the ground. The thread was broken. She was lost without her best friend but was done wasting time on someone who easily falls in love and completely forgets about her.

How many of those short lived romances know that his favorite color isn't just blue, but green as well. Or that it isn't a birthmark above his knee, but a scar from his failed attempt at the skate park. His go to shower song, for whatever the reason, is La Da Dee. He seems to have the hand to wrist movement for Just Dance. He has a big heart and is the sweetest, most thoughtful guy. Genevieve is a lucky girl...Feister wishes she could be like that. But she never will be. She's not that sweet perfect girl that nobody can't hate.

She's not his girl. Never has been and never will be. Yet, Feister can still cherish the small moments she had where she could pretend they were more than friends. Whether it was a dream or straight up delusion, she wasn't sure. But it was nice while it lasted. Once she reached her room the door was closed and locked she crawled back into bed and tried her best to fall asleep. It was hard with the storm raging on. The one outside and in her head.