A lone newsie

Snow

December 14th, 1900

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The days passed since the race and the soda hangout.
Weeks passed then, as they do.
Soon enough it was December, and fresh, powdery snow could be seen everywhere. It must have been up to at least five inches!

Crutchie hadn't yet found out more about (Y/N), but it was okay. He respected her privacy, and if she didnt want to open up to him or share, it was her choice. So, she remained a closed book.

On an upside, he had though managed to get her to hang out with the rest of the newsies. She didn't like quite a few of them, but she had formed some pretty solid friendships with a small group of them.

Her friendship with Crutchie too turned very close, but stayed very platonic.

They joked around on constant, shared selling tips, and walked back to the lodging home together as much as possible for them. When they didn't sell, they went out to central park to sit and talk. Many would think they were courting on first glance, but once you met them you'd realize they didn't feel that way about each other. No, they were friends.

So, there they were, walking down the street, their shoes making foot tracks in the fresh show as they talked.
More or less, it was Crutchie saying silly things, per usual, and (Y/N) scolding him on how ridiculous he was. Then the two would laugh and continue on with what they were talking about.

"Ay, (Y/N), when is yous gonna start usin' the dog for somethin' useful?" Crutchie asked, in regards to Lilac, who was walking at (Y/N)'s side, occasionally running ahead, leaving the two to have to run after her.

"What on earth do you mean? Shes incredibly useful!" (Y/N) argue, rolling her eyes.

"I'es mean, she may be useful, sure, but she ain't do nothing important!" Crutchie retaliated, a dopey grin plastered on his face.

"Oh, stop being so childish." (Y/N) scoffed, even though she knew deep down Crutchie was very right.

Crutchie then had an idea spring fourth. He ran forwards, in front of the lodging house, and picked up a wad of snow, carefully molding it into a ball.
Then, with all his might, he hurled the snowball at her, hitting her square in the forehead.

"Bah! Crutchie, what the hell!?" (Y/N) responded with a shocked tone, a smile poking at the corners of her lips.
She then, herself, grabbed some snow and made a shape that roughly resembled a circle, and threw it at Crutchie, who barely dodged it.

"That means war, (Y/N)!" He yelled out, picking up more snow and tossing it her way. (Y/N) did the same, and the two started their 'war.'

It would have died out quickly if some other newsboys coming back from selling hadn't seen. They ran to them, and joined in on the fun.

One by one, newsboys flocked over to join the fight.

Jack
Les
Davey
Racetrack
Blink
Specs
Even Kathrine got in on the action!

Soon enough, all of the newsboys that were coming back from selling had joined in, making the fight turn into a blown out event, with half on (Y/N)'s side, who was using strategy with Kathrine and some other boys, and the other half with Crutchie, who just hurled snowballs at the other team.

One by one, though, as they had come, the boys left, along with Kathrine, leaving Crutchie and (Y/N) alone together. They talked outside the lodging house for a good half hour until (Y/N) had remembered she had to stop by church to go put in her donation for the month.

So they bid their farewells, and (Y/N) jogged off.

The two were unbeknownst to the fact that the other newsboys had been watching the whole time, and all had the same thought on their minds.

(Y/N) and Crutchie are absolutely perfect for each other.

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Weeks passed once more. Things were normal, and before everyone knew it, it was holiday time. The holidays came and went, and things turned to normal once more.

This brought us to January 5th.

The day it all went to hell.

Every.

Last.

Damned.

Bit.

It was utter chaos.

A/N

Shh this was so short but my mental health is deteriorating and I'm pissed someone gave this boy at my school my wattpad so :)