January 12th, 1901
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"I'es don't think I'es can handle it anymo, Davey." Crutchie spoke, rubbing his temples. "I'es got ta' tell her."
"Then just tell her!" Davey exclaimed, taking Crutchie aback. "After what happened on christmas, no doubt she'll replicate the feelings!"
Crutchie's face turned beet red at the memory of christmas, the hugs they had shared. He looked down at his shoes, the shoes that she had given him. They were a little worn out, but still in good condition.
"I-I'es cant.. I'es got no doubt she's got eyes fo' Race, no doubt." He mumbled, but still loud enough for Davey to hear. "I'es aint suprised, though - he's got it all, poisonaliety, looks-"
"Stop." Davey cut him off. "You're putting their relationship into hyperbole."
"They's in a relationship?!" Crutchie practically yelled, startled.
"What? No!" Davey responded.
"Then why'd youse say theys was?"
"Crutchie, I meant their friendship - they're only friends!" He reassured the Crutched boy.
"How's is youse so sure?" Crutchie sighed, exasperated.
"Because," He began, removing his cap and running a hand through his hair. "Race is on a date with my sista' Sarah right now."
Crutchie's eyes widened, but he couldn't help be relieved.
"How's you let him take her on a date?" He asked, confused that Davey would even let his sister near a newsie.
"I didn't exactly have a say in it, Crutchie." He muttered, clenching his fists. "But-"
He was cut off by laughter and the door slamming open, revealing Les and (Y/N), both laughing, with hot dogs in their hands.
"Davey!" Les shouted. "(Y/N) got me a hot dog, and it has ketchup and mustard!"
The little boy then did a small dance, making the three teenagers in the room laugh.
"(Y/N), you didn't have to.." Davey began, putting his cap back on.
(Y/N) waved him off.
"It was my pleasure, Davey. Besides, I owe the kid - he helped me sell lots of papers earlier today." She said, nudging Les, who giggled and stood proudly.
Davey would have said something, until he noticed the sun outside the window.
"Crap, the sun is setting! Les, we gotta get home, come on!" He said, grabbing the small boy's wrist.
"Seeya (Y/N)!" Les called out as Davey practically dragged him out of the lodging house, leaving (Y/N) and Crutchie alone together.
"Can I sit?" (Y/N) asked, gesturing to the small bed Crutchie was sitting on.
"Huh? Oh, sure!" Crutchie quickly replied, scooting over to make room for her.
She then dug her hand into her satchel for carrying papers, and pulled out the tattered book Crutchie had grown accustomed to seeing - her book of shakespeare's works.
"I promise you, i'm reading Pride and Prejudice, but for now, I was thinking we could practice your reading with some Romeo and Juliet." She said tenderly.
"Who da hell is Juliet?!" Romeo, the newsboy, yelled from the other side of the room.
"Go away, Romeo, we ain't talkin' bout you!" Crutchie yelled.
YOU ARE READING
A lone newsie
Fanfiction//A Crutchie x reader// There was always one newsie who stood out from the rest - for she was a girl. She went by the name of (Y/N). To her, she wasn't anything special. Though she fascinated a certain newsboy with a crutch. (Cover by twofoxes.tumbl...
