A lone newsie

Two friends..

Crutchie's mind was going a mile a minute as he vented to Jack and Katherine, who were currently at the lodging house with him.

Jack thought the whole ordeal was stupid, but Kathrine thought it was romantic and adorable that he accidentally asked the girl he liked on a date.

"What am I supposed ta' do?!" He exclaimed, running his hands through his hair. "I'es don't even have any ideas fo' a prank!"

Katherine frowned. Sure, being silly together could be more or less romantic, but wasn't a huge fan of pranks.

"Crutchie, maybe you should just say there was a change of plans," She suggested, resting her head on Jack's shoulder.

Crutchie frowned this time.

"I'es cant do that, then she's gonna think I'es aint follow through with nuthin'!" He practically yelled.

"Then just prank da' dude, how hard can it be?" Jack added, slipping an arm around Katherine's waist.

"How hard can it be? How hard can it be?!" Cruthchie screamed, flopping down on the bed he had been sitting on. "'I'es don't even have any ideas!"

Jack was probably going to say something when Katherine stood up.

"Where's youse going?" Jack asked, a disappointed expression on his face.

"I have to get home, or else my father will kill me. It's one thing to date a newsie, another to date the newsie that started a strike against im, and another to stay out with him past curfew." She finished smoothing out her skirt.

"Do youse need me ta' walk ya home?" Jack inquired, standing up himself.

"No, i'll be okay." Katherine chuckled, pecking Jack's cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Youse know it." Jack replied dreamily, touching where she had kissed him.

Jack and Katherine had a cute relationship. Whenever Katherine gave Jack a kiss, he would always touch the area she had kissed him in shock, considering Katherine wasn't huge on public displays of affection. Crutchie envied their relationship sometimes, wishing he could have something like that himself.

"Earth ta' Crutchie!" Jack snapped, waving his hands in his face.

"Wha..? Oh, sorry Jack. Mind wandered off'n all."

"What, youse thinkin' bout ya goil?" Jack joked, causing Crutchie to flush a light pink. Jack took notice, and sat next to him. "Ay, im just jokin.'" He finished, elbowing Crutchie's ribs.

"Uh.. yeah.."

The two entered an awkward silence that lasted around two minutes.

"Youse still gonna go through wit' it?" Jack asked, out of the blue.

"I-I'es don' kno'." He muttered. "I'es mean, I'es gotta. I'es jus' needed to figa' out a prank.."

The two then sat in silence, thinking up ideas. After a few minutes of thinking and considering, Jack perked up.

"I'es got it!" Jack piped up.

"Well, spit it out!" Crutchie exclaimed eagerly, sitting up a bit straighter.

"Aight, so heres how its gon' go," Jack began, smirking. "First, yous gonna go to da' general store, get yourself a potata' sack. Then, yous go to Tibby's and ask for da' leftova's."

Jack paused, looking to see if Crutchie was paying attention.

"Well? Go on!" Crutchie encouraged, eager to hear how this plan would turn out.