That Same Day
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Dear (Y/N),
Ies is worried about you. It ain't the same without you here, everythin is diffrent around here. Very different. The guys keep bein quiet round me, and Les dont come to sell papes no more since youse was taken way. Its been real borin here too, but ies bet its worse at da refuge, so ies sendin youse a few pages from ya book. Really hope youse dont mind, ill put them back in da book when youse get back.
Speaking of the refuge, hows youse been? Is the food good, or are dey' not feedin ya? Ies remember they didnt feed with snyder, but hopefull those damned delancys changed it up a bit. If theyse beat ya, fight back. They usually get bored or just give up afta' a few punches.
Davey said for me to tell youse that Les wants youse to know that he misses ya lots. Kathrine's been worried, but Jacks been bendin' ova backwards to keep her from feelin' that way too much.
Ies sorry this is so short, but ies gotta sell papes and ies is writin this on the back of yestadays paper.
The end.
y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶,̶ ̶
y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶,̶
̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶?̶
̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶c̶l̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶,̶ ̶
y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶b̶r̶o̶t̶h̶ar̶,̶ ̶
Your pal,
Crutchie.
(Y/N) read the letter over and over, to the point to where it seemed as if her eyes might fall out. Every time, her smile and curiosity grew. On one hand, Crutchie had written to her, and even sent her some pages - despite them being the title pages and therefore not having any content on them other than 'SHAKESPEARE'S COMPLETE WORKS' in big bold letters.
On the other, hand, however, what was all that crossed out text about? At first, sure, (Y/N) had some issues deciphering it, but after she did make out what it meant, she was in partial shock. What did Crutchie mean by 'more than a friend?' What was he implying here?
Well, (Y/N) knew that it was implying something with romantic underlyings, but she couldn't pinpoint what exactly. Had Crutchie meant this part, or was it a joke?
Hell, why did she even care?
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"You goddamned BITCH!" Morris shrieked, clutching his newly broken nose whilst (Y/N) defiantly smirked from the floor below him, holding her bruised knuckles protectively.
She had, more or less, just used all her might to soak him in the nose. The shock on him, though didn't last long. He dealt her a kick, hitting her square in the stomach.
(Y/N) rolled over to avoid another kick, but to no success.
She went limp, barely holding onto consciousness as Morris continued kicking to his heart's content, a wicked smile on his face the whole time.
From the corner of her eye, (Y/N) noticed something from the corner of her eye - her cellmate, Anais. Anais was a frail, pale girl with wispy black hair and large, doe-like eyes. Her lips were thin, and her face was mostly rounded, having no definitive points on it.
Anais watched on, a mournful expression in her dark brown eyes as they met (Y/N)'s own. She stayed in her corner, not wanting to risk getting beat herself - and (Y/N) wasn't offended she didn't help. Anais was older than her by only a year, yet was so much thinner to the point she could be mistaken for younger then (Y/N).
The two of them had become friends on the day (Y/N) arrived. They shared their stories - Anais was put in by her mother for failing to make enough to pay rent, and was thoroughly shocked by (Y/N)'s story.
The girls, by now, made promises that once they were out, that (Y/N) would try to get Anais a job at Medea's, with Jack's help - Anais was beautiful, and surprisingly enough, was very good at singing. (Y/N) had only become aware of this feat when she heard Anais sing herself to sleep one night, and was in utter disbelief.
"(Y/N), are you awake?" She suddenly spoke up, bringing (Y/N) out of her trance. Had she spent the whole beating thinking?
"I-I'm okay.. Just.. a little sore.."(Y/N) joked, painfully pulling herself up off the ground. She was more or less incredibly sore in her stomach, and felt sharp pains from her wrist and left leg - she hoped she hadn't broken them badly, if at all.
Anais frowned, knowing she was more than sore. But, Anais was not one to argue with (Y/N), for she had seen how feisty she could be. So, instead, she asked her a question.
"How did you do it?" She meekly asked.
"What do you mean?" (Y/N) croaked, rubbing her wrist in efforts to soothe the pain haunting it now.
"I mean, how did you just sit there and take a beating? What gave you the motivation?"
(Y/N) paused for a split second before blurting out an answer that shocked her more then it shocked Anais.
"Crutchie." (Y/N) spat, confused why she said that in the first place. Sure, she had been staying strong here for him, but did Anais need to know that?
"Is he your boy?" She teased, raising her eyebrows. (Y/N), for the first time in her life, blushed. Anais's smirk only grew more.
"I- no! He is not my boy!" (Y/N) countered, crossing her arms defiantly, ignoring the searing pain she felt.
"I bet you wish he was." Anais joked, turning (Y/N)'s face a darker shade of red.
"I-I do not! I have no feelings for Crutchie!" (Y/N) lied.
Wait, lied? What the hell? Why would she say she lied about that? She didn't like Crutchie, so therefore it was not a lie!
Or, was it? (Y/N) reminisced to earlier that day, when she had been so confused yet so happy reading Crutchie's letter.
She thought about him for a moment - Crutchie was a kind, fun-to-be-around boy - he had helped (Y/N) make so many friends, and gave her some type of companionship. Hell, he even gave her a christmas present. His personality made her melt inside, but she had never considered that romantic. Should she?
He wasn't ugly. His smile spread like butter, his eyes had a childlike sparkle in them, and he was never seemingly upset whatsoever. He was tough, having survived the Refuge during the strike. (Y/N) admired him, and he was her closest friend.
Then it hit her.
"Oh my god.." she mumbled, covering her mouth with her hand.
She was totally in love with Crutchie Morris.
A.N
hi the idea for the cross out thingy on the letter is from https://www.wattpad.com/story/124958035-newsies-x-reader-stuff
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