Les had a problem.
There were at least 50 girls and women in front of his house, and he had to meet Crutchie and Jack to watch a moving picture.
Of course, when the question was offered, Les had realized he had no clue what a moving picture was, which made the adventure all more exciting. But now, he had no escape.
He had tried getting his older brother, Davey to clear out the women. That just attracted more fans. Even if Jack Kelly himself were to waltz on in and try to clear the crowd, he'd literally be tackled to the ground. If there was a count for the most popular newsie in Manhattan, Jack Kelly would've always been on top.
Davey came down the stairs of their house, sipping some water. "What're we gonna do about them?" He asked, hoping his little brother had come up with something. Sadly, Les had nothing. The younger boy shrugged, backing away from the window as a lady's face pressed onto it, holding a picture of Les in the newsie's picture Kathrine had taken of them.
"Gosh, these fans are wild." Davey shook his head, taking another sip of water. Les nodded. "Tell me about it. I tried sellin' some papes yesterday and this one goil screamed my name from across the street. Davey laughed. "I wondered why you were home so early. I had to sell your leftover papes."
"What time is it?" Les suddenly asked after a minute of silence and muffled screaming. "Uhhh," Davey walked backwards into the kitchen and poked his head out the doorway after checking. "4:56, why?" He answered. Les sighed, "I was supposed to see Jack and Crutchie abouts a half an hour ago. They probably thinks you convinced me to stay at home and do boring ol' schoolwork or some'n." "Hey! I'm not that bad of a brother."
It turns out that Jack told Les he had bought tickets for Tuesday, but he had accidentally bought Thursday tickets instead. Les didn't miss out on anything.
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Newsies Imagines
Fanfiction((Taking requests soon!!)) To be honest, there's way too many scenarios to imagine about Newsies, and it's just a waste not to write it down. It's too easy. Anways, enjoy my random imagines of the Broadway musical, Newsies!
