Dszahdh - A Newsies Oneshot Book

Someone Like You pt. 2 - Crutchie X Reader

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"Dum, doodle dee dum! I'm singin' the walking song, DOOP DOOP," Crutchie sang as the two of you hobbled your way towards the church. There was a smile on his round face and honestly, it melted your heart as though you were made of butter.

"Well, you seems to be in quite the chipper mood..." you said, smiling as well. His joy was contagious. Despite the fact that he was so injured he could barely walk and that the two of you were alone on the streets ridiculously late in the night, he was singing a cheery tune that he made up as he went along. It amazed you how positive he could be.

"Well, yeah. There's always something to be happy about. Right now, it happens to be that I found... a new friend. That's always something to celebrate." Your heart dropped a little when he said friend.

Wait, what?

"Uh... Yeah. I guess that is something to be happy about." You said softly.

Huh. You felt weird. What the heck?

"Hey, you should sing too! It'll help pass the time." Crutchie squeezed your shoulders, probably in an attempt to get you to agree.

It worked.

"Ok... um... doom dee doop doop shoop, we're walking along boop boop?" You tried. Honestly, it sounded more like a drunk person trying ask a question than a cheerful walking song.

"Pffffffffffhahaha! Ow, ow." Crutchie halted.

"I's so sorry, I done it again! Oh gosh, how bad does it sting?" You rushed.

"Well, it ain't your fault yous so funny. That was the best verse of The Walking Song yet! But uh... maybe hold off on the singing until my sides can handle some more chuckles, aright?" He said, patting his stomach and smiling gently.

...huh

There you go, getting all mushy inside again...

"O-ok. You gots it." You snapped your fingers and pointed at him awkwardly, like you couldn't decide if you were actually pointing or giving a thumbs up. It looked a little like a weird gun shape.

"What's that, a finger gun thing?"

You looked down at your hand.

"Uhh... I dunno... it is now, I guess." You mumbled. Crutchie smiled, a bit of rose dusting his cheeks.

Bruh.

Cuteness overload much?

"Hahaha... uh... let's keep going?" You giggled nervously. You could feel the blush on your cheeks.

Oh no.

"Ok, Whistles. Lead the way." He said softly.

BRUH.

Ok (Y/n). Breathe.

You let out a puff of air you'd been holding. Whew, what was up with you tonight?

As you walked down the street, slowly but surely drawing nearer to the church, it became obvious how exhausted Crutchie really was. He was breathing heavily and it seemed as though his shoes were sticking to the pavement.

"Do you needs a little breather? We could stop for a bit just to let you catch your breath."

"No... no I's fine..." He started, but trailed off when he noticed your stink eye.