Newsies One Shots

Mystery Girl

It's finally here! Brooklyn is officially in my newsies fic! It was a little hard switching from POV to the third person, but it was still fun. And just so you guys know,  PericeJean helped me figure out how Brooklyn will fit in, in later one shots. So if you're a Davey fan and ever find yourself on Fanfiction, I suggest you check it out. Ok all I have to say is I hope you enjoy!

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October 1899

Summer seemed to fly by in its last days leading up to the cold ones. The days had gotten shorter, and colder. Less people were walking about the streets of The Big Apple, which meant the newsies were selling less papers, but they made due. One of those newsies just happened to be a boy by the name of Albert Dasilva. But to everyone else he was just plain Albert. After awhile, Albert decided to finish up for the day and head on back to the Lodge. He was lost in thought that he didn't even notice the young lady that was right in front of him. Needless to say he didn't see her (and neither was she for that matter) and they both ended up on the ground. Quickly processing what had just happened the red headed boy said, "Sorry, I's was lost in thought an' didn't watch where I's was goin'."

"No, no," a pretty voice quickly replied. "It was my fault. I should've kept my eyes on where I was going." in that moment when the girl looked up Albert's eyes met hers for the very first time. The girl in question had blue eyes, her hair was a light brown color that was styled in a simple half up dew. Her skin was a soft, fair color. To top it all off, freckles were dotted just under her eyes and over her nose, which somehow pulled everything together. She looked about sixteen or so, and was wearing a brown dress with an apron that had little blue flowers on it.

"Here, let me help ya with yer stuff," Albert said before helping her put the stuff back into the basket. When that was finished Albert stood up and dusted his hands before offering to help up the blue eyed girl. She gently placed her hand in his, and in one swift move Albert pulled her up. "Thanks for the help, Red," the girl said.

"Actually the name's "Albert"," the redhead corrected. "Fun Size," he added with his signature smirk. The blue eyed girl blushed a bit as she glanced at the ground for a moment. She tucked a lock of her brown hair behind her ear before looking back up at him with a shy smile.

"Actually my name is...Brooklyn," the girl said so quietly that it came out as a whisper. "Yes, like the city," she quickly added. "It's a long story. Which there isn't much time for because it's getting late and I should go,," Brooklyn explained before walking away. She then stopped in her tracks and said, "Sorry again for bumping into ya. It was nice meeting you, Red."

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"Yer gettin' this weird look on yer face," Race said as he plopped down onto Albert's bunk. "Dijya meet a pretty goil?" the blonde teased with a ever growing smirk on his face/

"Yer just imagining things," Albert replied as if it was nothing. While wondering how the heck Race knew what he was thinking about.

"Says the guy who thought there was a ghost in the attic," Race said with a deadpan face.

"There was a ghost!" Albert exclaimed loudly, which didn't catch the other newsies attention because the topic of conversation was one they didn't want to take part in.

"It was a power hungry raccoon!" Race yelled back. How a hungry raccoon had gotten into the attic was a mystery. In fact, all the newsies didn't even know there was an attic to begin with. How they got the raccoon out of the attic and back into its home was an interesting day. Long story short, the boys were all scared, Feister was the one who trapped it in a box and brought it back to the wild. A day the boys all chose to never speak of it because that was the day they all lost their dignity.