ｃｈｉｌｌ - Boyf Riends One Shots

I Make Quite A Headline

No one ever asked for this. But Heere you go anyways
Newsies AU
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"EXTRA EXTRA! TROLLY STRIKE REACHES THIRD DAY!"

Jake waves the pape desperately over his head, hopelessly trying to nab the attention of passerby's. Men and women turn down their noses at the ragged boy, ignoring his attempt to sell papers.

Jake sighs, rubbing his face with his hand. Wealthy people pass by in fine clothes and finer shoes, but they can't spare an odd penny for a starving boy.

"THIRD DAY OF TROLLY STRIKE! READ ALL ABOUT IT!" He yells, but no one pays heed.

Jeremy scoffs from the next corner over. Newbies. They don't get how this business works. With a shake of his head, he hops over to Jake. The boy is still waving the paper over his head, so Jermey snatches it.

"Hey! I'm selling that" Jake protests, but Jeremy just dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

Jeremy opens the newspaper, eyes scanning the bland headline.
"You weren't sellin' nothin', Jakey. Peoples were lookin' at you like you's was yesterday's pape"

Jeremy throws the paper over his shoulder. It flutters and lands on the pavement. Before Jake can grab it, Jeremy throws his arm around his shoulders.

"Look around, Jakey. What'd'ya see?"

Jake pulls a face as Jeremy looks soulfully into the bustling street.
"I see . . . people"

"Wrong. Ya see nothin'" Jeremy claps his back, grabbing Jakes shoulders and turning him, so they're eye to eye.
"And nothin's What ya gonna get if you keep sellin' like that"

"I'm reporting the headline. There's no other way to sell it"

Jeremy smirks.
"Watch and loin"
The cocky asshole snatches another paper form Jakes bag, before hopping into the streets.

"EXTRA EXTRA! THOUSANDS FLEE FROM DANGEROUS INFERNO!" He yells.

A man in a smart hat and coat turns his head, noticing Jeremy's yelling. He stops in front of him. "Hey boy, give me one of those"
He presses a coin into Jeremy's hand and takes the paper.

Jeremy turns on his heel, smirking at Jake with a smirk. "One pape down"

Jake furrows his brows, scoffing.
"I read the headline half a dozen times. It didn't say anything about an inferno"

"That's ya foist lesson kid. It did. You just wasn't lookin' hard enough" Jeremy hops back on the pavement.

Jake produces another paper, scanning the words quickly. He flicks from page to page, before halting. He rolls his eyes, glaring at Jeremy.
"Thousands flee form dangerous inferno? A bunch of seagulls got frightened by a bonfire!"

Jeremy shrugs.
"If I hates a headline, I'll make up a headline"

"You're lying to them"

"That's the business baby" Jeremy tips his Newsies Cap with a smirk.

"Well maybe I wasn't cut out for this business" Jake breathes, too quiet for his superior to hear.

Jeremy finally leaves the boy on the street corner, skipping across the road to his own spot. With a twinkle in his eye and showmanship in his heart, he grabs a pape from his bag and waves it about his head. But before he can holler some bullshit headline, something catches his eye.

Or rather, someone.

A man in a smart, brown blazer that perfectly compliments his tanned skin and dark, curly hair makes his way down the street. He causally walks down the pavement to the lamppost that Jeremy stands next to. The man is linked arms with a much shorter girl, with black hair and a very colourful dress. A smirk creeps across Jeremy's face, and he slaps the newspaper against his palm.