Newsies Stuff

What the fuck, Race?

draft title: this is what being awake at 1 am does to you
date: january 11 (well, yeah, when i wrote this)

"Shut the fuck up, Dave, I think I heard something!"

The whole room quieted down to stare at the empty doorway. Jack was holding a secret movie marathon, inviting all of his friends. He didn't really except anyone to respond at 3 AM but the entirety of his friendgroup - which was like, really big - showed up and now they were arguing about which movie to watch.

That was, until Jack thought he heard his mom come down the stairs.

As all the boys held their breaths, thinking they were caught but not did Medda, but a teenage boy appear in the door frame.

A solid ten seconds passed, the silence broken by nothing else than Specs' quiet coughs - he had managed to catch the flue that was going around school - and the sound of the boy in the doorway scratching his head.

Then Jack grabbed the opportunity to actually be heard and spoke.
"What the actual fuck?"

•••

Look, Racetrack hadn't meant to wake up early. He just didn't sleep good in new enviroments, even if Spot's muscular arms around his waist certainly helped.

He did, however, wake up at 3 AM and spent 5 minutes debating if he should get up to get a glass of water or not. After deciding on yes, he carefully removed Spot's arms from his waist and stood up.

Swaying for a moment, trying to blink away the sleep he suddendly heard noises from the floor below him. It sounded like... voices?

He yawned and began his walk to the livingroom. Hopefully they weren't robbers.

When he entered the room he had to stop to take it all in. Seated on different furniture around the room were teenage boys. As in, many teenage boys. There was a redheaded with something that appeared to be a resting unimpressed face, a tall one with glasses and a curious expression, another tall one with darker hair and intellegent eyes and finally a boy who Race recognized as Jack Kelly, another one of Medda's foster kids and Spot's brother. If that was Jack, then the rest of the boys must be his friends, aka Spot's friends.

"What the actual fuck?"

Jack was the one adressing him but all the other boys in the room seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Race's sleepdeprived brain managed to come up with the very intellegent respons "What?"

Jack pointed at him.
"What. The. Actual. Fuck?"

Race tilted his head.

"Like, what are you doing here?"

"Oh", Race thought for a moment. "I was... sleeping?"

The boys exchanged glances.

"Okay but-" The guy with the intellegent eyes began.

"Wait!" A short guy with black-ish hair spoke. He crept a bit closer to Race and took a look at his nails. "Did you do those at a saloon?"

Race looked at his nails. They were a deep shade of pink with white and black details.
"Oh", he said. "Um... No. I did those."

The guy gaped at him.
"Like by yourself? With your hands?"

Race blinked.
"I mean... yeah?"

"Do you think you could do mine too?"

"Absolutely."

•••

When Spot woke up an hour later he was disappointed to find the other side of the bed empty and cold. He immeditaly missed Race's comforting warmt.

Spot sat up, rubbed his eyes and tried to figure out what had woken him up when he heard voices from downstairs.
'That would be it' he thought. Yawning as he walked down the stairs he went through all the different people that could possibly be crowded in their livingroom at 4 AM.

The list started and ended with the Newsie Squad.

And it sure was the Newsie Squad that woke him up. But that didn't mean he was any less suprised.

•••

Racetrack was sitting on the kitchen counter, painting his 23rd nail when a voice behind him spoke up. A voice that he recognized far too well.

"Racer, baby, what the fuck?"

The entirety of the teenage group in the kitchen jumped and turned to look at the terrifying, intimidating creature that was a sleep deprived Spot Conlon.

The kitchen was quiet, fearing what Conlon's next move would be.

Race didn't even have the nerve to look scared, he just jumped down from the counter and crossed the room in three big steps to embrace his boyfriend.

Spot didn't even protest, he just leaned into Race's embrace, muttering something that sounded suspiciously close to "You're ruining my reputation."

Jack stared.
"Wait a minute-" he began. "You- Spot?"

Spot lifted his head from the crook of Race's neck.
"What." He deadpanned.

"First of all- You're gay?"

"Yeah, you're bi, get over it."

"Spot, I would literally die for you, you've completed our LGBT+ family."

"Then perish", Spot said, face still a deadpan, before grabbing Race's hand and dragged him out of the room.

i was sleep deprived and... this... sorta... happened

not edited at all lolol