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Newsies in Quarantine: Part 3

Five days into Quarantine, and Davey was more than starting to miss going outside.
Don't get things wrong, he loved the News Boys in a certain way- some more than others- but fresh air was nice too. There were some windows in the lobby of the theatre, but they were sealed shut to the walls by design. The curly-haired brunette found himself sitting by the windows more often than he should. The time he didn't spend by the window was spent instead with helping out in the theatre when Medda asked. They had to pay for their place to stay and food to eat, after all- not that Medda would refuse to give them essentials if they didn't work, but no News Boy was rude enough to turn down Medda when she asked for small favors like putting up backdrops and readjusting lights.
Currently, the boys found themselves re-painting the glaze on some of the old furniture pieces that they'd dragged onto stage, where their beds weren't placed.

Les was helping Davey on an overturned chair while Race and Spot worked on a couch and Specs and Romeo- well, were currently getting lost in each other's eyes, leaned against the table they should have been glossing.

"How much longer did theys says until wes can go outside?" Race huffed as he wiped sweat from his forehead, the stage lights producing the only light they could get directly on stage, but practically burning the boys up.

"Another week and a half." David piped up with a sigh, dipping his paintbrush into his and Les's bucket of gloss before going for the second layer on the chair leg he was working on.

"I can't wait to see my girl again." Les sighed as he slapped his paintbrush happily onto the chair's other leg.

Davey paused a moment and lifted his eyebrows, looking at Les with shock and confusion, much as the other news boys were doing.

"Mouth Jr.'s got a gal?" Spot snorted in genuine surprise.

"Of course I do." Les furrowed his brow with a frown as he turned to the other newsies, "Her name is Sallie- but she let's me call her Miss." He assumed a childish grin.

"And...how long has this been going on?" Davey cocked an eyebrow with a suspicious look.

Les look at him, shifting his his knees as he sat on his legs, "Feels like fifteen years, really."

"You're ten." Dave deadpanned.

"Maybe fifteen months then." Les shrugged and began to gloss the chair leg again.

"You've only been in your grade for five months." Davey frowned before also returning to work.

"Hey, is the kid says fifteen years, then happy fifteenth anniversary to yous two." Spot chuckled.

"I'm fifteen, I think I'd remember if-" Davey paused as a choking noise came from Race.

"You're fifteen?" Race gasped.

"Um...yes." David frowned in confusion, smearing some more gloss onto the chair leg as he looked at Race.

"You ain't Seventeen like Jack?" The blonde scoffed, Spot looking equally surprised.

David blinked a few times before snorting in amusement, "Jack isn't seventeen."

"Is too, I's seen him older than I's was- I didn't suspect you bein' my age though, mouth." Spot sniffed.

"You're- Jack isn't- he doesn't act like he's older than me.." Davey began having an existential crisis in the matter of one conversation.

"What's that mean?" Specs piped up.

"I-I don't know- he's just- he's a dreamer...and once you get near Sixteen-"

"Thought you said yous was fifteen?" Race narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Everyone but Les, who seemed unpaused by all this, had stopped glossing.