This is book of oneshots for Newsies, you can choose either the 1992 version, or the broadway version. You can also choose to make it modern or in the Newsies time. I probably won't do smut but if you request it and I like it, I'll do it. Open to ne...
I'm currently at my friend's house, trying on fancy dresses for the dance tomorrow night. It's masquerade themed, so we'll all be disguised. I try on dress after dress until Sarah finally picks one that looks right for me.
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She's always collected very fancy dresses, so it makes sense that the dress she wants me to wear is over the top.
"You sure I won't stand out too much?" I ask her, my social anxiety developing inside me.
"Not too much. But just enough to get people to see you. Most girls will be wearing black and red, while the few who are the gorgeous ones will be wearing bright and dramatic dresses. Now all we need to do is find you the right mask," she says, digging around her costume box.
I sigh and nervously scratch my arms. It's an anxiety thing. But she sees me doing this, walks up to me, and slaps my hand.
"Ow! What was that for?!" I ask her. She shakes her head.
"No doing any of these things, hiding away, scratching your arm, biting your lip, biting your nails, bouncing your leg, or any of you anxiety things. This is a night to have fun and no care about what people think, because no one will know it's you! Think of the fun!" She says. I do like the idea of people not knowing it's me. All I do is sigh.
"Are you sure that this party is even for me?" I ask her, feeling unsure. She pulls maybe five masks out of her chest, putting each one on my face.
"One, it's a ball. Two, yes, masquerade balls were practically made for people like you. And three, think of the possibilities! Who knows, maybe your true love is there! Maybe Jojo's there," she says, wiggling her eyebrows.
The truth is, I've had a crush on this boy named Jojo for three years. He goes to my school and he's super popular. We've talked before, but I'm always too nervous to say a lot, so his friends drag him away.
I even have his number, so I suppose that I'm lucky. But we really only talk about school and stuff.
"And maybe my mask will fall off and everyone will laugh at me. Think of the possibilities," I say, mocking her tone.
She ignores me and puts on one of the masks, smiling with her tongue out slightly.
"Perfect! I think this one fits you perfectly! And yeah, but right now, ignore your fears. They can come back another day, but not tomorrow or tonight. Got it?" She asks. I sigh and not my head.
"Got it," I say, still feeling a tad bit unsure. I then look in the mirror. I'm stunned by the reflection that I'm staring at, because it doesn't look like me. It looks like a goddess. The mask is beautiful, which only adds to the perfection.
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