Lily P.O.V
"H- Hi, Jack." I shyly wave. He laughs, putting an arm on my shoulder confidently.
"So youse' got no famly' eh?" He looks at me with a frown. I nod, returning his gaze.
He nods, walking to the other end of the room, standing on a crate.
"Whaddya' say, fellas? Should we let er' into ah' famly'?" He shouts.
A few cheers follow, and Jack smiles at me, his brown eyes twinkling.
I smile, following Davey into the upstairs room. "I'm fairly new as well, so I'll tell you what I know. Jacky boy can explain the rest."
I laugh, nodding my head. "So, we just sell newspapers on street corners? That's it?" He stops.
"That's the first thing I'll teach you. We say 'papes', not newspapers. You don't have a strong Manhattan accent yet, but you'll get there."
"Another thing, you have to YELL. Just read your headline, and hawk it out into the air!" He says. I nod again. "Also, we tend to... lie. Jack says it's 'improving the truth', but it ain't. We sorta' make up exciting headlines to get folks to buy papes'."
Again, I nod. Davey looks me up and down, scratching his chin. "You could pass for a boy, yeah. We'll getcha' some clothes, and nobody will know the difference."
He disappears into a closet like area, returning with a bundle of clothes. "Try these!" I nod, walking into a room closed off by a wooden door.
I make sure it's locked before I slip my dress around my ankles, and toss my burnt, torn jacket into a corner.
The bundle consisted of a gray button down, black suspenders, tan cut-offs, and brown shoes.
Lastly, I tie my hair into a messy bun, and pull a gray cap over it. I walk back out, and Davey claps.
"Look at you!" He exclaims. I blush, following him downstairs again. Jack smiles widely, punching my shoulder playfully."A natural!"
"Thanks, Jack." Jack pulls me up onto a crate with him, clearing his throat. Everyone looks over.
"Any ideas fer' a nickname?" Jack says, thinking out loud. "Not really." Everyone shouts ridiculous names, until Davey suggests Skipper. "She's always had a skip to her step, why not?" He explains. "Skipper it is!" I call out valiantly.
((Ugh I have exams next week eww. BUT I'M SEEING NEWSIES AT THE END OF THE MONTH :D))
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