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𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚 𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘙...
The sun was rising. It was gonna be another day of sellin papers to barbers, fishermen, etc. Jack and the rest of the Newsies were peacefully sleeping, except for Crutchie. The commotion coming from Crutchie as he tried to get to the streets woke up Jack. Jack sat up and He huffed at the crippled boy.
"Crutchie. Where you going? Morning bell ain't rung yet. Get back to sleep."Jack said laying back down. Crutchie shakes his head.
"I wanna beat the other fellas to the street. I don't want anyone to see me. I ain't been walkin' so good." Jack scoffs.
"Quit gripin'. You know how many guys fake a limp for sympathy? That bum leg of yours is a gold mine." Crutchie grins but still continues.
"Someone gets the idea I can't make it on my own, they'll lock me up in The Refuge for good. Be a pal, Jack. Help me down." Crutchie tries going down the ladder. He loses his footing and almost falls, He then yelps. Jack rushes to Crutchie, pulling him back from danger.
"You wanna bust your other leg, too?" Jack yells.
"No. I wanna go down." Crutchie says. Jack shakes his head.
"You'll be down there soon enough. Take a moment to drink in my penthouse high above the stinkin' streets of New York."Crutchie laughs and shakes his head.
"You're crazy."
"Why? Because I like a breath of fresh air? 'Cause I like seein' the sky and the stars?" Crutchie nods.
"You're seein' stars all right!" Jack bites his tongue and shakes his head.
"Them streets down there sucked the life right outta my old man. Years of rotten jobs, stomped on by bosses. And when they finally broke him, they tossed him to the curb like yesterday's paper. Well, they ain't doin' that to me."Jack yells as he looks down to the street.
"But everyone wants to come here." Crutchie says. Jack leans on the railing.
"Psh. New York's fine for those that can afford a big strong door to lock it out. But I tell you, Crutchie, there's a whole other way out there. So you keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town." Jack whispers into the night sky.
JACK SINGING:
"They say folks is dyin' to get here
Me, I'm dyin' to get away
To a little town out west
That's spankin' new
And while I ain't never been there
I can see it clear as day
If you want, I bet'cha you could see it, too
Jack slings his arm over Crutchie's shoulders.
Close your eyes
Come with me
Where it's clean and green and pretty
And they went and made a city outta clay
Why, the minute that ya get there
Folks'll walk right up and say
"Welcome home, son
Welcome home to Santa Fe!"
Crutchie is taken under Jack's spell, now intrigued.
"Plantin' crops, Splittin' rails,
Swappin' tales around the fire,
'Cept for Sunday when you
lie around all day."
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Fanfiction"You snuck up on me, Jack Kelly. I never even saw it coming." Jack Kelly x OC Jess Conlon. Spot Conlon's little sister, who ran away from home when she was fifteen years old. The now seventeen year old is living with the Manhattan Newsies, life is g...
