atoughlittleguy:

cityoutofclay:

"Ya know if I’m gonna be honest, you’s takin’ all this way better than I thought ya would."

Crutchie sat back, looking at him. “How’dja think I’d take it?”

"Thought you’d be mad, or upset, or…somethin’." Jack said. 

atoughlittleguy:

cityoutofclay:

"See, we’s found another bright side already!" Jack said enthusiastically. 

"Yeah,’ Crutchie chuckled. "We did."

"Ya know if I’m gonna be honest, you’s takin’ all this way better than I thought ya would."

atoughlittleguy:

cityoutofclay:

"That’s what happens when ya walk the streets all damn day. Find somethin’  in a factory, then you’ll start lookin’ about Mr. Jacobi’s size." Jack snickered. 

Crutchie smirked. “If I make enough in the factory an’ get enough money tah buy Jacobi’s sandwiches, then I really will look like him!”

"See, we’s found another bright side already!" Jack said enthusiastically. 

atoughlittleguy:

cityoutofclay:

"Try watchin’ you grow up." Jack elbows Crutchie lightly. "From the little bag a bones who got into more trouble’n anyone else I knew startin’ the first day we met. Now look at ya." 

"Yeah?" Crutchie grinned. "I’m still a bag a bones, though. I ‘eard one of the nuns say that yesterday mornin’."

"That’s what happens when ya walk the streets all damn day. Find somethin’  in a factory, then you’ll start lookin’ about Mr. Jacobi’s size." Jack snickered. 

atoughlittleguy:

cityoutofclay:

"Was bound t’ happen sometime, Davey’s tall too, must be in the family." Jack laughed.

Crutchie shrugged. “It’s hard tah think that Les is growin’ up, though…”

"Try watchin’ you grow up." Jack elbows Crutchie lightly. "From the little bag a bones who got into more trouble’n anyone else I knew startin’ the first day we met. Now look at ya." 

atoughlittleguy:

cityoutofclay:

"We’s growin’ up kid. Hell Specs an’ Bridget, me an’ Katherine…we’s might start havin’ kids of our own soon. Can’t raise no family on what you make sellin’ papes. Ya ain’t upset, are ya?" Jack owed his friend the respect of treating him like an adult, but the habit to see him as a younger brother stuck strong in his mind. 

"Nah," Crutchie shook his head and his hand. "It’s parta life, ain’t it?" he mused. "Can’t stay kids forevah. Even Les is growin’ up—did you see he’s taller than me now?”

"Was bound t’ happen sometime, Davey’s tall too, must be in the family." Jack laughed.

atoughlittleguy:

cityoutofclay:

"I know ya will." Jack said, careful to exclude himself from Crutchie’s optimism. "Someplace with real good pay, an’ three meals a day, an’ a better union than what we’s got now. With badges an’ everything." Jack offered, only somewhat jokingly.

"And hats," Crutchie grinned. "Especially now that most of us newsies have…stopped bein’ newsies."

"We’s growin’ up kid. Hell Specs an’ Bridget, me an’ Katherine…we’s might start havin’ kids of our own soon. Can’t raise no family on what you make sellin’ papes. Ya ain’t upset, are ya?" Jack owed his friend the respect of treating him like an adult, but the habit to see him as a younger brother stuck strong in his mind. 

atoughlittleguy:

atoughlittleguy:

atoughlittleguy:

cityoutofclay:

"That ain’t a bad idea. Somethin’ where you’s sittin’ down a lot." Jack tried to sound encouraging. "And maybe one where’s they offer ya a place to stay, too." No more newsies meant no more lodge house, either.

"I could ask Mr….

Crutchie swallowed. He never thought he’d be thinking about this. “We’ll find somewhere, Jack,” he reached out and put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “We all will.”

"I know ya will." Jack said, careful to exclude himself from Crutchie’s optimism. "Someplace with real good pay, an’ three meals a day, an’ a better union than what we’s got now. With badges an’ everything." Jack offered, only somewhat jokingly.

atoughlittleguy:

atoughlittleguy:

cityoutofclay:

"That ain’t a bad idea. Somethin’ where you’s sittin’ down a lot." Jack tried to sound encouraging. "And maybe one where’s they offer ya a place to stay, too." No more newsies meant no more lodge house, either.

"I could ask Mr. Jacobs," Crutchie…

"But you’ll still be workin’ at The World?" Crutchie asked. "Maybe….maybe I could take over Mistah Wiesel’s job."

"I wouldn’t count on stayin’ at the World. Ol’ Joe’s lookin’ to force us all out, specially now that he knows we’s all gettin’ older. He’ll bring in a bunch  a rich kids lookin’ for pocket money, not guys like us who hadda fight like hell just to make it a couple a years. He wants us to move on, even if we got a good racket goin’. Best newsies lower Manhattan ever had, even Darcy’s dad said the same. It’s just too bad that…" Jack swallowed hard. "Just too bad we’s all gonna split up now. Ain’t no place gonna take every one of us, not with our reputation bout runnin’ unions." 

atoughlittleguy:

cityoutofclay:

"That ain’t a bad idea. Somethin’ where you’s sittin’ down a lot." Jack tried to sound encouraging. "And maybe one where’s they offer ya a place to stay, too." No more newsies meant no more lodge house, either. 

"I could ask Mr. Jacobs," Crutchie suggested. "He’s workin’ in a factory, ain’t he?"

"See, knew that brain a yours was good for somethin’ " Jack replied. "Maybe ya could ask Davey t’ introduce you two." He hoped more than anything his friend was not faking his optimism. Jack couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing him again, even if it wasn’t his fault.