Newsies One Shot

Meeting the parents seemed to be an important step in most people's relationships but it was one that sent shudders of fear to your core. You had faced far more typically scary things but meeting Davey's parents seemed to be the one thing that could practically bring you to tears. You understood why he wanted to introduce you to them but he could never understand why you feared the concept so much.

"I can't," you stated.

"They will love you," he beamed, taking your hands within his.

You shook your head. "They ain't gonna love me, Davey. I ain't like you. They ain't gonna want someone like me with you."

He paused for a moment, not sue what you were talking about. He loved you and so did Les, so why wouldn't his parents feel the same way about you?

"I've told them so much about you, they want to meet you," he said, trying to reassure you.

"What's you told them? I bet you didn't mention I sleep with the rats, or ain't seen my folks since I was Les' age. Or hows about that I ain't set foot in a school? They wants you to find a girl that can buy pretty dresses and talks all smart. That ain't me."

It had been something on your mind for so long. You had fallen for Davey as soon as you saw him but that didn't mean you didn't question how long this whole thing could last.

"You are smart Y/N, school doesn't matter, and you know it. You are one of the smartest people I know."

"Davey," you sighed. "Think for a sec, hows long you gonna keep this up? Your dad will be back at work soon, then what? Yous ain't gonna hang around if you don't gotta. You don't gotta sell papes and yous go back to school, then I'm just the newsie you once pitied. Hows we gonna last? You gonna be at your fancy school and I'm still here, selling papes for pennies and tryna not go to the refuge."

For the first time you saw pain on Davey's face. It hadn't been something he had considered before. At first all he could think of was getting back into school and his life going back to normal but then he got to know you and the other newsies and the idea of not being part of your world disappeared from his mind and he hadn't looked back.

"I don't know," he whispered. "But I don't know if the strike is going to work; I don't know if I'm going to make enough money selling papers to keep our house; I don't know a lot of things but that's doesn't mean I'm not going to keep trying. It's scary and we might both be here now but we have come from very different places but that doesn't change the fact that I love you and as long as I love you then I don't care what anyone thinks, not even my parents."

A weak smile curled onto your lips. "You love me?"

Davey's cheeks flushed red as he realised what he said. He had known that he loved you for a long time, but he had never thought that he could admit that to you.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Yeah, I do."

"I loves you too," you smiled. "You really want to introduce me to your folks? I ain't the kinda girl that boys want to introduce as theirs."

Davey squeezed your hands tightly, raising them to press his lips to the reverse of them.

"You are the only girl I want to introduce to people as mine. I hope you will be the only girl that's mine," he said softly. "That's if you want to keep on being my girl."

You nodded your head. "I'll always be ya girl, even if the dinner with ya folks goes badly."

His expression instantly perked up. "So, you'll come to the dinner."

"If it's what will make ya happy, then it'll make me happy."

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Written by Charlotte.