Newsies One Shot

You had been selling newspapers for far longer than you ever thought that you would. When you started, you assumed you would get out of the job within months and be able to find something far more financially stable that might be able to offer you enough money to have some form of shelter, but here you were still trying to make the most of living on the streets and making barely anything for the work you did.

As the sun began to rise, you were in line to buy your papers and took the insults from the seller on the chin, knowing it would just cause you more problems if you didn't smile and put up with it. You rolled your eyes and thanked them as you took your papers. You had been too busy keeping a fake smile on your face and trying to be polite that you didn't notice when he stuck out a foot below the table to trip you up.

You expected a face full of dirt but the person in front of you caught you. You jumped up as quickly as you could, trying to compose yourself.

"Thanks," you said with a nod.

"Jack Kelly," he smiled, holding out a hand to you to shake.

You looked him up and down, having known of him since you started selling papers, it was hard to not know who he was.

"I know who you are, Jack Kelly," you stated. "We've been buying papers together for years."

"You never spoke to me Y/N, I assumed you didn't know who I was," he corrected.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Well, we've known each other for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation. I didn't think we would start our first conversation by you catching me."

Jack smirked at you. Although you didn't know each other very well, you knew enough about his personality and why you didn't need to question his smirk.

"You could have just said hey, rather than falling into my arms, it was a bit dramatic," he smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him. "And now I know why I never spoke to you. You're an arrogant prick."

The two of you laughed softly at each other, already knowing more about the other than you should have seen as you'd never had a conversation. Jack was called over from someone else, ending your conversation short but you knew it would be something that would occur again.

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Written by Charlotte.

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