Newsies One Shot

You were getting ready for the performance that evening at Medda's theatre when you got up to grab some water to drink whilst you finished getting ready. You were walking around in your gown and slippers with your hair up in curlers and half of your makeup yet to do, but most of the other girls who you'd be performing with were in a similar state and everyone else working there was used to see you in that manner.

You grabbed a bottle of water and went to head back to the dressing room when you noticed Jack looking lost. Jack had sought solace at the theatre many times and had painted most of the backdrops as payment. You were friendly with each other, flirtier than friends should be but you hadn't built up the guts to admit that you liked him.

"Hello Jack," you smiled. "Do you want me to grab Medda for you?"

"Y/N," he said. "I'm not here to see Medda. I'm actually here to see you."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Although you spoke often, he had never stated he had come to the theatre to see you before. He was a charmer through and through, but it still made you feel special that he had come to visit you at work.

"How can I help you, Mr Kelly?"

"I wanted to get you some flowers. I didn't really know what to get. I figured roses were cliché and I know you like peonies so..."

Jack pulled a bouquet out from behind you, holding it out to you. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, avoiding your eye as you took the flowers from him.

"Thank you," you smiled. "They're beautiful. You are right, peonies are my favourite."

"I'm glad you like them."

You took your eyes off of the flowers and looked up at him. You didn't know how else to thank him but his nervous demeanour, which was very unlike him, and pre-show confidence merged within you, giving you to your actions. You took a step forward and pressed a small kiss to his warm cheek.

"You should come to the show tonight," you said. "I'll be backstage after, just tell whoever's at the door to let you through and we can share a drink."

A smile curled onto his lips, his own confidence growing back within him.

"That would be swell."

"I better get these in some water. I'll see you later."

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Written by Charlotte.

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