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“He always gets nervous talking to pretty girls,” Jack says, wrapping an arm around Davey’s shoulders.
You nod, “uh huh.”
“What?”
You glance between the two, seeing a nervous and flushed cheek Davey and overly confidant Jack makes you believe the latter but, you also hope it’s not true because you want to have a conversation with Davey. You raise a brow, “do you always need to speak for him?”
Jack shakes his head, “no, no. He’s all brains, believe me.”
“Okay,” you slowly say. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Okay,” Jack nods.
“Okay.”
“Why did this all of a sudden turn into a war?” Albert asks out loud.
The other newsies shush him, far too engrossed with this good old “Texan standoff” stare down.
“You don’t need to be so rude,” Albert adds, slightly hurt. He asked a perfectly fine and reasonable question.
“Bert, buddy, shut up before yous get a Brooklyn beat down,” Spot chimes in, looking his friend in the eyes.
Albert looks away, mumbling, “I told you not to call me Burt.”
“How about this?” Jack adds, diverting yours and Davey’s attention away from the two. “You and my man, Davey here,” he pats Davey’s shoulder. “Go out and I’m sure he’ll tell you all about his ideas… at some point.”
Davey’s shoulders sag, not feeling very confident about this.
You tilt your head, “are you asking me out on a date on his behalf?”
Jack shrugs, “I guess I am. What do you say?”
You squint at Jack, pursing your lips, slightly thinking of beating the overly confident Jack in your head.
Why did he, of all people, have to find out about your crush on his friend?
You glance over at the shy and nervous boy standing before you.
It’s clear to see how uncomfortable he is with this, whether it be his friend talking for him or what, you don’t know.
“As long as he doesn’t need his interpreter.”
Davey ever so lightly glances up at you.
“Consider it done.”
“Okay,” you say with a smile.
“Okay,” Davey repeats with a smile but, not exactly the same one as you; his is a little more of a mix of emotions, more so, nervousness and excitement.
-
“Alright, you two crazy kids go out and have fun,” Jack wraps an arm around your shoulder, dragging you and Davey towards the front door and basically kicking you two out (temporarily of course).
“Wait- Jack- we don’t have our keys,” you spit out as fast as you can but, the door closes.
You knock once… twice… “Jack, we need at least one set of keys. The store is too far for us to walk.”
The door opens and a pair of keys are thrown at you, you frantically try to catch the keys; you take a step back and almost fall, luckily you have Davey with you.
He catches you, helping you straighten yourself out so you can stand up.
Once you realize how close the two of you were, yours and Davey’s cheeks turn as red a tomato.
You quickly step away from him, gulping, “we should go. You know how they get when they’re hungry.”
The corners of his mouth twitch slightly, “yeah. Whose keys did he throw to you?”
“Oh, uhh,” you check the key. “I think it’s yours?” You hold up the car keys so he can see.
“Of course, he did,” he mutters.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, let’s go.”
-
The drive to the store wasn’t so bad… or at least, not as awkward as you had originally thought it would be, once you found a topic the both of you could talk about.
“You can’t honestly think that Jack was right? Do you?” You ask, not wanting to give your friend a lot of credit when he’s proven to be a dumbass a lot of the time. You turn the corner, walking down the snack isle first with Davey following behind you.
“I mean- not- kind of- I don’t want to not give him credit when it was his idea, you know.”
You smile to yourself, finding him to be even cuter than before.
He walks beside you and finds you smiling. “Why are you smiling like that?”
You shrug, “no reason. I do see where you’re coming from.”
And you both continue talking about whatever interests the two of you, learning new things about each other, and whatnot.
-
After getting everything you two needed and paying, you’re on your way back to the newsie house.
It’s silent, all you hear are the sounds of other cars driving by; a honk here and there, the normal things you hear when you’re on the road.
This isn’t one of those awkward silences where no one’s what to talk about and it’s sort of weird but, it’s not. It’s comforting to know that you and Davey can talk about whatever and get to know each other.
‘Guess Jack was right. Nope, don’t like that.’
-
“You two have fun?” Jack asks, a smirk makes it’s way onto his lips. He leans onto the counter with his arms crossed.
You open the pantry, putting away the few canned items you bought and any other miscellaneous snacks you found. “I’m putting the groceries away.”
“You can multi-task.”
You groan, “if I throw this can at you, will you go away?”
“Why mess up this pretty face?”
“Someone’s cocky.”
“Someone’s avoiding the question.”
“I… didn’t find it as awkward as I thought it was going to be.”
“So, you liked going out shopping with my boy Davey?”
“Go away.” He chuckles, “you did. Someone had a good time with their crush.”
“Shut up!”
“Never.”