"Chipped Nailpolish" 2/3

Author: VinylNoMiko (vinylnomiko@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Do not own Newsies, Disney, or anything associated with those billionaires.
Status: Finished series, part 2/3
Warnings: humor, slash, romance, Spot/Jack, Ranma ½ crossover esque thing (you don’t really need to have seen it, it’s explained in the fic because I’m helpful like that.), my reoccurring Meg-Sue (based on my oh so wise friend, Meg AKA Three).
Pairing: Jack/Spot
Archiving: Seize the Night and Tainted Wings (www.colourovers.net)

Notes: W00t, this is my birthday fic to myself because my birthday was on March 11! Go Me!

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I woke up the next morning with a song in my heart and a corset on my belly. I quickly when down to the bathrooms and brought up a few towels and the last of the warm water for that morning. I put a towel down on the floor, and poured the water over me. I quickly looked down, and found myself looking at a totally new body. I covered myself in a towel and looked in the mirror. I was a very hot girl. I managed to get through with putting my clothes on, but once I reached the final stages to look like a girl, I was lost. "Meg??"

A slightly dissheveled Meg appeared, this time in a robe and fluffy slippers. A little patch on her bathrobe read "Slytherin" and her robe was black while her fluffy purple slippers tapped impatiently. "What are you up to?"

"I need help with my makeup."

Meg reached over, and I noticed her chipped nails. She grabbed the lipstick, smeared it on my lips, dabbed mascara on and added eyeliner. She pulled a brush through my long blond hair, gave it a ribbon, and handed me a mirror. I gasped. I was beautiful. I radiated feminine elegance, whilst still looking stylish and mysteriously sexy.

I grinned, and then frowned. "How can I get out of the lodging house?" Meg flicked her crimson wand and we appeared on the streets below. She waved and with a bang, vanished.

I drew in my breath, and walked down the street to Jack’s territory. I blushed along the way as some newsies stopped to whistle apprecievatly at me. Thank my newsie gods they didn’t recognize me. And then I saw him. Jack Kelly. I grinned happily, he was almost out of papers. I looked him over. His alluring brown eyes were calling to me, but I knew I had to wait until he was nearly out of papers. I walked back in ten minutes, Jack Kelly had one paper left.

I walked up to him. "Excuse me, sir?"

Jakc turned around. I heard his intake of breath. "Yes ma’am?" he asked, kissing my hand. I blushed.

"Can I buy your paper?"

"Sure," he answered. I handed over the money, our hands making more than necessary contact. Not that either of us minded.

"Thank you."

"Wait."

"Yes?" I tried to keep my voice more feminine.

"Wanna go to Tibby’s?"

"Uh, sure."

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After we ate at Tibby’s, enjoying a casual conversation, we made our way to the docks. I looked up at Jack, "I had fun."

"Me too."

"Jack? I was wondering.."

"Yeah?"

"Jack, Do you think I’m pretty?" He looked startled at my question, and answered with caution.

"I’m going to be straightforward here. I think you are adorable. It’s just-"

"You have a girlfriend?" I said turning to him.

His hand found mine and held it. "Not really.. It’s just that," his voice broke. "If I tell you something, do you promise to keep it a secret and tell no one?"

"Of course."

"I don’t know why I’m telling you this.. I feel kind of like I know you already.. Well, anyway, I like this boy. His name is Spot."

I gasped. He looked at me and he shook his head, saying, "I shouldn’t have told you. You think it’s gross, don’t you?"

"No, not at all. It’s just.. I didn’t think you were like that."

Jack pulled me closer, my heart pounded in my chest.

"I love him," he looked up at the stars. "Well, I have to go. Maybe I’ll see if he’s at home.."

I snapped up. "Go see him?"

"Yeah.. I think I should tell him. What do you think?"

"Yeah. But you should wait till tomorrow.."

"But what about a serenade?" Jack released me.

"You think Spot would like that?" I said, surprised. Jack? Romantic?

"Yes.. I know I would." He paused. "I’m going to do it! I’ll see you tomorrow!" And with that he ran off.

"MEG!!!!!!!!"

Poof.

"I don’t understand why you always insist on interrupting whenever I finally get to watch the Ewan McGregor and Christi-" a frustrated Meg in a shirt reading "Slash is sexelent." (1). Her silver bitch boot tapped.

"It’s an emergency."

"Boy, or girl, it better be."

"Can you get me back to my place?"

Snap.

"Is that it, darling?"

"Can I have some cold water, too? And some clothes?"

"Pandy better not be watching it without me (2)." Snap. Crack. "I suppose you’ll want me to dry you down?" Chink.

"Thanks, I think I hear Jack coming."

"Not even a lousy thank you.. or a lovely strip.." Poof.

To Be Continued

(1) My darling, Meg, ‘s newest catch phrase. Hers.

(2) Me!! I’m Pandy! I’d wait for you, Meg. :: cough:: maybe..