- Chapter 65 - Back at Home in 'Hattan (Even if it's only for a Day) -
Warnings: Chaos? It's Manhattan, it's gonna be chaotic. That's why we love them lol
Third Person POV
Smalls knocks on the door to the Manhattan Lodge.
They could clearly hear the chaos in said Lodge.
It all stopped when she knocked, someone shouting a 'what?!'
"It's only two of your favorite Newsies ever!" Smalls shouts back, grinning at Race.
Ace and Rags roll their eyes.
Race pats their shoulders, standing in the middle of them. "Don't worry, boys." He tells them, faking sympathy. "She didn't mean you."
Both boys roll their eyes again, glaring at Race.
"Sniper and Smalls?!" Someone from inside the Lodge shouts.
Smalls laughs as she pushes the door open.
Race scoffs, crossing his arms as he walks inside. "I'm offended your first guess wasn't me." He grumbles.
JoJo squeals, literally shooting up. "Race!" He exclaims, grabbing him in a hug.
Race was trampled by many other hugs as well.
Within thirty seconds, Race was piled under the majority of the Manhattan Newsies and they could only see his head.
Lucky gasps, jumping off of Specs' lap and running and sitting down next to Race. He hugs Race's head, aka the only part of his body that didn't already have a Newsie on top of it. "I missed you!" He exclaims.
Race smiles. "I missed you too." He responds. "All of you." He adds.
"AWW! Thanks!" The other Manhattan Newsies on top of him chorus.
Race laughs a bit to himself, before he heard sniffles.
Tears stream down Lucky's face.
Concerned, Race quickly tried pushing people off of him. "Get off." He grumbles, quickly getting up and pulling Lucky into his arms.
Lucky wraps his arms around Race's neck, nuzzling his head into the crook of Race's neck.
"Hey, hey," Race runs his hand through Lucky's hair. "What's up, bud?" He whispers.
Some boys share concerned looks.
Specs, Knobs, and Davey looked like they knew something everyone else didn't.
Lucky sniffles. "I missed-" he hiccups, cutting himself off. "-you."
Slightly relieved that it wasn't anything horrible, Race smiles a bit. "I missed you too, bud. Mean Spot isn't letting me leave Brooklyn or sell without someone so I can be safe." He tells him.
Ace scoffs. "We're right here, Race." He states, looking annoyed.
Race ignores him.
Lucky plays with one of Race's curls that hung in front of his forehead. "That's mean..." he whispers.
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