DaSilva's Sister (Morris Delancey x Reader)

Chapter 8

4 June 1898

Y/N's POV

Today started pretty much the same as yesterday. I got barely any sleep, only this time I didn't have Jack to bring me back to reality so when it was time to get up, I was shaking and unable to think clearly.

I could barely even see where I was going, eventually bumping into someone who grabbed my shoulder to stop me from falling.

"Woah! You's okay?" My vision started to clear up and I realised it was Crutchie.
"Yeah sorry. My mind's kinda just racing right now."

"I thinks a hug will make ya feel better," he said brightly. Before I could respond, I was engulfed in a hug.

I smiled, he was right. Crutchie is like a ray of sunshine. "Huh, I actually do feel better."
"Course ya do, sometimes it's all ya need," his smile remained bright as ever.

"Wanna sell wit' me? Togetha we's gonna sell sell all da papes."
"Because of your limp and my broken arm?"

He gasped dramatically, feigning offence, "I don't need no limp ta sell papes, I got poisonality."

I chuckled at that, what a sweetheart. "Yeah sure, I'll sell with you and your 'poisonality'. I bet you're better than Racer."

While we waited in line, I made eye contact with Morris and he winked at me. I smiled shyly back at him, my cheeks heating up. I have it bad for him.

Eventually we got our papers and like yesterday, my stack had a little note on it. It read 'Meet me at Central Park at 7' with a smiley face. I once again put it in my skirt pocket and smiled at him.

While I waited for Crutchie, Jack came up to me. "Hey N/N, ya doin' alright?"
"I'm fine, just tired. Didn't get much sleep last night."
"Yeah, Crutch told me you weren't feelin' so good. Come ta me 'f ya need anything."
"Thanks Jackie," I said giving him a hug.

I went up to Race and whispered to him, "I'm going out with Morris tonight at Central Park, please cover for me."

He smirked at me, "Of course N/N. Have fun, jus' not too much fun."

I rolled my eyes and smacked him with one of my papers. "Thanks Racer. Also I'm selling with Crutchie today."
He gasped, "You's ditchin' me?"

I shrugged, "Sorry Race, he's just better looking."
"Can't argue wit' that," he said, chuckling, "I's gonna come back from da races a bit later today so that we can walk in togetha an' they's gonna think you were wit' me."

"Thanks Racer," I gave him one more hug before going off with Crutchie.

Crutchie is one interesting boy. He manages to use people's sympathy without making it seem like that's his intention.

He's got so much charisma that people don't even realise they're subconsciously drawn to him because of his leg.

I noticed that because when I sold with him, a lot more people bought from me than yesterday with Race who is also very charismatic.

I guess people are more willing to buy from two injured kids and without thinking end up buying more than they need.

While the sun was still up, both Crutchie and I had sold our whole stacks.

"Hey Y/N, I know you were feelin' kinda down today an' I think I's got something that'll cheer ya up."
"What is it?" I asked, genuinely intrigued.

"My goil makes the best cakes an' stuff in da woild an' she gives me some wheneva I come visit her folks' bakery."
"You've got a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, only Jackie knows so don' tell all da boys. They's gonna tease me 'bout it."
"Don't worry Crutch, I won't tell them."