Jack x Crutchie Oneshots (Newsies)

Face Paint

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Jack PoV:

Jack loved freckles. When was a kid, every person he drew he would give freckles, even if the person didn't have any in the first place. When he had first met Crutchie, he had instantly thought that his freckles were the most amazing thing in the whole world.

Even now, many years later, Jack still loved to draw freckles. Crutchie's especially. He would spend hours trying to make sure every freckle was in the right place on each drawing he made of his boyfriend.

Jack stuck out the tip of his tongue as he squinted at his drawing. He would go from sneaking glances at Crutchie to looking back down at his drawing, comparing the two. Crutchie was reading an extra pape he hadn't been able to sell, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his legs dangled past the railing.

The second Jack saw Crutchie sitting in the fading daylight, the light catching his hair just right, his hands had instantly itched for paint. Since he didn't have paint, he settled for charcoal. In his drawing, he only drew Crutchie's head and shoulders, focusing on his face.

After a few minutes of struggling to get a good look and Crutchie's freckles from his spot on the other side of the roof he decided to sneak closer. He scooted past their shared mattress and onto a stack of old papes that they used as a makeshift chair.

Crutchie's eyes flicked up from the article he was skimming for a second before going back to reading. From this angle Jack could see Crutchie face better and he was able to fix some of the mistakes he had made. Crutchie's hair puffed up in the front a bit more. His eye lashes were longer than most. His button nose was covered in freckles and a tiny dusting of dirt.

Jack finished off his adjustments, admiring his drawing.

"Whatcha drawin'?" Crutchie asked, snapping Jack out of his thoughts. Jack quickly pressed his sketchbook to his chest so Crutchie couldn't see.

"Nothin'." He replied, trying to sound casual.

He knew Crutchie didn't like when Jack drew him. He would always roll his eyes and say something about how 'aren't there prettier things for you to be drawin'?' or something stupid like that.

Jack didn't understand how Crutchie didn't see himself as beautiful. To Jack, he was the most simply beautiful person he had ever met. Sure, Katherine was really pretty. And Spot was handsome. And that girl who had waved at him while he was selling was cute.

But no one that Jack had ever met did he consider beautiful. Except for Crutchie. Crutchie was truly beautiful, inside and out.

Crutchie put down his pape, grabbing his crutch and walking over to where Jack was sitting. Quick as a flash he grabbed Jack's sketchbook out of his hands with a smirk. When he looked down to see the drawing of himself, his face went beet red.

"Jack..." He mumbled, "Ain't there somethin' better for you to be drawin'?"

"What could be better than you?" Jack replied, smiling up at Crutchie from the makeshift chair. If it was even possible, Crutchie blushed even more. He handed back the sketchbook, rolling his eyes,

"Sure. Whatever you say Jack."

Crutchie sat back down, picking back up the paper.

"The article on page 4's actually pretty interesting." He called, trying to change the subject. Jack wasn't going to fall for that though.

"Ya know what's more interesting?" Jack replied, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"What?"
"You."