The Story of Cassie Tuck (Newsies/Tuck Everlasting Crossover)

Chapter 6

So, whatcha been up to?Greaser taps. ... --- --..-- .-- .... .- - -.-. .... .- -... . . -. ..- .--. - --- ..--..

Oh, nothing much. One thing I should mention though: they think I'm a guy, so just be careful of the pronouns you use when talking about me, ok?I ask. Oh jeez this is gonna be long- btw sentences separated by a line between each so it doesn't die --- .... --..-- -. --- - .... .. -. --. -- ..- -.-. .... .-.-.- --- -. . - .... .. -. --. .. ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. -- . -. - .. --- -. - .... --- ..- --. .... ---... - .... .. -. K ..'-- .- --. ..-

What're pronouns again?

I sigh, rolling my eyes. We talked about them before, remember? They're the she, he, they things.

"Ohhhhhhh."

I laugh. Anyway, my name's Cassio for now.

Cassio, got it.His drops his arm as we come up on Brooklyn's Lodging house. Wow, tapping out Morse code really does take a while.

"I'se jus' gonna run inside ta see if 'e's ready for ya... uh, wait 'ere I guess." Greaser runs into the Lodge

"What were you guys doin' when we'se was walkin'?" Jack asked. It's obvious I don't understand, but I think Davey tries to as he attempts to translate for me.

"Uh, I think what Jack's askin' is how you two... communicated while we were walkin' here."

I stare at them. I've gotta wait for Greaser to come back so he can translate – God, this is waymore difficult that it should be.

"Right, sorry. We'll just..." Davey rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Jack patted him on the back.

Greaser came speeding out, almost as fast as Race. "LEZGO!"

The three of us stare at him and his sideways grin. He's such a goofball. Did "goofball" exist back then? Whelp don't care-

"Sorry, uh... 'e's ready ta see ya," he says.

Skip the part actually walking through the lodge cause I can't be bothered-

Greaser knocks.

"Greaser, I toldja, you'se don' have ta knock when I know you'se comin'," a voice says.

Greaser opens the door, muttering, "Sorry, boss, force a' habit."

I let Jack and Davey go foist – I don't know how Spotty's gonna react seeing me. Last time I was here, well... even though it was an accident, it didn't end well.

"So, what's da famous Jack Kelly doin' 'ere wit a couple a' 'is newsies, eh?" Spot asks.

"WE REQUIRE YOUR ASSISSTANCE, GOOD SIR! Jk-"

"We needja help wit–"

"Wit da pay-roise, I'se guessin'?" he laughs.

Jack looks shocked, like he wasn't expecting Spot to know – but of course Spot knows, he knows everything. Besides, the price ogt upped here, too.

The King a' Brooklyn finally notices me. "Ah, Morse, I'se was wonderin' why you'se was hidin'! How've ya been?"

Good, I tap on the wall.

Greaser told me bout it all. You're sure about this?

I'm about to reply when jack cuts in. "What is you two doin'?"

What, ya mean dis?Spot taps. Even in Morse code Spot doesn't lose his accent... or maybe he just can't spell.

"Yeah!" He's a little annoyed now. I don't see why he feels he has to be.