Orphans of Boston

Butch got an earful from NJ, needless to say.

NJ showed up at the coffee shop. He had taken a chocolate bar and wrapped it up for Fletcher. It wasn’t too overbearing but still a suitable apology gift. “Man, ‘dat was so embarrassing. My siblings like teasin’ me.”

Fletcher showed up only a few minutes later, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his brown coat. “Hey NJ,” Fletcher smiled nervously.

NJ jumped. “Heya’!” He smiled softly with a light blush on his face. “I’m sorry ‘bout ‘dat phone call earlier.”

He handed him the package. “I got you somethin.”

Fletcher shook his head, “It’s alright. Oh… thank you.” He smiled up at NJ before unwrapping the package. “I love chocolate, thank you so much.” He exclaimed once he finally saw what was in the wrapping. Despite being a bundle of nerves, Fletcher stood on his toes to give NJ a tentative and quick kiss on the cheek.

NJ turned red, quickly returning the kiss on the cheek. “W-Well, we should get coffee.” He said softly.

They ordered, got the coffee and sat down at a table. NJ was also a pile of nerves at this point, so he decided to make conversation. “S-So, a Newsboy? Are you doing it as a hobby, or are you with the orphan newsboys? I’m an Orphan Chimney Sweep.”

“Oh, um, I’m with the orphan newsboys… I guess I’m not technically an orphan though. My parents are still… alive…” Fletcher explained, blowing on his coffee to cool it down a bit. He decided to change the subject, he didn’t really want to talk about his parents. “So… was that your brother on the phone? Or just a friend?”

“Oh, it was my ‘brudda. His name is Butch. My big sistah’ Peppermint, and my brudda’ Expo. Peppermint and Expo aren’t blood related though.” He explained.

NJ took a drink of his coffee, his face skewing up from how hot it was

Fletcher giggled at NJ and looked down at his hands. “I… I didn’t mean for it to seem like I was rejecting you earlier.” He stated quickly, “I just… I wanted to get to know you better first.”

“Ah no, I unda'stand. It ain’t that, they'se was jus’ screwin’ with me.” He clarified. “‘Dey like ta’ make fun of me when'eva I get an interest. Even for a friend.” They date drew on a little, when Fletcher decided to have dinner with NJ. But as they were walking out, they were stopped by a couple of kids they knew well. Or at least, NJ knew well.

“Hey, homo. Where are ya’ goin’? The Warden told us to tell ya’, that ya’ should repent, and to maybe say hello to him at the Detention Center.” Said a boy named Vince

Vincent and Sullivan. A famous duo to any orphans in Boston. Bullies who were the sons of thier rich and powerful father, who made a living off a Juvinille Detention center. Sullivan was Vince’s older brother, who hardly spoke unless he was directly referring to his brother.

Fletcher just stood silently, not knowing what to do and also he didn’t like conflict. Vincent noticed how uncomfortable Fletcher was and smirked. He took a few steps forward getting into Fletcher’s personal space. “And who’s this kid? You’re boyfriend?”

NJ wasn’t afraid to fight. He gently pushed Fletcher behind him. “Been awhile since you bums decided ta’ fuck wit’ da chimney sweeps. ‘Ow many kids at the prison do ya’ gotta take care of? 1,000? 1,500? When the max capacity is 30?”

Sullivan decided to talk. “Yeah shrimp. And it’s gonna be 1,501 if ya’ don’t shut your trap and take a beating.”

NJ glared at both of them, “You two might be da ones gettin’ a beatin’. Yous neva know.” Vincent laughed at that, “Try us, you lousy shrimp.”

NJ would normally go for Sullivan, but knowing Sullivan would check to see if Vince was ok, he kneed Vince right where it hurt, taking Fletcher’s hand and running as fast as he could

They ran for a bit before Fletcher cried, “I know a place. Follow me!” He took them down a back alley and before climbing up several stories on a fire escape. When he reached the third level he quickly opened a window and slipped inside.

It was a small room with a bookshelf, a tattered loveseat, and a few blankets folded up by the bookshelf. “We can hide out here for a bit,” Fletcher murmured, shutting the window once NJ had come through.

Orphans of Boston

Butch got an earful from NJ, needless to say.

NJ showed up at the coffee shop. He had taken a chocolate bar and wrapped it up for Fletcher. It wasn’t too overbearing but still a suitable apology gift. “Man, ‘dat was so embarrassing. My siblings like teasin’ me.”

Fletcher showed up only a few minutes later, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his brown coat. “Hey NJ,” Fletcher smiled nervously.

NJ jumped. “Heya’!” He smiled softly with a light blush on his face. “I’m sorry ‘bout ‘dat phone call earlier.”

He handed him the package. “I got you somethin.”

Fletcher shook his head, “It’s alright. Oh… thank you.” He smiled up at NJ before unwrapping the package. “I love chocolate, thank you so much.” He exclaimed once he finally saw what was in the wrapping. Despite being a bundle of nerves, Fletcher stood on his toes to give NJ a tentative and quick kiss on the cheek.

NJ turned red, quickly returning the kiss on the cheek. “W-Well, we should get coffee.” He said softly.

They ordered, got the coffee and sat down at a table. NJ was also a pile of nerves at this point, so he decided to make conversation. “S-So, a Newsboy? Are you doing it as a hobby, or are you with the orphan newsboys? I’m an Orphan Chimney Sweep.”

“Oh, um, I’m with the orphan newsboys… I guess I’m not technically an orphan though. My parents are still… alive…” Fletcher explained, blowing on his coffee to cool it down a bit. He decided to change the subject, he didn’t really want to talk about his parents. “So… was that your brother on the phone? Or just a friend?”

“Oh, it was my ‘brudda. His name is Butch. My big sistah’ Peppermint, and my brudda’ Expo. Peppermint and Expo aren’t blood related though.” He explained.

NJ took a drink of his coffee, his face skewing up from how hot it was

Fletcher giggled at NJ and looked down at his hands. “I… I didn’t mean for it to seem like I was rejecting you earlier.” He stated quickly, “I just… I wanted to get to know you better first.”

“Ah no, I unda'stand. It ain’t that, they'se was jus’ screwin’ with me.” He clarified. “‘Dey like ta’ make fun of me when'eva I get an interest. Even for a friend.” They date drew on a little, when Fletcher decided to have dinner with NJ. But as they were walking out, they were stopped by a couple of kids they knew well. Or at least, NJ knew well.

“Hey, homo. Where are ya’ goin’? The Warden told us to tell ya’, that ya’ should repent, and to maybe say hello to him at the Detention Center.” Said a boy named Vince

Vincent and Sullivan. A famous duo to any orphans in Boston. Bullies who were the sons of thier rich and powerful father, who made a living off a Juvinille Detention center. Sullivan was Vince’s older brother, who hardly spoke unless he was directly referring to his brother.

Fletcher just stood silently, not knowing what to do and also he didn’t like conflict. Vincent noticed how uncomfortable Fletcher was and smirked. He took a few steps forward getting into Fletcher’s personal space. “And who’s this kid? You’re boyfriend?”

NJ wasn’t afraid to fight. He gently pushed Fletcher behind him. “Been awhile since you bums decided ta’ fuck wit’ da chimney sweeps. ‘Ow many kids at the prison do ya’ gotta take care of? 1,000? 1,500? When the max capacity is 30?”

Sullivan decided to talk. “Yeah shrimp. And it’s gonna be 1,501 if ya’ don’t shut your trap and take a beating.”

NJ glared at both of them, “You two might be da ones gettin' a beatin'. Yous neva know.” Vincent laughed at that, “Try us, you lousy shrimp.”

Orphans of Boston

Butch got an earful from NJ, needless to say.

NJ showed up at the coffee shop. He had taken a chocolate bar and wrapped it up for Fletcher. It wasn’t too overbearing but still a suitable apology gift. “Man, ‘dat was so embarrassing. My siblings like teasin’ me.”

Fletcher showed up only a few minutes later, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his brown coat. “Hey NJ,” Fletcher smiled nervously.

NJ jumped. “Heya’!” He smiled softly with a light blush on his face. “I’m sorry ‘bout ‘dat phone call earlier.”

He handed him the package. “I got you somethin.”

Fletcher shook his head, “It’s alright. Oh… thank you.” He smiled up at NJ before unwrapping the package. “I love chocolate, thank you so much.” He exclaimed once he finally saw what was in the wrapping. Despite being a bundle of nerves, Fletcher stood on his toes to give NJ a tentative and quick kiss on the cheek.

NJ turned red, quickly returning the kiss on the cheek. “W-Well, we should get coffee.” He said softly.

They ordered, got the coffee and sat down at a table. NJ was also a pile of nerves at this point, so he decided to make conversation. “S-So, a Newsboy? Are you doing it as a hobby, or are you with the orphan newsboys? I’m an Orphan Chimney Sweep.”

“Oh, um, I’m with the orphan newsboys… I guess I’m not technically an orphan though. My parents are still… alive…” Fletcher explained, blowing on his coffee to cool it down a bit. He decided to change the subject, he didn’t really want to talk about his parents. “So… was that your brother on the phone? Or just a friend?”

“Oh, it was my ‘brudda. His name is Butch. My big sistah’ Peppermint, and my brudda’ Expo. Peppermint and Expo aren’t blood related though.” He explained.

NJ took a drink of his coffee, his face skewing up from how hot it was

Fletcher giggled at NJ and looked down at his hands. “I… I didn’t mean for it to seem like I was rejecting you earlier.” He stated quickly, “I just… I wanted to get to know you better first.”

“Ah no, I unda'stand. It ain’t that, they'se was jus’ screwin’ with me.” He clarified. “‘Dey like ta’ make fun of me when'eva I get an interest. Even for a friend.” They date drew on a little, when Fletcher decided to have dinner with NJ. But as they were walking out, they were stopped by a couple of kids they knew well. Or at least, NJ knew well.

“Hey, homo. Where are ya’ goin’? The Warden told us to tell ya’, that ya’ should repent, and to maybe say hello to him at the Detention Center.” Said a boy named Vince

Vincent and Sullivan. A famous duo to any orphans in Boston. Bullies who were the sons of thier rich and powerful father, who made a living off a Juvinille Detention center. Sullivan was Vince’s older brother, who hardly spoke unless he was directly referring to his brother.

Fletcher just stood silently, not knowing what to do and also he didn't like conflict. Vincent noticed how uncomfortable Fletcher was and smirked. He took a few steps forward getting into Fletcher's personal space. “And who's this kid? You're boyfriend?”

Orphans of Boston

Butch got an earful from NJ, needless to say.

NJ showed up at the coffee shop. He had taken a chocolate bar and wrapped it up for Fletcher. It wasn’t too overbearing but still a suitable apology gift. “Man, ‘dat was so embarrassing. My siblings like teasin’ me.”

Fletcher showed up only a few minutes later, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his brown coat. “Hey NJ,” Fletcher smiled nervously.

NJ jumped. “Heya’!” He smiled softly with a light blush on his face. “I’m sorry ‘bout ‘dat phone call earlier.”

He handed him the package. “I got you somethin.”

Fletcher shook his head, “It’s alright. Oh… thank you.” He smiled up at NJ before unwrapping the package. “I love chocolate, thank you so much.” He exclaimed once he finally saw what was in the wrapping. Despite being a bundle of nerves, Fletcher stood on his toes to give NJ a tentative and quick kiss on the cheek.

NJ turned red, quickly returning the kiss on the cheek. “W-Well, we should get coffee.” He said softly.

They ordered, got the coffee and sat down at a table. NJ was also a pile of nerves at this point, so he decided to make conversation. “S-So, a Newsboy? Are you doing it as a hobby, or are you with the orphan newsboys? I’m an Orphan Chimney Sweep.”

“Oh, um, I’m with the orphan newsboys… I guess I’m not technically an orphan though. My parents are still… alive…” Fletcher explained, blowing on his coffee to cool it down a bit. He decided to change the subject, he didn’t really want to talk about his parents. “So… was that your brother on the phone? Or just a friend?”

“Oh, it was my ‘brudda. His name is Butch. My big sistah’ Peppermint, and my brudda’ Expo. Peppermint and Expo aren’t blood related though.” He explained.

NJ took a drink of his coffee, his face skewing up from how hot it was

Fletcher giggled at NJ and looked down at his hands. “I... I didn't mean for it to seem like I was rejecting you earlier.” He stated quickly, “I just... I wanted to get to know you better first.”

Orphans of Boston

Butch got an earful from NJ, needless to say.

NJ showed up at the coffee shop. He had taken a chocolate bar and wrapped it up for Fletcher. It wasn’t too overbearing but still a suitable apology gift. “Man, ‘dat was so embarrassing. My siblings like teasin’ me.”

Fletcher showed up only a few minutes later, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his brown coat. “Hey NJ,” Fletcher smiled nervously.

NJ jumped. “Heya’!” He smiled softly with a light blush on his face. “I’m sorry ‘bout ‘dat phone call earlier.”

He handed him the package. “I got you somethin.”

Fletcher shook his head, “It’s alright. Oh… thank you.” He smiled up at NJ before unwrapping the package. “I love chocolate, thank you so much.” He exclaimed once he finally saw what was in the wrapping. Despite being a bundle of nerves, Fletcher stood on his toes to give NJ a tentative and quick kiss on the cheek.

NJ turned red, quickly returning the kiss on the cheek. “W-Well, we should get coffee.” He said softly.

They ordered, got the coffee and sat down at a table. NJ was also a pile of nerves at this point, so he decided to make conversation. “S-So, a Newsboy? Are you doing it as a hobby, or are you with the orphan newsboys? I’m an Orphan Chimney Sweep.”

“Oh, um, I'm with the orphan newsboys... I guess I'm not technically an orphan though. My parents are still... alive...” Fletcher explained, blowing on his coffee to cool it down a bit. He decided to change the subject, he didn't really want to talk about his parents. “So... was that your brother on the phone? Or just a friend?”

Orphans of Boston

Butch got an earful from NJ, needless to say.

NJ showed up at the coffee shop. He had taken a chocolate bar and wrapped it up for Fletcher. It wasn’t too overbearing but still a suitable apology gift. “Man, ‘dat was so embarrassing. My siblings like teasin’ me.”

Fletcher showed up only a few minutes later, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his brown coat. “Hey NJ,” Fletcher smiled nervously.

NJ jumped. “Heya’!” He smiled softly with a light blush on his face. “I’m sorry ‘bout 'dat phone call earlier.”

He handed him the package. “I got you somethin.”

Fletcher shook his head, “It's alright. Oh... thank you.” He smiled up at NJ before unwrapping the package. “I love chocolate, thank you so much.” He exclaimed once he finally saw what was in the wrapping. Despite being a bundle of nerves, Fletcher stood on his toes to give NJ a tentative and quick kiss on the cheek.

Orphans of Boston

Butch got an earful from NJ, needless to say.

NJ showed up at the coffee shop. He had taken a chocolate bar and wrapped it up for Fletcher. It wasn’t too overbearing but still a suitable apology gift. “Man, ‘dat was so embarrassing. My siblings like teasin’ me.”

Fletcher showed up only a few minutes later, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his brown coat. “Hey NJ,” Fletcher smiled nervously.

Orphans of Boston

// @spotlightqueenofboston

In a year not too long ago, and yet so long ago, you could hear the whistling of chimney sweeps throughout the streets. The songs that they sang, the conversations they had when they rested thier head on the edge of a chimney after a long day’s work.

They were a rag-tag group of misfits who had one thing in common, they were left behind by a family who didn’t love them, and they now lived together as a family. Though they were friends, they were never too horribly close. Until one day, all of that was about to change.

“AY BUTCH!” Peaches yelled when he popped his head out of the chimney he was working in. “YOURE A BIT SLOW TA'DAY! WHAT GIVES?” He clambered out of the chimney

Butch struggled to get up out of his chimney. “Can it, Peaches! I’m tired because ya’ll can’t sleep wit'out havin’ to make some kinds of noises ‘dat wake me up!”

“Yous both is slow!” Spotlight called from where she was perched on the edge of a chimney casually eating an apple. “Butch, didya not have ya mornin’ coffee?”

“‘Course I did!” He replied. “Jus’ ‘dat coffee only get ya’ so far when ya’ are cleaning a long ass chimney that’s hard ta’ clean!” He replied, stretching.

NJ climbed out of his chimney. “Long and Hard!” He laughed. “Spotlight, are ya’ eatin’ an apple? Ain’t that covered with dust and charcoal an’ stuff?”

“I wiped it off, calm youself. I ain’t gon eat no dirty apple.” Spotlight replied in a nonchalant manner. She hopped over to Butch’s chimney carefully and asked, “'Ow many more do we got today?”

“We gots…” he paused, then smiled. “Actually, we’d done for tah'day!” He rolled out his shoulders. “Now all we gotta’ do…” he turned twords Expo’s chimney, and spoke loud enough for Expo to hear. “Is wait for Expo ta’ finish his goddamn chimney!” He laughed

“'Ey! Give me a minute, ya hear.” Expo called in a jokingly frustrated manner. It only took a minute longer before Expo climbed out of the chimney. “Could ya be more impatient, Butch?” He asked, jumping over to the rest of them.

“Hey, ya’ actually do a good job! We already gots thier money, whaddya they gon’ do?” He laughed, stretching, and beginning to walk down the scaffolding on the building. “Not like there is any betta’ sweeps”

“Ain’t dat the truth,” Spotlight chuckled, climbing down most of the way before doing a flip off of the last part and onto the ground. Expo shook his head at Spotlight’s action. “Girl ya betta be careful. One day yous gonna crack your head open.” Spotlight just laughed and shook her head. She turned to Butch and asked, “So can we head home now?”

Butch also tried the flip trick, only failing. He wasn’t hurt, but he stood up and did something simaler to a dab for comedic effect. “We'se gonna pick up Flicker. Follow the leader!” He laughed, leading them to the building Flicker was working in. They went up to the top, where they saw Flicker climb up her chimney, coughing an sputtering as if she accidently inhaled a ton of carbon

“Flicka’! Be careful!” Butch said, helping her up and rubbing her back gently as she coughed

She coughed a few more times before taking a deep breath. “I’s fine, i’s fine.” They all proceeded to climb down carefully. “So Butch,” Spotlight started, “Anyone else we need to go pick up in the area?”

“Flicka’ rememba’. In through ya’ mouth, and out through ya mouth. Short Breaths, Short breaths. Rosebud’s gonna kick ya’ ass in tha’ afterlife.” Butch commented.

“Nah, nobody else. ‘Da rest of the guys already finished”

Spotlight nodded, “Alright.” She looked around at all of her wonderful friends and family. Her glance lingered slightly on Flicker but not long enough for her to notice, and hopefully not long enough for anyone else in the group to notice either. “Butch, it alright if I ‘ead ova to the theatre now?”

“‘Course ya’ can, what kinda’ question is ‘dat?” He smiled softly and bent over a little to pick her up and spin her around, hugging her tightly. “You’re my favorite lil’ sis eva’.” He said.

“I’m your only little sister.” She replied matter-of-factly.

“Well, ‘den that makes ya’ tha’ best lil’ sis in the whole wide world.” He pushed her hair off her forehead. “And push ya’ hair back, ya’ look like one of ‘dose dogs with the hair coverin’ their eyes.”

Spotlight rolled her eyes, “Whateva ya say, Butch.” She took her hair band and threw her hair up into a messy bun. “"Right I’m off, then. Ya can come to the show if ya like.”

Butch grabbed her and hugged her tightly. “I love yaaaaaaaaa’” he drawled sweetly, kissing her forehead. “I’ll be there wit’ NJ.”

NJ also went up to hug her, making a small. “Ah man.” Butch started, “I would work wit’ a bad guy to keep you both safe and happy.”

Spotlight laughed, “I love ya both. An’ I’ll see ya both later.” She gave them both a kiss on the cheek and turned to the rest of the group. “See y'all later!”

There was a small wave of: ‘See ya, Spottie!’ And ‘Later Spotlight!’ Amoungst the group. As she left, NJ continued walking, when suddenly, there was a small tap on his shoulder.

There stood a boy with light brown hair and big round glasses, that he pushed up his nose as a nervous habit. “H-hi. 10¢ for a paper? Please? I gotta sell these by the end of the day.”

NJ, upon getting a single look at him, didn’t know what overcame him. The boy was adorable. A light NJ’s face turned pink.

10 cents for a paper? They only costed about 3 cents normally, but NJ pulled out a dollar and handed it to him. “O-O-Of c–course! T-Take this and k-eep the change!” He stuttered out.

The boy smiled widely and pushed his glasses up before taking the dollar. “Thank you, kindly. I’ll be on my way.” He gave him a final smile and began to walk away.

“H-H-Hey! Hold up! Hold ‘da phone!” He jogged over to him. “I didn’t catch ya’ name.” He said, hopefully. “I’ve also neva’ seen ya’ around ‘ere.”

“That’s because I didn’t throw it.” The boy replied, sticking his hands in his pockets. “What’s yours?” He didn’t answer NJ’s other question because he didn’t want to talk about the fact that he had been kicked out of his house.

NJ couldn’t help it. He actually laughed at the lame joke. He snorted and tried to cover his mouth and nose with his hand to muffle the sounds. He sighed. “Sorry, i'se a sucka’ for jokes like ‘dat.” He stood up straight and help out a hand to shake. “Kids call me NJ.”

The boy giggled, “Nice to meet you, NJ. Now if you’ll excuse me, I do need to finish sleeping these papers.”

NJ pulled out 10 dollars. “I’ll buy em’ off from ya’.”

“Oh no… you don’t have to. Besides, what would you even do with them.” The boy said, shaking his head at the offer.

“Almost winta’. Fires, and my brotha’s could use em’ for craftin’.” He stated. “Please, ya’ need tha’ money, and we could use those papes for anythin’.” NJ was desperate for even a little bit of time.

The boy looked down, and sighed. “Alright.” He handed the papers to NJ and took the money. “You’re kinda cute anyway…” he murmured very quietly.

NJ heard him. He paused for a moment, before smiling sweetly and taking a notecard out of his pocket, along with a small pencil, as he jotted down his name and number, handing it to him, looking down with a blush on his face.

“If ya’ interested… you'se pretty adorable ya'self…”

“O-oh…” the boy flushed bright red and took the card, his hand shaking slightly. He stuck the card in his pocket and pushed his glasses up once again before looking down at the ground. “I’m Fletcher, by the way.” He murmured.

“Dat’s a wonderful name ya’ don’t hear often.” NJ said smoothly. “Wanna go out for coffee sometime?” He paused. “Am I comin’ off too strong, or are we both awkward messes?”

Fletcher shrugged, “Awkward messes… but yeah… I’d like that.” He looked up and gave NJ and small, cute smile.

NJ’s heart nearly burst from the smile as Fletcher could visibly see him mentally take a moment. “Y-Ya’ have a gorgeous smile….”

Fletcher blushed bright red and brought a hand up to cover his face. “Thank you.” He muttered, a small smile still on his face.

“H-H-Hey, are ya’ the sun?” He paused. “Because you brighten up even ‘da darkest days.”

Butch took action. “Hey lovedove! We gots things ta’ do and people ta’ see!”

Fletcher laughed but took a step back. “I’ll let you get back to your friends. Thanks for buying my papers. See you around?”

“I’ll see ya’, Fletch.” He gave him one last smile as he walked away. NJ walked back over with his arms up a little in victory. “Winner.” He announced

Butch shook his head at NJ, “Yous ridiculous. But he was kinda cute, so I understand. When ya meetin’ up next?”

“Meetin’ up for coffee lata’” he grinned cockily, stretching. “I’m payin’, obviously. ‘Cause when ya’ wanna charm a guy, ya’ gotta buy ‘im stuff before ya’ take ‘im ta’ bed.” He joked

“Alright Romeo, time for ya’ to take a cold shower.” Peppermint laughed, shoving him gently

NJ laughed, “'Ey, I’m sure you’d do da same thing.” He gave Peppermint a joking wink.

“Fuckin’ nasty.” Peppermint laughed. “What even is romance? I ain’t sure. I neva’ felt it.”

They arrived to the house. A large thing they bought a long time ago. Butch kept the outside beautiful, as it was decorated with flowers and vines going up the house. The front yard, was a grove of trees that protected the spirits of the sweeps who passed away

It was around 4:30pm and Fletcher was sitting on the couch at the place where the newsboys stayed. He was staring at the phone with NJ’s number in his hand. Finally he dialed the number wondering who would pick up.

The phone rang and Butch picked up, expecting a call from the doctor’s. “Chimney Sweep House, Butch speakin’. Look doc, I know I owe’s ya about sixty grand-” he started

“Um… no… is NJ there?” Fletcher asked nervously.

“Oh, fuck, ya’ NJ’s new doll. Sorry bout’ dat’.” He replied. “Here, lemme get ‘im.” He paused. “NJ YA BOYFRIEND IS ON ‘DA OTHER LINE.” He shouted teasingly

NJ picked up. “H-Heya Fletcher.” He sighed sweetly. “Sorry bout’ my family, they'se a bit rowdy.”

Fletcher was blushing on the other end of the line. “It’s… It’s fine. So um… How are you?” He spoke nervously.

“I'se pretty good. Got all ‘da charcoal offa’ me, so I don’t look like I crawled outta a chimney.” He said. “What about you? Anywhere in particular ya’ wanna meet.”

Butch listened in on the other line

“I-I’m good.” Fletcher replied, “Um… there’s nowhere that comes to mind. Where would you like to meet?”

“‘Dere’s a really nice cafe on ‘da end of town. Wanna’ meet ‘dere?” He asked, also blushing lightly

Butch brought Peppermint into the listening mess

Fletcher nodded as he played with the sleeve of his sweater. “Yeah. Would 5:30 be okay?”

“Poi'fect.” He said. “W-Would ya’ also be int'rested in havin’ dinner at my place?” He stuttered out. He was laying on his bed like a teenage girl was.

Expo was now in on the evesdropping.

Fletcher’s eyes widened, dinner? They barely knew each other… He fidgeted nervously and push his glasses up. “Um… I don’t know if I can tonight, but maybe… another night?”

“Ok, no worries!” NJ said happily. When suddenly, he heard Peppermint, Expo, and Butch lose it on the other line.

“OOOOHHHHHHHHHH NJ GOT REJECTED!” They drawled

NJ was unbelievably embarrassed. “B-Butch!”

On the other end of the line Fletcher gasped and muttered, “I-I um... I'm gonna go... I'll see you at 5:30, NJ.” He hung up before NJ could reply, he felt terribly embarrassed. He didn't mean for it to come across that he was rejecting NJ. He just didn't wanted to get to know NJ better.

Orphans of Boston

// @spotlightqueenofboston

In a year not too long ago, and yet so long ago, you could hear the whistling of chimney sweeps throughout the streets. The songs that they sang, the conversations they had when they rested thier head on the edge of a chimney after a long day’s work.

They were a rag-tag group of misfits who had one thing in common, they were left behind by a family who didn’t love them, and they now lived together as a family. Though they were friends, they were never too horribly close. Until one day, all of that was about to change.

“AY BUTCH!” Peaches yelled when he popped his head out of the chimney he was working in. “YOURE A BIT SLOW TA'DAY! WHAT GIVES?” He clambered out of the chimney

Butch struggled to get up out of his chimney. “Can it, Peaches! I’m tired because ya’ll can’t sleep wit'out havin’ to make some kinds of noises ‘dat wake me up!”

“Yous both is slow!” Spotlight called from where she was perched on the edge of a chimney casually eating an apple. “Butch, didya not have ya mornin’ coffee?”

“‘Course I did!” He replied. “Jus’ ‘dat coffee only get ya’ so far when ya’ are cleaning a long ass chimney that’s hard ta’ clean!” He replied, stretching.

NJ climbed out of his chimney. “Long and Hard!” He laughed. “Spotlight, are ya’ eatin’ an apple? Ain’t that covered with dust and charcoal an’ stuff?”

“I wiped it off, calm youself. I ain’t gon eat no dirty apple.” Spotlight replied in a nonchalant manner. She hopped over to Butch’s chimney carefully and asked, “'Ow many more do we got today?”

“We gots…” he paused, then smiled. “Actually, we’d done for tah'day!” He rolled out his shoulders. “Now all we gotta’ do…” he turned twords Expo’s chimney, and spoke loud enough for Expo to hear. “Is wait for Expo ta’ finish his goddamn chimney!” He laughed

“'Ey! Give me a minute, ya hear.” Expo called in a jokingly frustrated manner. It only took a minute longer before Expo climbed out of the chimney. “Could ya be more impatient, Butch?” He asked, jumping over to the rest of them.

“Hey, ya’ actually do a good job! We already gots thier money, whaddya they gon’ do?” He laughed, stretching, and beginning to walk down the scaffolding on the building. “Not like there is any betta’ sweeps”

“Ain’t dat the truth,” Spotlight chuckled, climbing down most of the way before doing a flip off of the last part and onto the ground. Expo shook his head at Spotlight’s action. “Girl ya betta be careful. One day yous gonna crack your head open.” Spotlight just laughed and shook her head. She turned to Butch and asked, “So can we head home now?”

Butch also tried the flip trick, only failing. He wasn’t hurt, but he stood up and did something simaler to a dab for comedic effect. “We'se gonna pick up Flicker. Follow the leader!” He laughed, leading them to the building Flicker was working in. They went up to the top, where they saw Flicker climb up her chimney, coughing an sputtering as if she accidently inhaled a ton of carbon

“Flicka’! Be careful!” Butch said, helping her up and rubbing her back gently as she coughed

She coughed a few more times before taking a deep breath. “I’s fine, i’s fine.” They all proceeded to climb down carefully. “So Butch,” Spotlight started, “Anyone else we need to go pick up in the area?”

“Flicka’ rememba’. In through ya’ mouth, and out through ya mouth. Short Breaths, Short breaths. Rosebud’s gonna kick ya’ ass in tha’ afterlife.” Butch commented.

“Nah, nobody else. ‘Da rest of the guys already finished”

Spotlight nodded, “Alright.” She looked around at all of her wonderful friends and family. Her glance lingered slightly on Flicker but not long enough for her to notice, and hopefully not long enough for anyone else in the group to notice either. “Butch, it alright if I ‘ead ova to the theatre now?”

“‘Course ya’ can, what kinda’ question is ‘dat?” He smiled softly and bent over a little to pick her up and spin her around, hugging her tightly. “You’re my favorite lil’ sis eva’.” He said.

“I’m your only little sister.” She replied matter-of-factly.

“Well, ‘den that makes ya’ tha’ best lil’ sis in the whole wide world.” He pushed her hair off her forehead. “And push ya’ hair back, ya’ look like one of ‘dose dogs with the hair coverin’ their eyes.”

Spotlight rolled her eyes, “Whateva ya say, Butch.” She took her hair band and threw her hair up into a messy bun. “"Right I’m off, then. Ya can come to the show if ya like.”

Butch grabbed her and hugged her tightly. “I love yaaaaaaaaa’” he drawled sweetly, kissing her forehead. “I’ll be there wit’ NJ.”

NJ also went up to hug her, making a small. “Ah man.” Butch started, “I would work wit’ a bad guy to keep you both safe and happy.”

Spotlight laughed, “I love ya both. An’ I’ll see ya both later.” She gave them both a kiss on the cheek and turned to the rest of the group. “See y'all later!”

There was a small wave of: ‘See ya, Spottie!’ And ‘Later Spotlight!’ Amoungst the group. As she left, NJ continued walking, when suddenly, there was a small tap on his shoulder.

There stood a boy with light brown hair and big round glasses, that he pushed up his nose as a nervous habit. “H-hi. 10¢ for a paper? Please? I gotta sell these by the end of the day.”

NJ, upon getting a single look at him, didn’t know what overcame him. The boy was adorable. A light NJ’s face turned pink.

10 cents for a paper? They only costed about 3 cents normally, but NJ pulled out a dollar and handed it to him. “O-O-Of c–course! T-Take this and k-eep the change!” He stuttered out.

The boy smiled widely and pushed his glasses up before taking the dollar. “Thank you, kindly. I’ll be on my way.” He gave him a final smile and began to walk away.

“H-H-Hey! Hold up! Hold ‘da phone!” He jogged over to him. “I didn’t catch ya’ name.” He said, hopefully. “I’ve also neva’ seen ya’ around ‘ere.”

“That’s because I didn’t throw it.” The boy replied, sticking his hands in his pockets. “What’s yours?” He didn’t answer NJ’s other question because he didn’t want to talk about the fact that he had been kicked out of his house.

NJ couldn’t help it. He actually laughed at the lame joke. He snorted and tried to cover his mouth and nose with his hand to muffle the sounds. He sighed. “Sorry, i'se a sucka’ for jokes like ‘dat.” He stood up straight and help out a hand to shake. “Kids call me NJ.”

The boy giggled, “Nice to meet you, NJ. Now if you’ll excuse me, I do need to finish sleeping these papers.”

NJ pulled out 10 dollars. “I’ll buy em’ off from ya’.”

“Oh no… you don’t have to. Besides, what would you even do with them.” The boy said, shaking his head at the offer.

“Almost winta’. Fires, and my brotha’s could use em’ for craftin’.” He stated. “Please, ya’ need tha’ money, and we could use those papes for anythin’.” NJ was desperate for even a little bit of time.

The boy looked down, and sighed. “Alright.” He handed the papers to NJ and took the money. “You’re kinda cute anyway…” he murmured very quietly.

NJ heard him. He paused for a moment, before smiling sweetly and taking a notecard out of his pocket, along with a small pencil, as he jotted down his name and number, handing it to him, looking down with a blush on his face.

“If ya’ interested… you'se pretty adorable ya'self…”

“O-oh…” the boy flushed bright red and took the card, his hand shaking slightly. He stuck the card in his pocket and pushed his glasses up once again before looking down at the ground. “I’m Fletcher, by the way.” He murmured.

“Dat’s a wonderful name ya’ don’t hear often.” NJ said smoothly. “Wanna go out for coffee sometime?” He paused. “Am I comin’ off too strong, or are we both awkward messes?”

Fletcher shrugged, “Awkward messes… but yeah… I’d like that.” He looked up and gave NJ and small, cute smile.

NJ’s heart nearly burst from the smile as Fletcher could visibly see him mentally take a moment. “Y-Ya’ have a gorgeous smile….”

Fletcher blushed bright red and brought a hand up to cover his face. “Thank you.” He muttered, a small smile still on his face.

“H-H-Hey, are ya’ the sun?” He paused. “Because you brighten up even ‘da darkest days.”

Butch took action. “Hey lovedove! We gots things ta’ do and people ta’ see!”

Fletcher laughed but took a step back. “I’ll let you get back to your friends. Thanks for buying my papers. See you around?”

“I’ll see ya’, Fletch.” He gave him one last smile as he walked away. NJ walked back over with his arms up a little in victory. “Winner.” He announced

Butch shook his head at NJ, “Yous ridiculous. But he was kinda cute, so I understand. When ya meetin’ up next?”

“Meetin’ up for coffee lata’” he grinned cockily, stretching. “I’m payin’, obviously. ‘Cause when ya’ wanna charm a guy, ya’ gotta buy ‘im stuff before ya’ take ‘im ta’ bed.” He joked

“Alright Romeo, time for ya’ to take a cold shower.” Peppermint laughed, shoving him gently

NJ laughed, “'Ey, I’m sure you’d do da same thing.” He gave Peppermint a joking wink.

“Fuckin’ nasty.” Peppermint laughed. “What even is romance? I ain’t sure. I neva’ felt it.”

They arrived to the house. A large thing they bought a long time ago. Butch kept the outside beautiful, as it was decorated with flowers and vines going up the house. The front yard, was a grove of trees that protected the spirits of the sweeps who passed away

It was around 4:30pm and Fletcher was sitting on the couch at the place where the newsboys stayed. He was staring at the phone with NJ’s number in his hand. Finally he dialed the number wondering who would pick up.

The phone rang and Butch picked up, expecting a call from the doctor’s. “Chimney Sweep House, Butch speakin’. Look doc, I know I owe’s ya about sixty grand-” he started

“Um… no… is NJ there?” Fletcher asked nervously.

“Oh, fuck, ya’ NJ’s new doll. Sorry bout’ dat’.” He replied. “Here, lemme get ‘im.” He paused. “NJ YA BOYFRIEND IS ON ‘DA OTHER LINE.” He shouted teasingly

NJ picked up. “H-Heya Fletcher.” He sighed sweetly. “Sorry bout’ my family, they'se a bit rowdy.”

Fletcher was blushing on the other end of the line. “It’s… It’s fine. So um… How are you?” He spoke nervously.

“I'se pretty good. Got all ‘da charcoal offa’ me, so I don’t look like I crawled outta a chimney.” He said. “What about you? Anywhere in particular ya’ wanna meet.”

Butch listened in on the other line

“I-I’m good.” Fletcher replied, “Um… there’s nowhere that comes to mind. Where would you like to meet?”

“‘Dere’s a really nice cafe on ‘da end of town. Wanna’ meet ‘dere?” He asked, also blushing lightly

Butch brought Peppermint into the listening mess

Fletcher nodded as he played with the sleeve of his sweater. “Yeah. Would 5:30 be okay?”

“Poi'fect.” He said. “W-Would ya’ also be int'rested in havin’ dinner at my place?” He stuttered out. He was laying on his bed like a teenage girl was.

Expo was now in on the evesdropping.

Fletcher's eyes widened, dinner? They barely knew each other... He fidgeted nervously and push his glasses up. “Um... I don't know if I can tonight, but maybe... another night?”

Orphans of Boston

// @spotlightqueenofboston

In a year not too long ago, and yet so long ago, you could hear the whistling of chimney sweeps throughout the streets. The songs that they sang, the conversations they had when they rested thier head on the edge of a chimney after a long day’s work.

They were a rag-tag group of misfits who had one thing in common, they were left behind by a family who didn’t love them, and they now lived together as a family. Though they were friends, they were never too horribly close. Until one day, all of that was about to change.

“AY BUTCH!” Peaches yelled when he popped his head out of the chimney he was working in. “YOURE A BIT SLOW TA'DAY! WHAT GIVES?” He clambered out of the chimney

Butch struggled to get up out of his chimney. “Can it, Peaches! I’m tired because ya’ll can’t sleep wit'out havin’ to make some kinds of noises ‘dat wake me up!”

“Yous both is slow!” Spotlight called from where she was perched on the edge of a chimney casually eating an apple. “Butch, didya not have ya mornin’ coffee?”

“‘Course I did!” He replied. “Jus’ ‘dat coffee only get ya’ so far when ya’ are cleaning a long ass chimney that’s hard ta’ clean!” He replied, stretching.

NJ climbed out of his chimney. “Long and Hard!” He laughed. “Spotlight, are ya’ eatin’ an apple? Ain’t that covered with dust and charcoal an’ stuff?”

“I wiped it off, calm youself. I ain’t gon eat no dirty apple.” Spotlight replied in a nonchalant manner. She hopped over to Butch’s chimney carefully and asked, “'Ow many more do we got today?”

“We gots…” he paused, then smiled. “Actually, we’d done for tah'day!” He rolled out his shoulders. “Now all we gotta’ do…” he turned twords Expo’s chimney, and spoke loud enough for Expo to hear. “Is wait for Expo ta’ finish his goddamn chimney!” He laughed

“'Ey! Give me a minute, ya hear.” Expo called in a jokingly frustrated manner. It only took a minute longer before Expo climbed out of the chimney. “Could ya be more impatient, Butch?” He asked, jumping over to the rest of them.

“Hey, ya’ actually do a good job! We already gots thier money, whaddya they gon’ do?” He laughed, stretching, and beginning to walk down the scaffolding on the building. “Not like there is any betta’ sweeps”

“Ain’t dat the truth,” Spotlight chuckled, climbing down most of the way before doing a flip off of the last part and onto the ground. Expo shook his head at Spotlight’s action. “Girl ya betta be careful. One day yous gonna crack your head open.” Spotlight just laughed and shook her head. She turned to Butch and asked, “So can we head home now?”

Butch also tried the flip trick, only failing. He wasn’t hurt, but he stood up and did something simaler to a dab for comedic effect. “We'se gonna pick up Flicker. Follow the leader!” He laughed, leading them to the building Flicker was working in. They went up to the top, where they saw Flicker climb up her chimney, coughing an sputtering as if she accidently inhaled a ton of carbon

“Flicka’! Be careful!” Butch said, helping her up and rubbing her back gently as she coughed

She coughed a few more times before taking a deep breath. “I’s fine, i’s fine.” They all proceeded to climb down carefully. “So Butch,” Spotlight started, “Anyone else we need to go pick up in the area?”

“Flicka’ rememba’. In through ya’ mouth, and out through ya mouth. Short Breaths, Short breaths. Rosebud’s gonna kick ya’ ass in tha’ afterlife.” Butch commented.

“Nah, nobody else. ‘Da rest of the guys already finished”

Spotlight nodded, “Alright.” She looked around at all of her wonderful friends and family. Her glance lingered slightly on Flicker but not long enough for her to notice, and hopefully not long enough for anyone else in the group to notice either. “Butch, it alright if I ‘ead ova to the theatre now?”

“‘Course ya’ can, what kinda’ question is ‘dat?” He smiled softly and bent over a little to pick her up and spin her around, hugging her tightly. “You’re my favorite lil’ sis eva’.” He said.

“I’m your only little sister.” She replied matter-of-factly.

“Well, ‘den that makes ya’ tha’ best lil’ sis in the whole wide world.” He pushed her hair off her forehead. “And push ya’ hair back, ya’ look like one of ‘dose dogs with the hair coverin’ their eyes.”

Spotlight rolled her eyes, “Whateva ya say, Butch.” She took her hair band and threw her hair up into a messy bun. “"Right I’m off, then. Ya can come to the show if ya like.”

Butch grabbed her and hugged her tightly. “I love yaaaaaaaaa’” he drawled sweetly, kissing her forehead. “I’ll be there wit’ NJ.”

NJ also went up to hug her, making a small. “Ah man.” Butch started, “I would work wit’ a bad guy to keep you both safe and happy.”

Spotlight laughed, “I love ya both. An’ I’ll see ya both later.” She gave them both a kiss on the cheek and turned to the rest of the group. “See y'all later!”

There was a small wave of: ‘See ya, Spottie!’ And ‘Later Spotlight!’ Amoungst the group. As she left, NJ continued walking, when suddenly, there was a small tap on his shoulder.

There stood a boy with light brown hair and big round glasses, that he pushed up his nose as a nervous habit. “H-hi. 10¢ for a paper? Please? I gotta sell these by the end of the day.”

NJ, upon getting a single look at him, didn’t know what overcame him. The boy was adorable. A light NJ’s face turned pink.

10 cents for a paper? They only costed about 3 cents normally, but NJ pulled out a dollar and handed it to him. “O-O-Of c–course! T-Take this and k-eep the change!” He stuttered out.

The boy smiled widely and pushed his glasses up before taking the dollar. “Thank you, kindly. I’ll be on my way.” He gave him a final smile and began to walk away.

“H-H-Hey! Hold up! Hold ‘da phone!” He jogged over to him. “I didn’t catch ya’ name.” He said, hopefully. “I’ve also neva’ seen ya’ around ‘ere.”

“That’s because I didn’t throw it.” The boy replied, sticking his hands in his pockets. “What’s yours?” He didn’t answer NJ’s other question because he didn’t want to talk about the fact that he had been kicked out of his house.

NJ couldn’t help it. He actually laughed at the lame joke. He snorted and tried to cover his mouth and nose with his hand to muffle the sounds. He sighed. “Sorry, i'se a sucka’ for jokes like ‘dat.” He stood up straight and help out a hand to shake. “Kids call me NJ.”

The boy giggled, “Nice to meet you, NJ. Now if you’ll excuse me, I do need to finish sleeping these papers.”

NJ pulled out 10 dollars. “I’ll buy em’ off from ya’.”

“Oh no… you don’t have to. Besides, what would you even do with them.” The boy said, shaking his head at the offer.

“Almost winta’. Fires, and my brotha’s could use em’ for craftin’.” He stated. “Please, ya’ need tha’ money, and we could use those papes for anythin’.” NJ was desperate for even a little bit of time.

The boy looked down, and sighed. “Alright.” He handed the papers to NJ and took the money. “You’re kinda cute anyway…” he murmured very quietly.

NJ heard him. He paused for a moment, before smiling sweetly and taking a notecard out of his pocket, along with a small pencil, as he jotted down his name and number, handing it to him, looking down with a blush on his face.

“If ya’ interested… you'se pretty adorable ya'self…”

“O-oh…” the boy flushed bright red and took the card, his hand shaking slightly. He stuck the card in his pocket and pushed his glasses up once again before looking down at the ground. “I’m Fletcher, by the way.” He murmured.

“Dat’s a wonderful name ya’ don’t hear often.” NJ said smoothly. “Wanna go out for coffee sometime?” He paused. “Am I comin’ off too strong, or are we both awkward messes?”

Fletcher shrugged, “Awkward messes… but yeah… I’d like that.” He looked up and gave NJ and small, cute smile.

NJ’s heart nearly burst from the smile as Fletcher could visibly see him mentally take a moment. “Y-Ya’ have a gorgeous smile….”

Fletcher blushed bright red and brought a hand up to cover his face. “Thank you.” He muttered, a small smile still on his face.

“H-H-Hey, are ya’ the sun?” He paused. “Because you brighten up even ‘da darkest days.”

Butch took action. “Hey lovedove! We gots things ta’ do and people ta’ see!”

Fletcher laughed but took a step back. “I’ll let you get back to your friends. Thanks for buying my papers. See you around?”

“I’ll see ya’, Fletch.” He gave him one last smile as he walked away. NJ walked back over with his arms up a little in victory. “Winner.” He announced

Butch shook his head at NJ, “Yous ridiculous. But he was kinda cute, so I understand. When ya meetin’ up next?”

“Meetin’ up for coffee lata’” he grinned cockily, stretching. “I’m payin’, obviously. ‘Cause when ya’ wanna charm a guy, ya’ gotta buy ‘im stuff before ya’ take ‘im ta’ bed.” He joked

“Alright Romeo, time for ya’ to take a cold shower.” Peppermint laughed, shoving him gently

NJ laughed, “'Ey, I’m sure you’d do da same thing.” He gave Peppermint a joking wink.

“Fuckin’ nasty.” Peppermint laughed. “What even is romance? I ain’t sure. I neva’ felt it.”

They arrived to the house. A large thing they bought a long time ago. Butch kept the outside beautiful, as it was decorated with flowers and vines going up the house. The front yard, was a grove of trees that protected the spirits of the sweeps who passed away

It was around 4:30pm and Fletcher was sitting on the couch at the place where the newsboys stayed. He was staring at the phone with NJ’s number in his hand. Finally he dialed the number wondering who would pick up.

The phone rang and Butch picked up, expecting a call from the doctor’s. “Chimney Sweep House, Butch speakin’. Look doc, I know I owe’s ya about sixty grand-” he started

“Um… no… is NJ there?” Fletcher asked nervously.

“Oh, fuck, ya’ NJ’s new doll. Sorry bout’ dat’.” He replied. “Here, lemme get ‘im.” He paused. “NJ YA BOYFRIEND IS ON ‘DA OTHER LINE.” He shouted teasingly

NJ picked up. “H-Heya Fletcher.” He sighed sweetly. “Sorry bout’ my family, they'se a bit rowdy.”

Fletcher was blushing on the other end of the line. “It’s… It’s fine. So um… How are you?” He spoke nervously.

“I'se pretty good. Got all ‘da charcoal offa’ me, so I don’t look like I crawled outta a chimney.” He said. “What about you? Anywhere in particular ya’ wanna meet.”

Butch listened in on the other line

“I-I’m good.” Fletcher replied, “Um… there’s nowhere that comes to mind. Where would you like to meet?”

“‘Dere’s a really nice cafe on 'da end of town. Wanna’ meet 'dere?” He asked, also blushing lightly

Butch brought Peppermint into the listening mess

Fletcher nodded as he played with the sleeve of his sweater. “Yeah. Would 5:30 be okay?”

Orphans of Boston

// @spotlightqueenofboston

In a year not too long ago, and yet so long ago, you could hear the whistling of chimney sweeps throughout the streets. The songs that they sang, the conversations they had when they rested thier head on the edge of a chimney after a long day’s work.

They were a rag-tag group of misfits who had one thing in common, they were left behind by a family who didn’t love them, and they now lived together as a family. Though they were friends, they were never too horribly close. Until one day, all of that was about to change.

“AY BUTCH!” Peaches yelled when he popped his head out of the chimney he was working in. “YOURE A BIT SLOW TA'DAY! WHAT GIVES?” He clambered out of the chimney

Butch struggled to get up out of his chimney. “Can it, Peaches! I’m tired because ya’ll can’t sleep wit'out havin’ to make some kinds of noises ‘dat wake me up!”

“Yous both is slow!” Spotlight called from where she was perched on the edge of a chimney casually eating an apple. “Butch, didya not have ya mornin’ coffee?”

“‘Course I did!” He replied. “Jus’ ‘dat coffee only get ya’ so far when ya’ are cleaning a long ass chimney that’s hard ta’ clean!” He replied, stretching.

NJ climbed out of his chimney. “Long and Hard!” He laughed. “Spotlight, are ya’ eatin’ an apple? Ain’t that covered with dust and charcoal an’ stuff?”

“I wiped it off, calm youself. I ain’t gon eat no dirty apple.” Spotlight replied in a nonchalant manner. She hopped over to Butch’s chimney carefully and asked, “'Ow many more do we got today?”

“We gots…” he paused, then smiled. “Actually, we’d done for tah'day!” He rolled out his shoulders. “Now all we gotta’ do…” he turned twords Expo’s chimney, and spoke loud enough for Expo to hear. “Is wait for Expo ta’ finish his goddamn chimney!” He laughed

“'Ey! Give me a minute, ya hear.” Expo called in a jokingly frustrated manner. It only took a minute longer before Expo climbed out of the chimney. “Could ya be more impatient, Butch?” He asked, jumping over to the rest of them.

“Hey, ya’ actually do a good job! We already gots thier money, whaddya they gon’ do?” He laughed, stretching, and beginning to walk down the scaffolding on the building. “Not like there is any betta’ sweeps”

“Ain’t dat the truth,” Spotlight chuckled, climbing down most of the way before doing a flip off of the last part and onto the ground. Expo shook his head at Spotlight’s action. “Girl ya betta be careful. One day yous gonna crack your head open.” Spotlight just laughed and shook her head. She turned to Butch and asked, “So can we head home now?”

Butch also tried the flip trick, only failing. He wasn’t hurt, but he stood up and did something simaler to a dab for comedic effect. “We'se gonna pick up Flicker. Follow the leader!” He laughed, leading them to the building Flicker was working in. They went up to the top, where they saw Flicker climb up her chimney, coughing an sputtering as if she accidently inhaled a ton of carbon

“Flicka’! Be careful!” Butch said, helping her up and rubbing her back gently as she coughed

She coughed a few more times before taking a deep breath. “I’s fine, i’s fine.” They all proceeded to climb down carefully. “So Butch,” Spotlight started, “Anyone else we need to go pick up in the area?”

“Flicka’ rememba’. In through ya’ mouth, and out through ya mouth. Short Breaths, Short breaths. Rosebud’s gonna kick ya’ ass in tha’ afterlife.” Butch commented.

“Nah, nobody else. ‘Da rest of the guys already finished”

Spotlight nodded, “Alright.” She looked around at all of her wonderful friends and family. Her glance lingered slightly on Flicker but not long enough for her to notice, and hopefully not long enough for anyone else in the group to notice either. “Butch, it alright if I ‘ead ova to the theatre now?”

“‘Course ya’ can, what kinda’ question is ‘dat?” He smiled softly and bent over a little to pick her up and spin her around, hugging her tightly. “You’re my favorite lil’ sis eva’.” He said.

“I’m your only little sister.” She replied matter-of-factly.

“Well, ‘den that makes ya’ tha’ best lil’ sis in the whole wide world.” He pushed her hair off her forehead. “And push ya’ hair back, ya’ look like one of ‘dose dogs with the hair coverin’ their eyes.”

Spotlight rolled her eyes, “Whateva ya say, Butch.” She took her hair band and threw her hair up into a messy bun. “"Right I’m off, then. Ya can come to the show if ya like.”

Butch grabbed her and hugged her tightly. “I love yaaaaaaaaa’” he drawled sweetly, kissing her forehead. “I’ll be there wit’ NJ.”

NJ also went up to hug her, making a small. “Ah man.” Butch started, “I would work wit’ a bad guy to keep you both safe and happy.”

Spotlight laughed, “I love ya both. An’ I’ll see ya both later.” She gave them both a kiss on the cheek and turned to the rest of the group. “See y'all later!”

There was a small wave of: ‘See ya, Spottie!’ And ‘Later Spotlight!’ Amoungst the group. As she left, NJ continued walking, when suddenly, there was a small tap on his shoulder.

There stood a boy with light brown hair and big round glasses, that he pushed up his nose as a nervous habit. “H-hi. 10¢ for a paper? Please? I gotta sell these by the end of the day.”

NJ, upon getting a single look at him, didn’t know what overcame him. The boy was adorable. A light NJ’s face turned pink.

10 cents for a paper? They only costed about 3 cents normally, but NJ pulled out a dollar and handed it to him. “O-O-Of c–course! T-Take this and k-eep the change!” He stuttered out.

The boy smiled widely and pushed his glasses up before taking the dollar. “Thank you, kindly. I’ll be on my way.” He gave him a final smile and began to walk away.

“H-H-Hey! Hold up! Hold ‘da phone!” He jogged over to him. “I didn’t catch ya’ name.” He said, hopefully. “I’ve also neva’ seen ya’ around ‘ere.”

“That’s because I didn’t throw it.” The boy replied, sticking his hands in his pockets. “What’s yours?” He didn’t answer NJ’s other question because he didn’t want to talk about the fact that he had been kicked out of his house.

NJ couldn’t help it. He actually laughed at the lame joke. He snorted and tried to cover his mouth and nose with his hand to muffle the sounds. He sighed. “Sorry, i'se a sucka’ for jokes like ‘dat.” He stood up straight and help out a hand to shake. “Kids call me NJ.”

The boy giggled, “Nice to meet you, NJ. Now if you’ll excuse me, I do need to finish sleeping these papers.”

NJ pulled out 10 dollars. “I’ll buy em’ off from ya’.”

“Oh no… you don’t have to. Besides, what would you even do with them.” The boy said, shaking his head at the offer.

“Almost winta’. Fires, and my brotha’s could use em’ for craftin’.” He stated. “Please, ya’ need tha’ money, and we could use those papes for anythin’.” NJ was desperate for even a little bit of time.

The boy looked down, and sighed. “Alright.” He handed the papers to NJ and took the money. “You’re kinda cute anyway…” he murmured very quietly.

NJ heard him. He paused for a moment, before smiling sweetly and taking a notecard out of his pocket, along with a small pencil, as he jotted down his name and number, handing it to him, looking down with a blush on his face.

“If ya’ interested… you'se pretty adorable ya'self…”

“O-oh…” the boy flushed bright red and took the card, his hand shaking slightly. He stuck the card in his pocket and pushed his glasses up once again before looking down at the ground. “I’m Fletcher, by the way.” He murmured.

“Dat’s a wonderful name ya’ don’t hear often.” NJ said smoothly. “Wanna go out for coffee sometime?” He paused. “Am I comin’ off too strong, or are we both awkward messes?”

Fletcher shrugged, “Awkward messes… but yeah… I’d like that.” He looked up and gave NJ and small, cute smile.

NJ’s heart nearly burst from the smile as Fletcher could visibly see him mentally take a moment. “Y-Ya’ have a gorgeous smile….”

Fletcher blushed bright red and brought a hand up to cover his face. “Thank you.” He muttered, a small smile still on his face.

“H-H-Hey, are ya’ the sun?” He paused. “Because you brighten up even ‘da darkest days.”

Butch took action. “Hey lovedove! We gots things ta’ do and people ta’ see!”

Fletcher laughed but took a step back. “I’ll let you get back to your friends. Thanks for buying my papers. See you around?”

“I’ll see ya’, Fletch.” He gave him one last smile as he walked away. NJ walked back over with his arms up a little in victory. “Winner.” He announced

Butch shook his head at NJ, “Yous ridiculous. But he was kinda cute, so I understand. When ya meetin’ up next?”

“Meetin’ up for coffee lata’” he grinned cockily, stretching. “I’m payin’, obviously. ‘Cause when ya’ wanna charm a guy, ya’ gotta buy ‘im stuff before ya’ take ‘im ta’ bed.” He joked

“Alright Romeo, time for ya’ to take a cold shower.” Peppermint laughed, shoving him gently

NJ laughed, “'Ey, I’m sure you’d do da same thing.” He gave Peppermint a joking wink.

“Fuckin’ nasty.” Peppermint laughed. “What even is romance? I ain’t sure. I neva’ felt it.”

They arrived to the house. A large thing they bought a long time ago. Butch kept the outside beautiful, as it was decorated with flowers and vines going up the house. The front yard, was a grove of trees that protected the spirits of the sweeps who passed away

It was around 4:30pm and Fletcher was sitting on the couch at the place where the newsboys stayed. He was staring at the phone with NJ’s number in his hand. Finally he dialed the number wondering who would pick up.

The phone rang and Butch picked up, expecting a call from the doctor’s. “Chimney Sweep House, Butch speakin’. Look doc, I know I owe’s ya about sixty grand-” he started

“Um… no… is NJ there?” Fletcher asked nervously.

“Oh, fuck, ya’ NJ’s new doll. Sorry bout’ dat’.” He replied. “Here, lemme get ‘im.” He paused. “NJ YA BOYFRIEND IS ON ‘DA OTHER LINE.” He shouted teasingly

NJ picked up. “H-Heya Fletcher.” He sighed sweetly. “Sorry bout’ my family, they'se a bit rowdy.”

Fletcher was blushing on the other end of the line. “It’s… It’s fine. So um… How are you?” He spoke nervously.

“I'se pretty good. Got all ‘da charcoal offa’ me, so I don’t look like I crawled outta a chimney.” He said. “What about you? Anywhere in particular ya’ wanna meet.”

Butch listened in on the other line

“I-I'm good.” Fletcher replied, “Um... there's nowhere that comes to mind. Where would you like to meet?”

Orphans of Boston

// @spotlightqueenofboston

In a year not too long ago, and yet so long ago, you could hear the whistling of chimney sweeps throughout the streets. The songs that they sang, the conversations they had when they rested thier head on the edge of a chimney after a long day’s work.

They were a rag-tag group of misfits who had one thing in common, they were left behind by a family who didn’t love them, and they now lived together as a family. Though they were friends, they were never too horribly close. Until one day, all of that was about to change.

“AY BUTCH!” Peaches yelled when he popped his head out of the chimney he was working in. “YOURE A BIT SLOW TA'DAY! WHAT GIVES?” He clambered out of the chimney

Butch struggled to get up out of his chimney. “Can it, Peaches! I’m tired because ya’ll can’t sleep wit'out havin’ to make some kinds of noises ‘dat wake me up!”

“Yous both is slow!” Spotlight called from where she was perched on the edge of a chimney casually eating an apple. “Butch, didya not have ya mornin’ coffee?”

“‘Course I did!” He replied. “Jus’ ‘dat coffee only get ya’ so far when ya’ are cleaning a long ass chimney that’s hard ta’ clean!” He replied, stretching.

NJ climbed out of his chimney. “Long and Hard!” He laughed. “Spotlight, are ya’ eatin’ an apple? Ain’t that covered with dust and charcoal an’ stuff?”

“I wiped it off, calm youself. I ain’t gon eat no dirty apple.” Spotlight replied in a nonchalant manner. She hopped over to Butch’s chimney carefully and asked, “'Ow many more do we got today?”

“We gots…” he paused, then smiled. “Actually, we’d done for tah'day!” He rolled out his shoulders. “Now all we gotta’ do…” he turned twords Expo’s chimney, and spoke loud enough for Expo to hear. “Is wait for Expo ta’ finish his goddamn chimney!” He laughed