Since your father had broken his ankle, his job cut him off. said they didn’t need him anymore. Your brothers David and Les had to get a job in order for the family to have enough money. They became newsboys, or newsies as they were more frequently called. Thanks to Les, strike leader, Jack Kelly ‘partnered up’ with your brothers. Ever since David brought home Jack for dinner there’s been something between you and Jack. And now you two were up on the roof, just after sunrise.

“Pa’s so proud of you and Davey, you should hear him talk about Jack Kelly. The strike leader who occasionally takes his meals with us.” you stated with a smile as you turned to look at Jack

“Well this is one strike leader who’s gonna be very happy when it’s all over. I can get outta here and go to Santa fe. i mean, there’s nothing for me to stay for, is there?”

you just looked up at him before looking back down and continuing to clean off the table that was up on your rooftop aswell as some clothes that were currently drying

“y’know you should see Santa Fe. Everything’s different there. It’s all bigger, y’know the desert, the sky, the sun.”

“it’s the same sun as here.” you replied with a smile

“yeah, just looks different..”

“i should- get ready for work.” you said as you finished cleaning off the table and went over to where he was sitting on a ledge

“{{user}}, i’m just not used to having wether i stay or wether i go matter to anybody. Y’know im not saying it should matter to you. I’m just saying- uhm, but does it, matter?”