gimme something sweet - peep -

[drifter]

| peep - 1. 6 . 1 - "my strongest suit" aida - wearing |

Drifter brushed a bit of dirt off her skirt as she walked off the ferry on Staten Island. Now, it wasn't often that she visited the borough, but she was in the mood for something sweet. And she had saved up some money to get some chocolate at Annie's. So it only made sense for her to go to Staten that day…besides, nothing much was happening in Harlem anyway, her plans were dragging in the mud.

And Peep might've had something to do with it…A little bit. Oh, who was she kidding? She was hoping to stop by the lodging house after getting her sweets. It was wrong, she knew that. She was with Colonel, and that was that. She liked him…she liked him a lot. But even so, it would be nice to see Peep again.

Drift slipped into the sweet shop quietly, a small smile on her lips as she looked around it.

[Peep]

| drifter - 1. 8. 8. |

Peep leaned against the counter, his back to the display case. He smiled at the little kid and slipped the boy a piece of taffy. So what if the boy's mother had said no? Peep grinned at him and ruffled his hair playfully. He smiled as the boy scampered off toward his waiting mother. She took his hand and led him out the front door. Peep followed the small family with his eyes and as he looked up, his eyes found a face he had dreamed about countless times. It seemed every time he closed his eyes, her face was there.

Drifter.

Peep grinned despite himself. He pushed away from the counter and wound his way through the crowd. He found himself next to Drifter rather quickly. He smiled and touched her arm. "Drifter? Looking for anything in particular?" He asked quietly so the other customers would not hear him. He smiled at her. "Remember me?" He asked. He certainly hoped she did. "I... Stop me if this sounds weird, but... I missed you." He admitted, grinning sheepishly. Oh how he had missed her...

[drifter]

| peep - 1. 8 . 0 - "every story is a love story" aida - wearing |

Drifter gasped and whipped around when his voice drifted into her mind and a hand brushed against her arm. She couldn't believe it was really him for a moment, and she stared at him, smiling in shock. Once she got her bearings back she spoke like she'd lost her breath.

"Peep!"

She hadn't expected to find him in Annie's, she'd planned to stroll past the Staten lodging house and drop by, saying she'd been in the neighborhood. This derailed her plans a bit, but she didn't mind. Drift grinned at him and nodded, signifying that she remembered him. How could she forget him? "I was looking for something sweet." she said softly, giving him a small smirk. She then blushed and brushed some of her hair behind her ears.

"It's not weird," Drifter whispered, "I kinda' missed ya too."

She blushed again, she had really missed him, and she'd sometimes thought about doing this before, but she'd always chickened out. Now she was wishing she'd sucked it up earlier.

[Peep]

Peep smiled at her. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined she would be here. In Annie's. He never usually came here, but he had wanted to pick up candy for his newsies, to ease tensions. He figured what with Doll getting kidnapped, the thieves and pickpockets growing, and Missy's pregnancy, they would all need a little something to take their minds of things. But he had to be careful, if he added in the money he spent on the Entertainer's cane, he would not have much after the candy. Maybe enough for a couple days worth of dessert after dinner, but only maybe.

In response, he grinned and said, "Drifter!" He laughed. "Looking for something sweet?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I think you came to the right place." He said, gesturing to the walls of candy. "What do you prefer? Chocolates, taffy, blonde?" He asked. He could not help but put that in there. He smiled. "Just joking." He said.

Peep looked surprised at her reply. "You missed me?" He asked, quite astonished. "Really? You, Drifter, missed me, Peep?" He asked. "Maybe we should start over... I'm tired of everyone seeing me as a leader, a puppetmaster." He held out his hand, smiling easily, "Hey, my name's Nicholas Schyuler." He nodded. "Nice to make your... aquaintence?" He asked, uncertain. "Or does a fling make you more then aquaintences? 'Cause I'm not really good with this stuff..."

| Drifter - 2. 5. 1. |

[drifter]

| peep - 2 . 2 . 6 - "dream a little dream" kevin mchale - wearing |

Drifter blushed and glanced at a display of candy nearby. She turned to look more closely at it while keeping an eye on Peep. She gently trailed a finger over a few different types of sweets while he spoke, bending over a little to get a good look. When he said 'blonde', however, her blush returned and she straightened up. Drift turned to look at Peep only to have him say he was only joking.

A small part of her pouted mentally. Darn.

"Yeah, silly, I missed you," she teased, sweeping up a small package of taffy for herself. Her eyes locked onto Peep's outstretched hand once he offered it, she was almost confused. She didn't see him as only a leader, did he think that she did? Nevertheless, she placed her free hand in his and shook it cordially.

"Kelsey Morgan," Drifter replied, feeling heat rise up her neck and pour into her cheeks at his bringing up their fling. Their little day together on Staten after he'd swept her off her feet with that sweet smile of his…Drift, get a hold on yourself! Remember Colonel!

Oh God she was going to be in trouble. But she was leader, who cared?

"I guess we'd be friends…maybe?" Kelsey asked, sounding unsure of what she was saying.

[Peep]

Peep grinned. "Kelsey! That's a nice name. You should use that one." He chuckled. "Don't ask me how I got the name Peep. I don't know." He shrugged. "But I suppose you got yours because you don't stay in one place for too long, huh?" He asked quietly. "But you don't have to tell me. You don't have to tell me anything. I'm kind of surprised I didn't know your name before. I make it my business to know everything I can. Important or not, because even the smallest details can be of the greatest importance, right?"

He glanced around. "Like, the fact that you grabbed that kind of taffy. Even though it may not seem important, it could be really important if I ever need to buy you a present." He murmured. "Or the fact that you live in Harlem. That's just a small detail, but it's important at the same time. Because now I know where to send the flowers." He grinned. "But then again, I don't have to send anything, but if I ever want to, you know?"

Peep smiled. "Friends. I'd like that. Even though I might get in trouble for it, I don't mind. What's the use of being friends without a little bit of danger and suspicion?" He asked, his smile turning into a grin slowly. "See? Everything's vitally important."

| Drifter - 2. 4. 1. |

[drifter]

| peep - 3 . 0 . 2 - "dream a little dream" kevin mchale - wearing |

Drifter's smile was meek as Peep spoke, complimenting her name, though she wasn't a fan of it personally, and saying she should go by that instead. She didn't ask the reasoning behind his nickname, feeling it unnecessary. Her eyes lit with interest when he guessed why she was called Drifter. He was right, of course. She'd never stayed in the same home more than a month growing up. Even now she was sort of a drifter. She didn't really stick with the same crowd of people very long. But since she was leader now she was kind of stuck, and she was starting to hate it.

She was fighting with her boroughmates, Storm mainly. She attributed most of the shouting matches to her own fault. Her temper was easily lost around Harlem newsies. She used to be likable, though. She still was, in away, when she wasn't mad. Maybe if she ate taffy it'd make her sweeter, like the sugar would mix in with her demeanor. It was a foolish thought, but she couldn't help but wonder if it'd work.

Peep then said something about buying her a present, or sending her flowers, her mind was almost completely somewhere else so she couldn't catch every detail, but her cheeks were flushing. She turned her mind back to the conversation in time to listen to him talk about maybe getting in trouble for being friends with her. Harlem was still apparently the "bad" neighborhood of Manhattan. Drifter still saw it as a borough. And they weren't the worst, Ghost had just given them a horrible reputation.

"I guess you're right," she nodded, smiling softly. "Though I might like it if you sent me something sometime. It'd make me feel important."

[Peep]

Peep looked at her, wondering exactly where she had come from. He couldn't read her like he could read other people. Some where to easy, but the ones that were difficult tended to be more interesting. That is why he was drawn to Doll, Spot, mostly all of Brooklyn. They were very hard to read. Peep glanced at her and then looked away, he fiddled with a small box of chocolates before saying quietly, "Kelsey... Would you ever be willing to go out with me? I mean to dinner or something? At an actual resturant. Not Tibby's or anything. Like... High class?" Peep then flushed.

It was too forward of him, to shallow of him to assume a fancy resturant would win her over. But... He wanted her to feel as special as he saw her to be. It wasn't that he was trying to buy her, just trying to give her the very best he good. "I mean, you don't have to of course. I know about you and Colonel, but..." He shrugged. "I'm too stubborn and stupid to give up." He grinned at her, then his grin faded.

"Kelsey... You are very important to me." He said very seriously. "If I could, I think I would give you the moon. Or the stars. Anything. If you told me to jump off a bridge, I would. Just to have a chance to talk to you." He smiled wistfully. "But then again, I'm only a boy from Salem, Massachusetts. I'm only a professor's son. I have no business being with someone as wonderful as you." He handed her the small box of chocolate.

"Happy Monday." He said, then ran a hand through his blonde hair nervously, causing it to stand on end. He shrugged and looked at his shoes.