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3rd Person

The thunder roared as the boys began to fall asleep. It didn't take long for the sound sleepers to fall in a deep sleep ignoring the sounds of the thunderstorms.

Blaire, or Pipes as the boys call her, clutched her blanket, pulling it over her head as a small whimper escaped her lips while the thunder sounded again and again.

For Blaire's entire life, she has had a fear of thunderstorms, so even though she's exhausted from selling papers all day, she couldn't sleep nor stop her trembling hands from grabbing hold of her pillow.

Bumlets tossed and turned on the top bunk above Blaire, trying to ignore her whimpers. He held his pillow over his ears as he closed his eyes. As the lightening strikes, he could still hear her small cries.

"Pipes," he whispers as if he could wake up the boys with his voice. However, everyone else was sleeping like a rock.

"Yeah?" she whispers back.

"Can ya quiet down?" he asks as more of a demand in a not-so-friendly way. He was aggravated, frustrated, and extremely tired which added up to a cranky Bumlets.

"I'm tryin', but I can't help it," she explains. "Can ya sleep wit me?" she questions quietly. He sighs and mumbles a small 'suah' before climbing down and next to her.

"How come dey call ya Pipes?" Bumlets asks realizing he knew nothing about the girl he was laying next to.

"'Cause I like ta sing. My dream is ta be a preformah," she explains. "I'm not dat good though," she adds.

"I'm suah ya great," he assures her before more thunder cracked. She jumped as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to him. "So, what made ya become a newsie?" he began the conversation after a few moments of listening to the thunderstorm.

"My fathah left my mothah when she was pregnant for me, so my mothah moved ta Brooklyn. I lived in an apartment in Brooklyn. Den when da fevah swept through New York, my mothah died. Rather dan movin' ta Oregon wit my uncle, I moved ta Manhattan and became a newsie," she tells him. For some reason, she felt like she could tell him anything.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes for bringing it up.

"It's okay. I'm fine now. I'm in a bettah place," she replies.

"How come ya didn't move in wit ya uncle?" Bumlets questions.

"Oregon is across da country, and I don't think I'd be happy dere," she answers.

"Are ya happy heah?" she nods as she rests her head against his chest. Her eyelids became heavy as did his. As she layed there with Bumlets, the thunder seemed to quiet down and all she could hear was his steady heartbeat.

Soon, they both fell asleep, tangled in each other's grasp, and it couldn't have been more perfect.