N7MIH- Spot Conlon

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-Modern

(Y/N) POV

I reached into the hat. I felt my fingers close around an oddly shaped item. It was cold and smooth, with engravings on it. I pulled it out. It was an old brass key. I looked up and immediately made eye contact with Spot Conlon, my best friend since diapers. It was his key, the one that he often wore on a chain around his neck. I was having mixed feelings about this. Sure, I'd always harbored a bit of a crush on him, but we were best friends. I didn't want to ruin that. I was brought out of my thoughts by Sarah yanking me over to the closet. Spot was being dragged by Hotshot.(a/n: I love Hotshot and Spot's bff relationship) "In ya go!" Sarah cheerfully shoved me into the pitch black room. I heard a thump as Spot received the same treatment from his right hand man. 

"Ha ha, you'se real funny, Hotshot," Spot grumbled. The door closed and I could feel myself dying inside. I was stuck in a closet with my crush. Great. Fun times.

"Well, this is awkward..." I huffed.

"Tell me about it. Not only does my best friend leave me, he abandons me in a closet wit my crush and expects me ta tell 'em I like 'em! I can't tell you'se dat I like you'se!" he ranted.

"Uh, I think...you just did," I pointed out. He registered that fact and blushed.

"Dammit!" he whined, "I wanted ta be cool about it!"

"Well, if you like me...and I like you, does that mean I can do this?"  I leaned in and kissed him. He instantly kissed back. Just then, the door opened and we could hear hoots and hollers.

"GET SOME, SPOT!" Hotshot called. Spot flicked him off. We pulled apart laughing.

"So, will you'se be my goil?" he asked.

"Yeah, Spot. I'se'll be your goil," I grinned.

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