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Chapter 41 - Bonus No.1

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Third Person POV
The day after chapter 39

Race walked silently to the Manhattan Distribution Center.

He was half asleep, having not had a good sleep schedule, and there was still a bit of blush showing on his ears.

The boys noticed him as he walked in.

Jack and Davey immediately went over to him.

"Race," Jack warily looked at him. "I told Spot to make sure you got papes in Brooklyn today so you got sleep and so you didn't walk here this early."

"Huh?" None of that processed in Race's head.

Jack looked Race up and down.

His hair was a mess, his flannel was almost fully unbuttoned, though his undershirt was on, his shoe laces were untied, and his hat was half off of his head. His suspenders were hanging from his pants and his vest was barely on as well.

"Race, did you even try to get ready today?" Jack questions.

Race looks down at himself. "I am ready?"

Jack sighs, sharing a look with Davey.

Jack waves Albert, JoJo, Blink, Specs, and Finch over.

Their faces turned concerned immediately when they saw Race.

"Al, can you guys help him?" Jack questions. "Davey and I will be back over in a minute."

Albert nods.

Jack and Davey walk away.

Race looks at Albert and his brothers, a small smile appearing on his face.

Albert helps Race fix his suspenders, flannel, and vest, before he sat down with Race to help him tie his shoes.

After they fixed that, Race laid his head on Albert's chest, about to fall asleep again.

"Can never take care of yourself, can you, Racer?" Albert whispers, holding Race's right hand in his own.

"Definitely not..." Was the groggy response he got.

The boys chuckle.

Specs bends down in front of Race. "Does anything hurt?"

Race weakly points to his stomach and his shoulder.

"We told him not to do tricks and not to strain it..." JoJo trails off.

"It's Race." Blink let's out a weak laugh. "He doesn't listen very well. He convinces himself that he's fine, even if he's not." (A/N, me.)

The few boys there chuckle.

"Mean." Race whispers.

"How much sleep did you get, Race?" Specs questions.

Race opens his eyes a bit.

Specs saw how tired Race really was in his blue eyes, even if he hid it a tiny big in his outer appearance.

"Uh-" It looked to be hurting Race to think. "I don't know..."

Before any of the boys could respond, they heard someone shout Race's name.

They turned to look to se who it was.

Spot ran into the square, immediately picking Race up, hugging him close when he saw him.

If Spot hadn't been supporting him, Race would've collapsed and Spot knew it.

"Race..." Spot brushes his curls out of his face. "You can't just leave three hours to selling time without telling someone. You look horrible."

Jack and Davey only got more concerned.

"That's rude." Race mumbles, looking a bit offended. "I say you look nice and you say I look horrible."

A few of the boys laugh.

Spot rolls his eyes. "After selling, I'm either forcing you to sleep in Manhattan or forcing you to sleep in Brooklyn. Your choice."

"I'll think about it." Race mumbles, resting his head against Spot's chest.

Spot runs his hands through Race's hair.

A few minutes later, Race tried to open his eyes again. "Can you tell the sun to calm down a bit? It's being too bright for this early in the morning."

The boys chuckle.

"You are ridiculous when you're half asleep." Spot mumbles, as Race tucks his head into Spot's neck.

"I'm ridicul- ridiculous anyways," Race responds, shooting Spot a weak 'duh' look.

Spot chuckles. "Ain't that the truth."

"Do you think I'd lie to you?" Race whispers, again sounding a big offended.

"Not about that, no." Spot answers.

Race nods in approval.

A few minutes later

"Do you hate me?" Race whispers against Spot's chest.

Spot kisses his cheek. "Never."

Spot sat down with Race on a stack of Newspapers.

He gave Albert money to buy him and Race Newspapers. A hundred for him and seventy-five for Race.

A few more minutes later

"Do the boys, Snipes, and Smalls hate me?" Race whispers again.

"They would never hate you." Spot responds.

Some more minutes later

"Does Smokes hate-"

Race was cut off by Spot. "I promise no one hates you."

More minutes later

"Does Snyder and Weasel hate me?" Race whispers.

Spot chuckles. "Those are a yes, sadly."

"Too bad for them." Race mumbles. "They're missing so much."

Spot chuckles. "Yes, they are."

After selling

Jack forced Race and Spot to sell pretty close to them, mainly because he and Davey wanted to keep an eye on Race.

After selling, they brought Race to the Lodge.

When they got to the Lodge, Race was on the verge of passing out, though he tried to deny it.

"I'm fine..." Race mumbles, trying to push himself away from Spot and Jack.

"Yeah," Finch looks Race up and down. "No. Not at all."

Race groans groggily. "Please... stop..." Race's voice had a slight slur to it from him being tired.

"Come on," Spot picks him up. "We're going to sleep."

"Nooo...." Race whines, trying to stop his boyfriend.

Spot, Jack, Davey, Specs, and Albert shoot him sharp looks. "Yes."

After a few more minutes, Spot finally got him in bed and he passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Spot chuckles, kissing his boyfriend's forehead. "I love you, Racer."

"He sure is something." Blink mumbles as he passes out cards between him and Mush.

They were going to play War.

Spot and Jack chuckle, sharing a look. "He sure is something."

"But we all still love him." Albert states. "Some in different ways than others," The boys laugh as Albert motions to Spot. "I can't bare to think about how different it would be without him."

Spot nods, kissing Race's forehead again.

Race unconsciously snuggles closer to his boyfriend.

1028 Words
I'll probably get the rest of the bonus chapters out tomorrow. Enjoy!