FAMILIAR | Spot Conlon

Chp. 30: Another Brooklyn Visit

"Wake up sweetheart. Time to go" Race shakes me awake.

"Ugh. Ya know I had this amazing dream that I was beatin up this guy named Racetrack" I rub my eyes.

"How nice that yous dream of me" I slap his arm.

"Yeah yeah so what is ya doin"

"Goin ta Brooklyn rememba" I sit up.

"I's thought you was jokin"

"Nope. Yous wanna see Spot and I, well, I's got nothin better to do" I start getting my things so I can disguise myself.

"Well that's a perfect reason to go sneak off and risk Jack gettin peeved at us"

"Well if yous don't wanna go ta Brooklyn and see Spot I could just go back ta bed"

"No!" I burst out and he laughs.

"We's have ta tell em the details of the rally anyway"

"I knew you wanted ta see em!"

"No I's doin this for the strike"

"Keep tellin yerself that" I roll my eyes at him.

"So how are we's gettin out. The doors and stairs are a no go since they creak too much" I finish putting my hat on and look at Race.

"Follow me" He leads us into the bathroom. We go into one of the stalls and he leans down on the floor. I lean down too.

"What are ya doin" He starts yanking on a vent.

"No seriously what's happening" The vent falls off and if reveals a big hole. He turns around and starts going into it backwards.

"There's a ladder. Trust me" I poke my head in the vent but Race is already out. It's a lot bigger than it looks.

"Fuck it" I go backwards into the vent and feel the cool air on my legs. I feel around for a ladder and find a rung. I pull my self through and climb down the ladder. It's covered with leaves.

I see Race and hop down to the ground. I look at the ladder and it's so crazy. I would never have thought that it would be a ladder. At first glance it's just a pile of leaves climbing up the building. But once you know what's really there, you can never go back to the way it was.

"Perfectly disguised ain't it"

"Yeah. How's did you find this" I stand there and admire it.

"I's made it. Ta sneak out ta games" Of course.

"Yous should take me ta one sometime"

"Maybe when this is all over"

"What are we's waitin for? Let's go ta Brooklyn"
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"So, yous excited ta see Spottt" Race says in a sing songy voice.

"Yeah but I just wish I could be meself. Not just another newsie ta em ya know"

"Yeah"

"Well we're ere" He sees Shoots and Mick and immediately tenses up.

"Yous can talk to em"

"Wimpin out are we?" I smirk at him.

"I mean, only if you wanna"

"I's just don't get why everyone's so scared of em"

"I mean look at em"

"I know right" I see his silhouette against the night sky. He isn't wearing his hat and his hair is messy. You can see his strong muscles through his shirt and~

"BROOKLYN" I snap back to Race.

"Yeah"

"Man yous weird"

"Thanks man appreciate it" I pat him on the back. We walk over to Shoots and Mick.

"Heya boys"

"Who are you" Shoots moves closer to us and gets up in my face.

"Cam, Manhattan newsie"

"Oh yeah. Yous ere ta see Spot?"

"Yeah. Can I see em" Spot hops down from his crates.

"I's heard ma name"

"Is that all yous think about?" I cross my arms.

"What do ya want" Spot completely dodges my question. Whatever then I guess.

"Well Race and I" I point beside me to Race. All 3 of them have confused looks plastered on their faces. Please tell me he didn't.

"He's gone ain't he" They all nod their heads.

"Shit" I mutter under my breath. Spot lets out a laugh and I glare at him. He puts his hands up in surrender.

"I's didn't laugh I swear" He puts on an innocent look.

"Whateva. Be at Meddas at 7 for the rally"
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Who's excited? Cuz I know I am. I'm on spring break so guess what that means?! UPDATES EVERY OTHER DAY. I literally can't wait.