Newsies One-Shots

Chapter 66 - Spot x Race

Race is Gay for Spot Conlon and Crutchie Knows All About it
Ship - Sprace
Era - Modern
Triggers - None

Crutchie was in his room doing his homework happily. Or as happily as one can be when doing homework.

Jack was out with Davey for a date, they had gone to see some movie while Medda was at the theatre.

Race was supposed to be in his room doing homework too but Crutchie could tell he wasn't up for it based on the sounds of feet pacing along the hallway.

After a while of the pacing, Crutchie grew sick of it and opened his door.

"Racer. Are you okay?"

Race took that as an invite into the room and flopped onto Crutchie's bed.

He screamed into Crutchie's pillow.

"Are you good?"

Race shook his head into the pillow before lifting his head up.

"I'm gay," he complained. "I'm so gay for Spot Conlon."

"Oh, I know that. Have you seen the way you look at him?"

Race shook his head.

"You look at him like he's the most important person in the world. Like if he jumped off a cliff you'd follow less than a second later."

"I'd follow a lot of people off a cliff," Race pointed out. "I think that says a lot about me."

Crutchie smiled. "Scooch over and sit up. Tell me about your crush."

Race sighed and moved to let Crutchie sit on the bed.

"He's beautiful," Race started gushing. "I just- his eyes are so beautiful and he's so amazing but he doesn't think so and I just wish he saw how I see him."

"I'm sure he thinks of you the same way."

Race laughed pitifully. "No he doesn't. He's straight. Why do I always fall in love with straight guys?"

"Maybe try talk to him," Crutchie suggested. "You know he hasn't had the best past. None of us have, maybe just try."

Race nodded and stood up. "Thank you Crutchie. You're the best."

~~~

Race waited at the school door, keeping an eye out for Spot.

"Hotshot," he called out when he saw his crush's foster brother. "Where's Spot?"

"He's still inside. Forgot something in his locker."

"Thanks." Race smiled at Hotshot as the shorter boy walked away.

Race picked his bag up off the ground and made his way into the school building, heading straight for Spot's locker.

"Spot," Race called out, hoping to gain Spot's attention. "Spot. You okay?"

Race moved closer to Spot's locker. He knew Spot was there, he could see the boy's legs and lower body after all but his upper body and head was hidden by the locker door.

"Spot," he tried again. He received as much of a response as he had previously. "Are you ignoring me or do you not in the mood to talk? Please just answer me."

Spot didn't answer him again and in annoyance from being ignored, Race walked around to the other side of Spot's locker.

Race was surprised at what he saw, Spot's head was lying against the side of his locker. Race honestly didn't know how he was still upright.

Gently, he nudged Spot in the side. "Wake up," he whispered. "I'll keep poking you until you wake up."

Spot jumped up, startled at the pointy elbows being jabbed into his side.

"What the-" Spot saw Race standing beside him. "Racer, what the hell?"

"Hi," Race said happily. "You were almost asleep."

"No I wasn't."

Race laughed and swung an arm around Spot's shoulders.

"You can deny it all you want but you were asleep."

Spot sighed. "I haven't been able to sleep lately, alright? Now would you get off my back?"

"Why haven't you been sleeping well?" Race asked.

"I've been busy thinking." Spot pulled some books out of his locker and shoved them in his bag.

"About what?" Race followed after Spot as he started to walk down the hallway. "What are you busy thinking about?"

"None of your business," Spot mumbled, swinging his bag onto his shoulder.

"Come on Spottie," Race teased. "Tell me. It can't be that much if a deep dark secret."

"You," Spot shouted. "You've been keeping me awake. You and your stupidly beautiful face."

Race blinked. "What?"

"I love you Racetrack Higgins," Spot shouted, exasperated. "I love you and you don't even like me back."

"I do like you back," Race promised. "I really like you back."

"You do?" Spot said in amazement.

Race nodded. "That's why I was looking for you," he explained. "I wanted to tell you how I feel."

Spot leaned against the wall, holding his hand up to his forehead.

"I feel like an idiot," he mumbled.

"You're not," Race reassured him. "Emotions are just confusing."

Spot let out a strangled laugh and stood up straight.

"Would you like to go on a date some time?"

Race nodded. "That'd be nice."

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