{ Warnings: Self harm and Swearing}
" Ace! Hotshot!" Spot yells. "Be ready by the time Jack Kelly gets here!" Spot yells again. To say the least Spot was nervous, he wasn't nervous of Jack, but he had heard rumors that Jack's second was coming with him. Spot new for a fact that Jack's second was Racetrack Higgins, the boy that Spot lets sell on his turf, the boy that he made laugh in the court room, the boy he had fallen in love with. Of course nobody can know about it, the things that they would do to Spot is the unthinkable.
Then the brunette boy with a cigar in hand comes walking down the Brooklyn Bridge. Spot's having thoughts he should NOT be having such as, God I wanna fuck him up so bad, I wanna kiss him so much his lips bleeds, or I want my tongue in that mouth, my hands in that hair. Stop it Spot you can't do this to yourself!
To play if off cool Spot says "Well if it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick."Spot and Jack spit shook and Spot called Ace and Hotshot over. Spot introduces the boys to Jack and Race. Spot caught Race kinda starin at Ace and Hotshot, that made Spot wonder a little bit, what if he's like me? What if I might just have a chance with him? If he is like me, I don't blame him for starin at Ace and Shot, they both are hella hot.
Jack then introduces Race to Spot. Spot being Spot says "So your the gambler that's been selling on me turf? Spot asked curiously to see what Race will say. I..I..I..I'm sorry. I won't sell on y..y..your t..t..tt..turf anymore."Race said stuttering a lot. Spot wonders why Race is stuttering so much, is it because he's afraid of him, Spot can only hope that's not it. "Ya know what Higgins, we's can talk bout this lata, right now's we's got's a meetin." Spot said, forgetting all about the stuttering.
Just as Jack and Race were about to leave Race dropped his hat, and Spot Conlon being Spot Conlon picked it up and observed it. "Umm Spot may I please have me hat back?" Race questioned nervously. " Nah, I like this hat, I think I'll keep it till you can steal it back from me." Spot said with a smirk on his face. "Oh okay, b..b..b..bye Spot." Spot was hoping that Race would try and steal it at some point but by Race's voice, Spot doesn't think he'll come back for it.
Spot had made sure everyone was in bed. He was sitting at the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge thinking. The Brooklyn Bridge is where Spot would always go to think. Dammit spot! Why didn't you just give Race his damn hat back?! How could I be so stupid? Now he'll probably never even talk to me now. Spot had his blade with him, he took it and pressed the cold sharp silver into his wrist. Warm dark red blood came streaming down his wrist. It felt relieving to him. He put the knife away quickly as he saw a figure coming toward him.
The figure stopped and said "Do you know where the Brooklyn Newsies Lodging House Is?" Spot responded with "Yea, what's it to you?" The figure said "Well sir if you must know I have come back to get my hat that a newsie has stolen from me." That's when it hit Spot, he was talking to Racetrack Higgins, the boy that he madly in love with. "Racetrack?" Race responded with "Holy Shit Spot!" "You scared the hell outta me." "Wait Spot?" Spot now was giving Race a stupid look even though Race probably couldn't see it. "Yes, Race it's me." Spot said like Race was stupid. "So you mean to tell me that I was talking to you this whole damn time?!" "Yep." Spot responded with a smirk. "Lemme guess, your not gonna give me hat back now." "I didn't say that, how bout we's talk fa a lil bit, and I'll see if I'se gonna give ya the hat." Spot had that idea in his head that if he just got to know Racetrack he would just become friends with him instead of what Spot wanted. "Okay Spot, lets talk."
Race and Spot had talked for two hours, they had just talked about random things, but they where enjoying each others company. "Spot, I best be on me way ta hattin." Race said, not really wanting to leave. "Your probably right, do youse want ta spend the night here instead of walking back in the dark?" Spot was curious to see what Race would say, Spot also eagerly wanted Race to stay at his lodging house. "No thank you Spot, I'll be fine." Spot looked a little disappointed but Race couldn't see it so it didn't matter. "Bye Racer, Stay safe!" Spot shouted as Race walked away.
That was one of the best nights ever Spot thought as he flopped down on his bed. He had just spent the night talking with a boy that he had just fallen deeper in love with. What the hell am I gonna do now? Spot thought. As Spot drifted off to sleep he thought about those beautiful hazel brown eyes and how he could get lost in them forever.
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Brooklyn Bridge
Fiksi Penggemar"Jack why's do I have ta come?" Race questions. "Because Racer, your my second which means you have ta come ta meetings and that includes Brooklyn." It's not that Race didn't like Brooklyn, he loved Brooklyn, he even sold his papers in Brooklyn, but...
