Race woke up like usual. Carrying the banner, teasing the delancey's, and getting papes. Ike for some reason had asked if he could sell with Race today. Race thought it was kinda strange that Ike wasn't going to sell with Mike today but he didn't pressure Ike with questions.
They talked about random stuff until the got to the end of the Brooklyn Bridge. Two lady's were talking and the boys happened to over hear their conversation. "I'm telling you Marcy, I saw a boy jump of the Bridge and two other boys jump from the docks to find him, and then four more boys came to search for him. It looked like the found the boy, but I couldn't tell if he was alive or not, it would be a miracle if he was." The boys started walking again. "Wow, I'se can't believe someone would actually do dat." Ike said still in shock. "I'se know, it's so sad." Race commented.
"Ey, Ace, you'se seen Spot?" Race shouted to Ace. "He's sick right now, but I'm sure he'll be fully recovered in a few days." Ace yelled back. Then Ace went back to selling. "So you'se an Conlon gotten pretty close huh?" Ike question suspiciously. "Yea, we'se good friends." Race had hoped that Ike didn't suspect anything more than that.
[Time Skip to Sheepshead]
Race and Ike had gone they're separate ways to sell. Race went and bet as usual and sold all his papes. Now all he had to do was find Ike. He then heard something or more like someone down an alley way. He listened in. "I heard someone tried to kill himself." Ike. Race knew that voice anywhere, but who was he talking to? "Yea, I was one of the two boys to help rescue him." Hotshot. Race knew that voice too. "Wait who was it? Who jumped?" Ike questioned. "I can't say it out loud." Hotshot said, then he whispered something to Ike that Race couldn't hear. "Oh my gosh!" Ike said. "It was bad Ike, we'se all had given up, except Ace, he knew he was still out there." "We'se saved him, but just barely, if Ace had found him a minute lata he woulda been dead." Hotshot said, Race could tell by the way Hotshot talked that he was tearing up.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry." Ike said. Baby? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Race was double confused now. "Just promise that you won't tell anyone?" Hotshot asked, well more like pleading Ike. "I promise." The light was hitting just perfect down the alley to where Race could see the two. Ike was up against the wall holding Hotshots face, and Hotshots hands were leaning against the wall on either side of Ike's head. What the hell is going on? Race thought. Race watched the two closely. Hotshot leaned forward and his lips met Ike's. Ike grabbed Hotshot's head and brushed his hands threw Hotshot's hair. Hotshot's hands made their way down to Ike's waist. Ike pushed off the wall and pushed Hotshot on the other wall. They ended the kiss and pressed their foreheads together. Then then whispered I love you to each other, they said it quietly but not quite enough to were Race couldn't hear it. They both started walking out of the alley, Race ran to the gate, pretending to wait for Ike.
"Heya Race!" "How was the track?" Ike asked Race enthusiastically. Race tried to play it off cool so he said "Nobody told da horse bout da hot tip." Race said disappointed . Ike just patted Race's back and said "you'll get em next time Race." Race smiled at that. Ike was always the sweetest.
As they were walking across the Brooklyn Bridge Race couldn't hold it in anymore. "How come you didn't tell me you'se are in love wit Hotshot?" Race asked casually while continuing to walk. Ike's eyes widened. "What uh no, what are you'se even talkin bout?" Ike said trying to make it sound like Race was crazy. "Cut the shit Ike, I saw you'se two today, but I'se don't care." Race said casually again. Ike was in shock, why didn't Race care? "An da reason I'se don't care is cause I'se a queer too." This had Ike flabbergasted. "But I'se am intrusten ya with dis infamation, please don't tell nobody." Race asked. "I'se promise, I won't tell nobody." The rest of the walk to Hattan, they talked about random stuff again.
Once Ike and Race got to the lodging house Race took Albert, Finch, and Ike up to the spare room. "Albert, Finch I'se found out some news." Race started. Ike, Albert, and Finch all looked nervous about the next words that were going to come out his mouth. "Ike is a queer, just like us." Race finished. "Wait, you mean that you'se two are?" Ike asked. "If you'se mean queer and in love wit each otha then ya, den yes" Albert said.
Albert snaked his arms around Finch's waist and pulled him on to his lap. Race and Ike also sat down. "I'm actually together with Hotshot." Ike said. "Wow, Hotshot, he's hot." Finch said. "Hey!" Albert said. And Ike said "back off that boy's mine!" "Chill, chill, Albie, babe, your the hotest person on Earth I'se wouldn't trade you'se fa da world, and don't worry you'se can have Hotshot, I bet you'se two make's a cute couple." Finch finished. "Oh they are a cute couple." Race commented. Ike smacked Race with his hat. "Hey, Race, did you eva get you'se hat back from Spot?" Finch asked. "Nope, apparently he's sick right now." Race said kinda disappointed. "Wait, Racer, did you tell Ike bout the boy you fell for?" Albert asked. "Oh, yea, I'se kinda in love wit Spot Conlon." Race said like it was nothing. The minute Race said Spot Conlon, Ike's face went pale. This didn't go unnoticed by Albert and Finch, they decided they would talk to him about it later.
Race was very happy with how his life was going, if only he knew what was happening with his lover..........
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Brooklyn Bridge
Fanfiction"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...
