Coffee Shop - A Newsies Fanfic (SPRACEE)

5

TW - swearing, somewhat of an implied disordered eating

Feel free to suggest a TW

Also this was really late, and also pretty short, but I will start making longer parts and be more consistent

bros being deep ig

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Antonio "Racetrack" Higgins

I watched as Spot left the shop. I felt more mad at myself than at him. I could have been nicer about it. He looked so disappointed... or deflated, I guess? He didn't even eat his food, which I remember was a good sign that something was really wrong. I think I'm starting to realize that you're able to be mad at someone and still care about them. I loved Spot and I still want him to be happy, but that doesn't mean that I think what he did was right. I have to be honest with myself, I've missed him so much. And even though I'm mad at him, I still hope that there's maybe a chance we'll get back together. Or at least be friends again.

"Hello?" I hear snapping noises, "Earth to Antonio."

"What?" I say, somewhat startled.

"You were daydreaming~," George says with a hint of mockingness in his voice.

"Mhmm..." I reply, passively. I don't have the energy to give George a better response, so I turn and step closer to the register.

By 7:00, we're both ready to go home. We manage to clean the shop without arguing at all. Today it is my turn to lock the doors, so I do.

I think I was planning to go straight back to my apartment, but when have I done anything straight? I'm not funny.

Anyways, I find myself walking towards the Brooklyn Bridge. The city has changed a lot since my newsie days, but this bridge has stayed relatively the same. The air is cold and a flurry of snow falls as I lean against the railing. A small part of me hopes that Spot will happen to see me and come talk to me, but the rest of me really does not want that to happen.

"God, I'm so fucking immature," I say under my breath. "I should be over him by now."

I look back at the buildings and see two silhouettes in a lit window, a man and a woman, dancing. The man twirls the woman around and pulls her in to give her a quick kiss before spinning her again. I wish things could have been different. I wish I could have a romance like that. Maybe I wish I was different.