8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Broken Promises

A/N: Here's another chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters. Enjoy!

Present Day: July 1899

Jaime's POV

The light from the rising sun peaked through the window hitting my face. I groaned as I tried getting up.

"Why do you I have to get up so early," Spot mumbled.

"Because I refuse to get dressed in front of 20 guys. Also they're bathroom hogs. Seriously it's for everyone's good."

"Can't you just lay here for 5 more minutes."

"No."

"Then you're not getting up," he smiled, as he rolled on top of me.

"Spot," I whined. "Get up."

"No."

"How about this. If you let me get dressed, I'll come back and lay with you."

"Deal," he said, rolling off me.

"Finally."

I climbed down the ladder, grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom.

I quickly washed my face and got dressed.

I put on one of Jack's old shirts, a faded green plaid vest, and a brown skirt.

I brushed my hair and teeth and headed out the door.

I climbed the ladder and went right back in Spot's arms.

Although it was against my will, it actually felt nice. I only wish he didn't have to get back up in an hour.

I woke up to the sound of Kloppman tapping my bunk.

I must've fallen asleep again.

"Come on. Get up you two."

Spot and I groaned as we sat up.

"Oh, hello there Spot," Kloppman greeted.

"Heya Kloppman. Long time no see," Spot smiled.

Kloppman walked away and woke up the other sleeping newsies.

"Awww," a voice from under us said.

"Get out of here Race!" I yelled.

"You two are so adorable."

"Shut it!"

"I got this doll," Spot assured. "Get over here you scumbag."

He lunged toward him, but I grabbed him.

"Please don't kill my best friend."

"But what if I wanna," he whined.

"No."

"Fine. He rolled his eyes before making a threatening gesture at Race.

The boys and Spot and Les walked in the bathroom to get ready, while I sat in my bunk and kept reading.

Once the boys were ready, we headed to the distribution center to meet Davey.

Spot kept his arm around me the whole walk.

I kind of liked it. I shouldn't though.

I spotted Davey by the statue of Horace Greeley. I split from Spot's arms and headed towards him.

"Hey Davey." I greeted.

"I didn't get Jack," he muttered.

"Well I can see that. Are you alright? What happened?"