8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Told Ya

Song: Can't Take My Eyes Off You by The Four Seasons

A/N: Any 10 Things I Hate About You fans? Personally it's one of my favorite movies.

A/N: Hello everyone! Happy Holidays! I'm sorry this is late, I've become very busy over the last couple weeks, especially with finals. Heads up: this chapter has a lot of POV changes. Anyways please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.

Present Day: July 1899

Spot's POV

Books had a firm grip on my hand as she sped out of the theater.

"Slow down, you's don't even know where we're goin'," I laughed.

"Well then where are we's goin'?"

"A location only known by me."

"Spot," she whined.

"Patience, Princess. We'll get there soon."

She rolled her eyes at me.

"You's can quit callin' me that now."

"Well then stop actin' like one."

She shoved me with her hip causing me to stumble to the side a bit.

"Hey!"

"What?" she asked, innocently.

"You's are such an asshole sometimes."

"Yet you's love me anyways."

"That I do."

I interlocked our fingers and bent down to kiss her cheek.

Her face grew a bit red.

I could notice her pulse speeding up and her grip on my hand grew tighter, something she does when she's nervous.

"Nervous, Princess?"

"N-No."

"That sounds confident," I chuckled.

"Shut up. I's can bet you're nervous too."

"For once you're wrong Princess."

"Are you's sure about that?"

"A little."

Flashback: A few hours earlier

I had just entered the lodge house from selling my papers.

I only have a couple hours to get myself ready and get down to Medda's.

I went under my bed and pulled out my "nice clothes," aka my clothes that aren't worn out and had no holes or stains on them.

"No. No. No," I muttered, throwing each of my clothes behind me.

"I's have nothing!" I groaned.

I took a breathe to temporarily compose myself.

I'll deal with my clothes later.

I hopped over each of my clothes carefully. I didn't want to get dirt on them.

I went into the bathroom and began to fix my hair.

I attempted to slick it back but my hair was being too stubborn.

In my frustration I ended up rubbing my hands through my hair aggressively.

My hair was sticking in every direction.

"Ugh!" I screamed.

I stormed out of the bathroom and jumped on my bed landing face first into my pillow.