8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

One Normal Night

Present Day: October 1899

Jaime's POV

I was playing cards with some of the boys when Tumblr came running up to us.

"Books, Skittery," Tumblr mumbled.

"Yes?" we asked.

"There's someone pacing outside."

"What?" we all shouted

"I saw it over here," Tumblr said.

Tumblr gently held Skittery and my hand, leading us to the window.

He wasn't kidding. There is someone pacing.

"I can't make out their face," Skittery spoke."

"Nor can I."

I heard the door open and someone on the stairs.

We all snapped our heads in the direction of the door.

"Who left?" I yelled.

The newsies looked around and shrugged.

I let out a heavy sigh.

"I'll go look."

I didn't even make it to the door before I heard yelling coming from outside.

"Why are you here!" Jack shouted.

Of course he was the one who left. Why wouldn't it be?

"Stuff happened!" Spot's voice shouted.

Why is he here? Not that I'm mad about it, but we're supposed to have a date in 8 days.

"Go back to Brooklyn!"

"I would if I could!"

"I'm going to go downstairs," I announced. "Crutchy you're in charge."

"How come I'm never in charge?" Race whined.

"That's a great question, your temporary leader can answer."

I made a run for the stairs to stop Jack and Spot from killing each other, but also to get out of answering that.

I walked in on him and Spot still bickering.

"Would you's both shut it. We can hear you's upstairs."

"He started it!" they both shouted, pointing at each other.

They both paused for a moment before continuing to bicker.

"You's were the one who started yelling at me!" Spot claimed.

"Well you's showed up here unannounced!" Jack defended.

I'm sick of them bickering and also I'm freezing.

"Dumbasses! Can we calmly talk about this upstairs? It's cold."

"Fine," they both sighed.

I rolled my eyes and headed up the stairs, hoping they were following me.

We walked into the bunkhouse.

"It seems like Spot's going to stay with us tonight," I announced.

That was met with a chorus of groans and a quiet cheer from Boots.

At least someone's happy.

"Yeah, yeah. Get to bed. All of you's."

"I'll go sleep on the floor," Spot said.

"No need," Blink declared. "Mush and I are bunkin' up. He can sleep in my bunk."

"That solves that," Spot sighed.

"Good night, my dear. For real this time," I laughed.

"Good night Princess."

I playfully rolled my eyes.

He gave me a passionate kiss on the lips.

"Get a room!" Some of the newsies chimed.

"Go to bed!" I scolded.

I gave Spot a quick peck on the lips and climbed into my bunk where Jack was staring Spot down.

"Jack."

"James."

"Just because your boyfriend can't be here doesn't mean you get to glare at mine."

"Davey's not my boyfriend. And I'm your older brother so I's have a right to."

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever helps you's sleep at night."

"To which thing."

"Both and goodnight."

I laid down and tried to sleep.

After an hour of tossing and turning, I decided to try later and go to the roof to read.

I carefully climbed out of my bunk and grabbed my book. I took a lighter out of Race's drawer, lighting the candle on my nightstand. I carefully lifted the candle and put my book under my arm. I opened the door, making it creak slightly and snuck out to the roof.

I should've put on a coat. It's a bit cold out here, but at least there isn't too of a breeze.

I set down the candle and let it illuminate the pages of my new book, Emma.

I was a chapter in when I heard the roof door creak open.

"Princess?"