8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

The Shiner Problem

A/N: Hello everyone. Please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.

Present Day: July 1899

Jaime's POV

The boys and I were currently waiting in line for our papes.

"Next!" Mr. Brown called.

That's me.

I walked up and put down two quarters and a dime.

"120 please."

Mr.Brown smiled at me.

"120 papes!"

He turned back to me while Mr. Eriksson began putting more papes on the back counter.

"So how is everything in the world of Books."

"Pretty good. The fellas have been happy and so have I. What about you's?

"Everything's right in my world. Just won 10 bucks at Sheepstead."

"That's great. Race goes there a lot."

"Yeah I've seen him around. You's ever been?"

"Not in a bit. Maybe I'll see ya there next time I's go."

Mr. Eriksson came up to the counter and slammed the papes on the counter.

"120 papes," he stated as he quickly turned away from me.

That was weird.

I took my papes and said goodbye to Mr. Brown.

I walked down the steps and headed over to Blink, who was smoking a cigarette.

"Seriously. It's not even eight in the morning. Even Race isn't smokin'."

"Shut it," he chuckled.

"Ok but seriously. You've been acting off the past couple days. What's on your mind?"

"I've been feelin' weird about... things."

"What kind of... things?"

"Everytime I'm around a certain someone, I's get all flustered. Like I'm not myself, but I'm a good way? I's don't know. Do you's?"

I could only wonder who this is about.

"Sounds like you's really like 'em."

"Like a friend?"

I looked at him blankly.

"Yes. I's too get all flustered around my friends."

"Really?" he perked.

"No!"

He playfully hit me on the shoulder.

"Okay in all seriousness, you's should tell him. I'm sure he likes you back."

He looked up at me with wide eyes.

"I never said it was- how did you-"

"Trust me. We've known since we met you's both."

"Everyone knows but him now," he said, putting the cigarette back in his mouth.

"You's seriously should tell 'em."

"Yeah. I's think I's will."

"Good."

"Thanks Books. You'd always know what to do."

"You's know it."

I looked up to see the last of the boys walking down the steps.

"Alright boys! Time to start sellin'!