8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Matchmakers

A/N: Hello everyone. I hope you all had an amazing day. Sorry this took so long to get out, it took me a week to write this chapter. Anyways please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.

Present Day: January 1900

Jack's POV

"How is the show darling?" Davey asked.

"Wonderful but not as wonderful as you."

I looked into those bright, blue eyes of his.

"What are you looking at Jack?"

"Nothin', just you's."

His cheeks began heating up. He's so cute when he's flustered.

"Come here," I whispered, turning his chin to face me.

Our inches faces closer and closer until-

"Jack!" Jaime called.

"Huh?" I said as she shot up

"Its mornin'."

I groaned but reluctantly got up.

I walked over to the bathroom, getting ready with the rest if the crew.

"Having a good dream Jackie?" Mush asked.

"I was."

"What were you's dreamin' about?" Bumlets asked.

Race let out a laugh, "more like who were you's dreamin' about?"

The room erupted with laughter.

"Can it would you's?" I shouted as I began combing my hair.

Jaime whipped around the corner.

"Well maybe you's can make all of our dreams come true and just ask a certain somebody out?"

"I's think I'll stick with my dreams," I responded, continuing to style my hair.

"Oh come on Jack, what's keeping you's?" Mush asked, slinging an arm around Blink.

"Well he's smart and funny and handsome and he'd never go for me and I'm realizing I'm starting' to sound like James before she and Conlon got together."

"Now he hears it," she mumbled. "And also rude."

I swatted her on the shoulder with the comb.

"Hey?!"

"Like you's didn't deserve it."

"I didn't!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Kloppman came from behind and swatted us both on the back of our heads.

"Ow!" James and I yelled.

"Children, you have to sell papes or I don't get paid, and for God's sake just ask him out," he scolded.

We chuckled and finished getting ready.

The boys began leaving but I stayed to get my hair perfect.

"Jack!" Jaime called.

"Comin'!"

I began to late but then saw a stray hair and went back to smooth it out.

Jaime stormed up as I was doing so.

"We have to go!"

She grabbed my harm, forcing me to fix it with my one free, bare hand on the move.

"But my hair!"