8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Queen Down

Song: Norwegian Wood by The Beatles

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

Slight TW: mentions of death, alcoholism, and child abuse

Present Day: March 1900

Jack's POV

Spot and Jaime were still on the roof so Kloppman and I went up to check on them since it was getting late.

I insisted I could do it myself but he said he wanted to be the one to push Spot off the roof. He'd land on the fire escape but it's nice to dream.

When we got to the door we heard giggling. When I opened it I wanted to scream; which I did.

The two of them scrambled away from each other, faces blushing red.

Kloppman decided to add to their embarrassment by shooing Spot away with a broom.

"Out! Out!" he commanded.

Spot put his hands up and tried to escape.

"Okay, okay. I'm going."

He was then meet with a broom to his temple.

"Ouch!" he yelped.

"Don't do unholy things on my property and you won't get hit."

"We were literally just talking."

"I did a lot of talking back in my day too," Kloppman teased.

"Gross!" Jaime and I shouted.

Kloppman chuckled while Jaime began rubbing her temples and I questioned why I let him come with.

"Seriously Jack."

"Hey he insisted. At least he didn't try pushing him off the roof."

Jaime sighed and walked with Spot to the stairs.

Kloppman and I followed them out, watching from the stairs.

"I'll see you's Friday?" Spot asked.

"Of course," she smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"I's love you's."

"I's love you's too."

They gave each other a quick peck—gross.

Jaime waited for him to leave but he didn't. She tilted her head trying to figure out the reason why.

"I just wanted to ask Jack something. It's nothing bad I promise."

She nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading up the stairs with Kloppman.

I walked down the stairs and met Spot at the entrance. I was curious what he was going to ask me.

Spot looked around me to make sure Jaime and Kloppman were gone.

I looked down at him. Is this kid nuts? Well he is but right now he's being more nuts than usual. Seriously what does Jaime see in him?

"Conlon why are you's being weirder than usual?" I asked, slightly irritated.

"Sorry. I'm tryin' to make sure she doesn't hear."

"Are you askin' me for her hand in marriage," I joked. His eyes went wide and I was pretty sure that's what this was about.

"Oh my gosh. You are, aren't you?" I panicked.

"Jack. No! Calm down!" he exclaimed. He took a deep breath, clearly frustrated. "I's was going to ask if you's could keep an eye on her."

"She can handle herself."