Sprace Chatroom {Discontinued}

Six

Spot: do you mind if I come over?

Race: unlike some people, I like to hang out with my friends

Spot: I'm taking that as a yes

  It wasn't two seconds later when Race heard a knocking at his door. That can't be Spot already, Race thought as he clattered towards the door. He opens the door and someone pushes their way in. "Hey!" That's when he recognizes the blonde. "How'd you get here so fast, Spot?" "I was in the hall when I texted you," he crosses his arms and plunks himself onto the couch. "So what if I'd said no?" Race asked amused by the boy's possible reactions. He shrugs, "I knew you'd say yes."

  They fell into an awkward silence. Neither of them knew what to say. Race shuffles his feet as he looks Spot's figure over. He was slouched and picking at his fingers. Spot was always confident and kept his head up at all times to show no weakness. Strength was everything in his eye. Even if you had to fake it to show it. Race sighed and takes a seat in his armchair and whips out his phone. Instead of asking his question aloud Race texted Spot.

Race: what's buggin ya

Spot: seriously? We're in the same room

Race: eh

Spot: nothing's wrong, I was just bored

Race: then what's with your posture

Spot: I'm tired, okay?

Spot: get off my back!

  He glances at the boy glaring at his phone. "Spot?" "What," the boy snaps. "What's wrong? You can tell me anything. I'm your best friend," Race says in a comforting voice from afar. Spot sighs exasperatedly, "Nothing is the matter. Now can we talk about something else." As he leans into the couch with his arms crossed, Spot glares at the wall in front of him.

  "Is it girl problems?" Spot's glare shifts to Race, "No, now drop it!" Race's eyes widen, "Okay, got it. It's a sore topic-" he recieves Spot's death glare "-I'll shut up now." It was quiet for the next couple minutes, but to both of them it felt like hours. Spot sat there glaring off into space as Race watched him. Even if Spot was never one for feelings, he still gave him the reason for his different behavior. Now, he wasn't giving him squat.

  "Race?" Spot lowered his voice. Race hums in acknowledgement. "Can you come sit over here, with me?" Race's brow furrowed in confusion but agreed anyways. He sat awkwardly next to his friend as they said nothing to each other. He jumped as he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder.

  He looked over and saw Spot leaning against him. Without thinking, Race slung an arm loosely around the skinny boy's shoulders, giving it a little rub. They sat in quiet, but it was different from before. It wasn't awkward at all.

  It was comforting, understanding almost. Spot sighs in relief, feeling safer in his friends arms. His stomach was twisting and turning, and he didn't know how to explain the slight raise in his heartbeat, but he enjoyed the silence in Racetrack's arms.