3 Words 8 Letters- A Spot Conlon Fanfiction

~Chapter Nine~

"Come on! Stop running so fast!!" Spot yelled, gasping for air.
"Not my fault yer so slow." I smirked, walking up to him.
I shoved his cap on his head.
The sweat that formed on his forehead made my face-- flush pink?
What? Ok then..
"Hello!! Earth to Scratch!!" Spot yells, waving his hand in my face.
I blink my eyes and snap out of my thoughts.
"Sorry.." I mumble.
"What were you thinkin bout." Spot scoffs.
I feel my face heat up. I can't tell him what I actually was thinking about.
I just shrug. "Eh. It was just one of those moments where you space out for no apparent reason."
Spot slowly nods.
My stomach is churning, my palms are sweating, and my knees are the slightest bit shaky for reasons I don't know.
"Youse nervous or somethin?" Spot asks sympathetically.
I slightly shuddered at how soft his voice was.
I just shake my head. "I don't know actually, I just feel kinda cold.." I lie between my teeth. Well-- I only half lied at least.
I see him scratch his arm. I observe him closely all the time.
Whenever he scratch's his arm, he knows something I don't.
He's not telling me something.
"What you hidin, Spot." I sigh.
"How did you know--" I cut him off.
"Whenevah youse scratch yer arm, youse hidin somethin." I laugh.
Spot let's out a sharp sigh.

"I'll tell you tonight.." He mumbles.
"Is it something bad?" I whisper.
He shakes his head. "More like-- something that I never thought would happen." He says, glancing at me for a second.
"Ok." I mumble.

We walk in silence in a random alleyway for about ten minutes.
I open my mouth to say something, but he beats me to it.
"Brooklyn?" He asks.
I smile from ear to ear.

"You read my mind."

~At Brooklyn~

"I dare you to jump in the river." I say to him.
We were playing truth or dare-- minus the truth.
"But it's freezing!!" He whines.
"I'll give ya 50 cents." I bargain.
He smirks and strolls to the edge of the docks.

He jumps off and squeals which makes me laugh.
I hear a giant SPLASH before I hear Spot yell.
"GODDAMNIT ITS SO COLD!!"
I laugh even harder.
After a minute a hear the pounding of feet coming from the front of the docks.
I turn my head and immediately stop laughing.
Spot was there, smiling, his clothes partially stuck to his body and his hair dangling into his face.
I feel my face heat up and I bury it into my hands and continue laughing.

Something is happening to me and it better not be what I think it is.

He plops down next to me.
"Now. You go do it. It's bettah than fifty cents." He says.
I smile. "Fine."

I jump off the docks, closing my eyes, preparing for the impact of freezing water.
I emerge into the river, and the piercing feels enters my skin.
It was so cold-- that is was calming.

I swim to the top and climb on to the docks, pulling my shirt from my body, to make it look not so revealing.
My hair was partially dry, since the wind was so harsh.
It fell down to my shoulders, sliding far down to my lower back.
I held my cap and slingshot tightly in my hands, wringing the water out of my cap and I walked down the docks.
I could hear Spot laughing.
I stopped walking immediately, drowning in the sounds of his laugh.
What the hell is going on with me?
"Scratch? You there?" I hear Spot say.
I return back to reality and continue walking.
Spot stops laughing and looks at me for a couple seconds, before burying his head in hands, laughing again.
"Now we's both soakin." I whine, plopping down next to him.
He smiles at me and I completely melt.

What the hell, Zahara?!, I mentally facepalm myself.
"Wanna go inside? It's cold.." Spot shivers.
I started shivering myself, unable to speak.
He slings an arm around me which causes me to smile immediately.

And the next thing I knew..
I fell asleep in his grasp.

~The Next Day~

I flutter my eyes open, on my bunk in Brooklyn.
I hear Spot snoring and I chuck a pillow at him.
"I'M UP, I'M UP!!" He yells, shooting out of bed.
I dig my face into my pillow.
"Yer snorin too loud." My muffled voice whined. I look around and all his Newsies were groaning in exhaustion. The front door swings open and Slate is standing there, so out of breath. "Yes?" Spot asks harshly.
"Newsies square.. Manhattan.. police.." He says, gasping for air.
I look at Spot and we both widen our eyes, bolting for the door.

"I completely forgot about the strike!!" Spot yells as we run.
"Yea, me too." I reply.

We squeeze through the vast amount of people crowding Newsies square.
I feel someone tap my shoulder.
"Hey Race." I greet.
"Hi. David tried to break Jack out the Refuge last night.." Race scratches the back of his neck. I widen my eyes and run to find Davey.
I finally find him.
"What happened with Jack?!" I whisper yell at him.
"I don't wanna talk about it.." He grumbles.
I shrug and walk away.

I find Spot.
"Hey Scratch. Hey Scratch, c'mere." He pulls me by the arm next to him.
"Tell me I'm seeing things. J-Just tell me I'm seeing things." He says, looking off behind the police holding us back.
I squint and see Jack in a suit.

"Hey!! No you ain't seein things that's JACK!!" I practically yell.
"But he's dressed like a scabbah!!" Spot says in complete disbelief.
Mush squeezes threw us to get a better look at Jack.
"Jack? Jack, look at me will ya?! Come on, it's me, Mush!! Look at me!! What are you doing Jack!!" He yells.
Blink brushes next to Mush.
"This ain't happenin, this can't be happenin. What are ya doin Jack?! What are ya doin?!" He says angrily between his teeth.
"Come on, what is this?! Where'd ya get them clothes?!" Boots peeps from the crowd.
"Mr. Pulitzer picked it out his-self. A special gift, for a special employee." Weasel teased.
"He sold us out!!" Spot yelled.
"I'll give ya a new suit. You bum!! I'll soak ya!!" Race yells from behind me.
"Hey, hey, hey, lemme get my hands dirty." Spot says pulling his sleeves up.
"C'MERE YOU DIRTY ROTTEN SCABBER!! TRAITOR!!" Me and Spot yell as we both lunge towards Jack. The police hold us back, along with a few Newsies.

David walks up to him and gives him a good lecture.
Jack just shrugs it off and David walks away, giving him a death glare.
I hear him scream and lunge at Jack, before getting pulled away by Weasel.
"TRAITOR!!"
"YOU MAKE ME SICK!"

"Let's go.." Spot mumbles, a slight crack in his voice.
He softly grabs my wrists and we squirm in between the massive crowd of people.

We walk across the Brooklyn bridge in almost complete silence.
But I remember something.

~FlashBack~

Spot scratches his arm.
I observe Spot so well.
Whenever he scratches his arm, he's hiding something.
"What ya hidin from me Spot." I sigh.
"How did you--" I cut him off.
"Youse scratchin yer arm. Youse hidin somethin from me." I turn to him.
"I'll tell you tonight.." He mumbles.

~End Of FlashBack~

"Hey Spot?" I ask.
We stop walking and he turns to me.

"Yea?" He asks softly.
"Remember um-- youse said you would tell me bout that thing.." I almost mumbled.
Spot nods and I see his hands sweat.
He wipes his hands on his shirt and sighs, sitting down on the cold stone.
I sit in front of him.

"S-Scratch?" He says, with a crack in his voice.
I slightly raise an eyebrow.
"I'm only nervous because I thought this would never, ever happen." Spot mumbles.

"What is it?" I ask softly.

"I-I'm in love.."

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Oooh cliffhanger.

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