3 Words 8 Letters- A Spot Conlon Fanfiction

~Chapter Fifteen~

~The Next Day~

We were all crowded in the Manhattan lodging house, and if course-- Spot was with us.
He sat a few bunks down from me, so we made sure no one suspected anything.
"You guys think this is gonna work?" Race asks, lighting a cigar.
"Of course it is. Me and Scratch spent the whole day givin out papes one by one." Spot says.
I glanced at him and we exchanged smiles and laughs.
"Aye wusso funny?" Jack asks.
We clear our throats and stop laughing.
"They'se were prolly suckin each other's faces off.." Race shrugs.
"RACE." Me and Spot yell, giving him dead glares.
In the corner of my eye I see Spot hiding a smile and I start bursting into fits of laughter. Spot slowly joins me and I can feel the confused faces of everyone staring at us, obviously perplexed.
"Wait. Were you guys?" Skittery asks.
"You wish." I roll my eyes.
I feel Spot's eyes on me and I glance up.
Our eyes lock and he licks his lips, giving me a sly smile.
I feel my face heat up and I quickly tip my hat lower, smiling from ear to ear.

~Spot's POV~

She slaps her hat lower on her head, smiling from ear to ear.
"Stop it, Spot." She laughs.
"I didn't realize I was bothering you." I smirk.
"Stop." She whines, burying her face in her hands.
"You're teasing me." She pouts.
"What the hell are you guys talkin about??" Race questions.
I just shrug. "She's prolly bein the idiot she always is." I sigh.
She rolls her eyes at me which triggers me to smirk.
"Wipe that dumbass smirk of ya face." She scolds.
"Make me." I say like a little toddler.
"Oh I will." She says, cracking her knuckles.
I squeal and run out the door, and she was hot on my tail.
I run outside and stand next to the front door, my back pressed against the brick wall.
She saunters out the door, unaware that I am right beside her.
I pounce in her and we fall to the ground, in between the doorframe.
She starts laughing, and I engulf her in kisses.
"Spot!! Your attacking me!!" She smiles.
"HA. I KNEW IT!!" We heard someone shout.
We scramble away from eachother and stand up, looking down at the floor with our hands behind our backs.
"I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT."
"Shuddup Race." Scratch scolds.
Race made a kissy face at us and our faces turned deep red.
"Aren't you gonna tell the others?" Race questions.
"Nah. Let's just see how long it takes for them to find out." She says.
"How long have you guys been at it?" He asks.
"Three days.." Scratch mumbles.
"Only three? I was expecting a few months but ok." Race says, sauntering up the steps.
I turn to Scratch.
"Now, where were we?" I smirk.
"Stop smirking." She laughs.
"Why is your laugh so perfect." I question.
She looks down at the ground with her face beet red.
"C'mere." I say so quietly, it was almost a whisper.
She walks slow, but I grab her arms and pull her closer.
We gazed into each others eyes for what seemed like eternity.
I loved her eyes. Most people would say my eyes were stunning, but I think otherwise.
My eyes were as cold as stone. They seemed ruthless.
But her eyes; they held warmth. Most people would say her eyes were just plain ol' brown. But the more you look into them, the more elaborate they become.
You start to see so many different colors, it almost gets you confused of how you didn't notice them before.

~Scratch's POV~

Spot just stared at me, with his facial expressions slightly changing.
One second he has a slight smile, the next he's confused.
"You're a pain, Conlon." I scold before crashing our lips together.
His hands softly clutches the back of my neck, and I smell smoke.
"Wait, Spot." I say pulling away.
He has a confused look on his face, but quickly realizes.

"RACE." We both yell.

He slowly stands from behind Kloppman's desk with an innocent smile on his face.

~Noon~

We were walking to Newsies square, hoping the others would come.
Race looked back at us and did an eyebrow dance.
I rolled my eyes and he turned back around.
"I got this." I mumble.
I take out my slingshot and pick up a small pebble.
"Three, two, one.." I let go and it hits Race in the back of his head.
"HEY!!" He scolds. We high five but our hands stay stuck together.
"We're in the back of the crowd, I guess we can, right?" Spot asks.
I smile and nod as he laces our fingers together.
"HEY EVERYONE!! TURN AROUND!!" Race yells.
We jerk out of eachother's hands and Race starts laughing.
"I got this." Spot mumbles, taking out his slingshot.
"Three, two, one.." He lets go and it hits Race right in the ass.
I start laughing and Race turns around with a dead glare, which makes me laugh even more.
"I need ta get me Newsies, wanna come?" Spot asks. I nod eagerly.
He smiles and grabs my wrist, running towards the Brooklyn bridge.
"DON'T GET IN TROUBLE!" Race yells.
"SHUDDUP." I yell back.

~Meanwhile, At the crowd of Manhattan Newsies~
~Race's POV~

"What's wit you." Jack asks.
"Oh nothing." I smirk.

~Back To Scratch and Spot~
~Spot's POV~

"Are you sure we're gonna win?" She asks, seemingly worried.
"Positive." I say.
"More like positively negative. I know you're not so sure either." She sighs.
I walk in front of her and grab her hands.
"What ever happens, happens. I will still be happy." I smile.
Her face flushes light pink and she bites her bottom lip out of nervousness.
"Don't be nervous, love." I say, pushing her hair behind her ear.
She blushes even more, her mouth slowly curving into a smile.
"You're a charmer, Spot.." She mumbles.
"And you're beautiful, Scratch."
Her face turns crimson red and she grabs my hand.
"Stop.. I probably look as red as your suspenders.." She mumbles.

~At The Brooklyn Lodging House~
~Scratch's POV~

Spot flings the door open and all his Newsies jump in surprise.
"UP, UP, UP YA LOUSY BUMS. WE'S GOING TO 'HATTAN." He yells.
All his Newsies groan. "Why." Ace whines.

"CUZ WE'S GOTTA STRIKE TO WIN." Spot replies with determination.

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YAY a decent update amirite