3 Words 8 Letters- A Spot Conlon Fanfiction

~Chapter Twenty Seven~

~Scratch's POV~

My eyes flew open and bright sunlight blinded my vision, making my head pound.
Spot was snoring, again, and I push his face.
Our legs were tangled together, and Spot's chest slowly rose and fell with every small breath he took. I traced invisible lines on his hands, and his soft skin was so feathery.
I felt him plant a soft kiss on my forehead and a smile stretches across my face.
"Mornin." He whispers, moving a few strands of hair that swayed in front of my eyes.
I open my mouth to reply, but someone cuts me off.
"HEY ALL YA BUMS, WAKE YER LOUSY SELVES UP!!" Race yells, clanging two pieces of metal like they were like those gold cymbals all those famous drumming people play.
I find Spot giving him a dead glare, but Race shrugs it off and keeps doing what he's doing.
Race is a part of the "I'm not afraid of Spot Conlon because he's a Newsie like us" group.
Spot could rip him to shreds, but, it's Race; he wouldn't do it.
"I'SE TRYIN TA SLEEP!!" Spot shouts.
"NO YER NOT!! YER BEIN ALL MUSHY WIT SCRATCH!!" Race teases, making a kissy face at him.
"WHO SAID MY NAME." Mush yells.
I groan and bury my face in my hands.
Now, prepare for impact.
"NO ONE SAID YER NAME MUSH!!"
"YES THEY DID!!"
"NO YOU POTHEAD!!"
"I'M NOT EVEN WEARING A POT ON MY HEAD YOU BLINDASS!!"
"MY ASS ISN'T BLIND SMARTY!!"
"WOULD YOU GUYS SHUDDUP?!"
"MIND YER OWN DAMN BUSINESS!!"
"IM TRYIN TA GET SOME SLEEP!!"
"WELL SLEEP TIME IS OVAH!!"
One thing Newsies master; yelling and arguing with each other nonstop.
"PUT A LID ON IT, WILL YA?!"
"GREAT, NOW SKITTERY DECIDES TO JOIN."
"WHAT?! IS THERE SOMTHIN WRONG WIT ME JOININ?!"
"WELL, THE MORE THE MERRIER DOES NOT APPLY TO THIS, DUMBASS!!"
I just sat back and watched everything, because frankly, it was quite entertaining.
"We are so mature." Spot huffs sarcastically.
I smirk in amusement.
Despite the fun I was having, the memories of yesterday's time flooded back into my head. My smirk fell and my crossed arms slowly unwinded.
"You ok?" Spot whispers near my ear.
"What are we gonna do." I sigh, looking straight ahead of me as the sounds of screaming Newsies tuned out of my ears.
"We'll figure it out."
"And when is that gonna be??"
Spot stops talking and just looks straight ahead.
"I'll be right back." Spot mumbles.
He heads out the door, leaving me confused.

~*~

He runs back in with a crumbled newspaper in his hand. His forehead was sweaty and he was panting heavily.
"What happened?" I ask, standing up.
"Read this." He orders, handing me the newspaper. With every letter I scrolled through, my eyes got wider.
"WHERE ARE THE NEWSBOYS? LODGING HOUSES DESTROYED! ARE THEY DEAD?"

I sprint up to Jack and shove him the newspaper. The cigar hanging it of his mouth dropped on the ground as he read the title over and over again.
"Who found this.." He mutters, his eyes still reading the newspaper.
"Spot."
"Oh my god.." He sighs, running a hand stressfully down his face.
Something catches his attention and he points to it at the newspaper.
"Scratch?" He whispers.
"What is it."
He gives the newspaper to me and points to a box outside a random article.
"Boston Gangs Threatens on New York City?"
A painful pang forms in my chest and I clutch the newspaper tighter in my palms.
"That's it, that's it I can't handle it." I growl.
"What??" Jack asks.
"I have to find them, I have to find out who did it or else we'll get so many more attacks and we're all gonna die. Jack, I can't handle it." My voice sounded cracked and broken and I could barely breath.
"But, Scr--"
"JACK. I've made up my mind."
I crumble the newspaper into a ball and shove it in one of my pants pockets.

~*~

"WHAT?!" Mush screams, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.
"Mush, I have to." I plead.
"No, no you can't. Please don't. And if you do, I'm coming with you."
"No you're not!! If something happens to you, I'll never forgive myself!!" I ty my best not to yell at the top of my lungs. Mush's face is red and his muscles are tensed."
"BUT WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU?!" He screams.
There was a short moment of silence.
"Well then, at least I died for a good cause." I whisper.
"No, stop it. STOP!!" He covers his ears and curls up into a ball.
"Please don't leave, please don't leave." He repeats over and over again.
"Mush, get up."
His hands and legs were trembling and his lips were quivering.
I hate seeing him like this, and when I leave, it's going to be so hard not to break down into tears because of this guy.
"I can help you." His shaky voice breaks.
"No, you can't. And I will be back."
"PLEASE!!" He shouts, breaking into tears all over again. I grab his shoulder and embrace him into a giant hug. His nails dig into my back and his face was buried in the crook of my neck as he sobbed his eyes out.
"Is Spot at least going with you?" His muffled voice asks.
"If that what makes you feel better."
"It does. Please let him go."
"Ok, I will."

One adventure ended, and another one began.

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