3 Words 8 Letters- A Spot Conlon Fanfiction

~Chapter Thirty Three~

"Spot, Spot it's okay."
My voice is strained from the amount of times I've told him that specific sentence. Of course, he wasn't crying anymore, but he just stared blankly at the wall in front of him, a scowl plastered loosely on his face.

"N-Now," He stutters, "Scratch we need to leave right now!!"
I purse my lips together into a thin line and just look at him.

"But--"
"Please," He begs, one of his hands shooting to grip on my shoulder. I don't even know what's going on, I'm not even one hundred percent sure why he was crying, I'm just so dumbfounded and it makes me feel so helpless.

So, I have no choice.

"Fine," I sigh, "We'll leave."

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I grab the satchel I brought with me to Westchester, and steal a couple blankets from William's house.
Outside, it seemed so distilled. There was just a cold, stale wind blowing, and the sky was so grey it made shadows cast on the ground. Our shoes crunched in the leftover snow from about two or three nights ago.

"Mind telling me what's going on?" I ask.
It took him a while to answer, but eventually, he did.

"Later."

That one word angered me, but I didn't show it. It repeated in my head over and over and over again.

Later.

Later.

Later.

"Okay," I whisper.

A large gust of wind blew, my hair shagging in my face and a few strands in my mouth. A staggered in my steps and spit them out, glancing at Spot.
His hair only blew a little bit, and it looked really soft. I just could reach it and touch it, but I decided against it.
He walked smoothly with his hands my his side but his face was still like a complex book with  big words no one could understand.

Not even me.

I tried so hard, even squinting straight at him but I just couldn't and it was so frustrating that I wanted to pull my hair out.

Speaking of hair, it's blowing into my mouth again.

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I don't even know where we're going, but apparently Spot does. He knows exactly where we're going, which paths to take and which roads to walk across.

"Spot," I sigh for the millionth time, "Spot freaking Conlon, how do you know which way to go??"

Again, a moment of silence.

"Later," He mutters, "Because right now--"
He walks in front of me, stopping me in my tracks and crosses his arms, giving me a soft glare.
I raise a bored brow, "May I help you?" I say sarcastically.

"Yeah, you can actually," He smirks. I haven't seen that smirk in a while, and it sent shudders up my spine. I tried to walk, but my feet were glued to the ground.

But I really couldn't comprehend what happened next, because it happened so fast. His lips were suddenly on mine, his hand formed into a fist with my shirt curled in the midst. I forgot how it felt when he did that, a surge of electricity shooting through my veins and the feeling of need and lust just overflowing.

He pulled away, and I could feel my lips swelling.

"We'll definitely do that again," He whispers--

--"Later."

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UGH FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER AMIRITE.

Ok so I have accomplished making another one of my friends obsessed with newsies. Ikr. Best accomplishment everrrr. So we started this thing called the underscore squad where we have accounts with underscores and we either write about newsies or tøp. In this case ITS SPRACE!! I love sprace so much idk about you. She uploaded three chapters already and the plot is not what you expect and it's AMAZING AND SHES SO GOOD AT WRITING OMG.

Account: @the_ambastards

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