One-Shots!

Newsies: Bright and blinking evil

A/n: Happy holidays!

Prompt: Our families have been having an unspoken Christmas lights competition since you moved here and now I've finally met my rival.

Race walked out of his house and was immediately blinded by blinking lights. He looked away and started walking to the coffee shop quickly to avoid getting a headache. His parents and the people across the street had been having an unspoken Christmas light competition for as long as he could remember. The lights covered his front yard in neat rows, his family spent two hours getting all the lights up and now they could be seen from space. He looked at the house across the street, it looked like they were only halfway done, they probably took a break from the cold. Race had never met the people across the street, his parents had but he had opted to stay home and avoid social interaction. Supposedly they had a son but Race had no interest in meeting him.

He walked into the coffee shop and a bell dinged, his eyes were immediately drawn to a cute boy sitting at a table looking cold and annoyed, but he made his way to the counter instead. Crutchie was working the counter as usual, he couldn't carry trays to tables, but he was friendly and people liked him so the coffee shop hired him immediately. It was helpful for Race because Crutchie was his friend and the coffee shop was where he practically lived during the school year.  "Hey Crutch, can get a hot chocolate" Race asked before getting distracted by the cute boy again.

Crutchie smiled "Coming right up"

Race nodded towards the boy "Who's that?" If he came here a lot Crutchie might know him. Crutchie had a weird ability to remember people's names, even if he only met them once. It was an ability Race envied; he couldn't remember anyone's name and it caused him trouble occasionally.

He leaned over the counter to see who Race was looking at "His name is Spot. He comes in here almost as much as you do I think he lives in the neighborhood"

Race turned back to Crutchie "Really? I've never seen him" He was bad with faces, but the boy was cute enough that Race figured he would remember meeting and most likely flirting with him. "Name's Spot?"

"You go by Racetrack, I don't think you're in a position to tease people about their nicknames" Crutchie pointed out "He usually comes in around eight and you show up around eleven" he explained

That explained it, Race tried to avoid being awake before ten, Cute boy must be a morning person "He's cute"

Crutchie handed Race his drink "Ask him out!"

"I was planning on it" Race paid quickly and walked over to sit down at Spots table "My name is Race"

The boy; Spot glared at him "What do you want?"

Race smirked, he had a very strong Brooklyn accent "I want to get to know the cute boy"

"Okay..." Spot stared at Race, clearly wondering what he thought he was doing

Race leaned closer "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

"Really? That's the direction you want to go in?" Spot asked disbelievingly. The last time he heard that pick up line was in fourth grade.

Race pouted "I love crappy pick up lines" He turned back to the counter "Crutchie aren't pick up lines the best?"

Crutchie turned away from a customer and rolled his eyes at Race's question "You are the only person who thinks that, now let me do my job"

Spot laughed "Told you" he held out his hand "I'm Spot"

"I know"

Spot looked confused "How do you- Crutchie you traitor!"