Sprace Chatroom {Discontinued}

Eleven

David: Why don't you just tell him since you're freaking out so much?

Race: I am not

Race: and no if he doesn't remember then I'm not going to tell him

Race: why ruin something that just got fixed like a week ago?

David: Fine but at least think about it.

David: It's not right keeping something like this from someone.

  Race knew David had a point. The longer he waited to tell Spot, the angrier Spot'll be. It's bad enough he's waited this long.

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  Spot was busy pacing his room. There were so many thoughts rushing through his head. Race and him have always been close, but he wasn't sure why he wanted to be closer. He's thought about this ever since Jack's party.

  The sound of his phone going off snaps him back into reality. He hesitantly picks it up and sees a message from Race. His heart skips a beat.

  He places a hand on his chest, shaking the feeling off before responding.

Race: Hey, you there?

Spot: yeah what's up

Race: I need to tell you something

  Spot held his breath. He was worried about what Race was going to say. Does he not want to be friends anymore? Was he just trying to be nice last week? What if he doesn't like me anymore?

Spot: what is it

Race: well... I don't know how to say it

Spot: Stop stalling and just tell me

Race: Remember Jack's party a while back?

Race: Spot?

Race: Spooooottt?

  Spot had dropped his phone. He really doesn't want to be friends anymore. Why else would he bring that up? Spot quickly picks his phone up and responds with a lie.

Spot: Pizza guy. You were saying?

Race: Right

  Race groaned. He hoped Spot broke his phone, dropped it in a pot of boiling water. Race knew it was too late to back out. Now he has to tell Spot about Jack's party.

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Sorry if Spot seems a bit out of character. I just wrote this in class so it's a bit wonking in my opinion. I hope you enjoyed it!