New Boy (A Javid Story)

Spot

(Before you read this chapter, I just want to give some explanation on Race's home life. He lives with his grandparents, Giovanni and Maria Esposito. They are his mother's parents, and he was left at their house by his father when he was two years old. His biological mother died when he was six months old. Now, on with the story!)

Around seven o'clock that night, Race heard a knock on his door. He turned off his phone, getting up off his bed and jogging down the stairs. 

"I got it!" He yelled to his grandparents, opening the door. Spot was standing there, wearing a T-shirt and jeans with his hands in his pockets. 

"Hey, ya ready to go?" Spot asked, looking up at his boyfriend. 

"Yeah, just gimme a sec." Race held open the door, allowing Spot into his house. "Grandmother, Grandpa, I'm goin' out with Spot!" He yelled into the living room where his grandparents sat. 

"Oh, Spot is here?" Race's grandmother asked, putting down her magazine. "Let him in, let me see him."

"Hi, Mrs. Esposito." Spot walked through the doorway to the living room, a small smile on his face.

"I told you to call me Maria, dear." She hugged Spot lightly. "How have you been? How are your friends?" 

"I'm good. My friends is good. They loved your biscuits, Mrs. Esposito. They was all gone in about thirty seconds." He told the elderly woman. 

"Well, I'll send you home with some again." Maria made her way into the kitchen as Giovanni put down his newspaper. 

"You see the game last night, son?" He asked, walking over to shake Spot's hand like he did every time his grandson's boyfriend came over. 

"No, sir. I was out working." Spot informed. 

"Ah, well, if you're gonna miss a game, I suppose being hard at work is a fair reason." Giovanni nodded. Maria walked back into the room, holding a circular tin. 

"You bring these home to your boys. And don't let Anthony have any, he's had enough." She teased her grandson, who rolled his eyes. 

"I won't, Mrs. Esposito." 

"Maria." The woman corrected. 

"Maria." Spot nodded. 

"Well, you two better get moving." She started to push Race and Spot out the door. "Be careful."

"We will, grandma." Race smiled gently, kissing the old woman's cheek. The two walked out the door and started making their way down the street, hand in hand. 

"So, where is we headed?" Race asked, waving to a few shop owners as he walked by. 

"I was thinkin' Central Park? It's nice enough out tonight." Spot looked around a little. 

"Yeah, sounds good." Racetrack nodded, swinging their arms a little. The two walked through the streets of Manhattan, talking about school, work, their friends, and really anything. Then, Race brought up Davey. "There's this new kid in my school, Davey Jacobs. He's pretty nice. Jack is thinkin' of invitin' him ta the Christmas party." 

"It took me two years ta get invited ta the Christmas party an' he's gettin' invited within two hours?" Spot complained. 

"In Jack's defense, nobody knows what you think of him." Race pointed out. 

"And nobody ever will." Spot shook his head, causing Race to laugh a little. 

"It freaks him out, ya know. Every time he sees ya, he always bugs me afterwards, panicking over if ya like him or not." He chuckled. 

"Why does he care if I like him?"

"I dunno, but you does freak a lot of people out." Race pointed out. 

"Does I freak you out?" Spot asked, looking up at his boyfriend. 

"Nope." Race shook his head. 

"Then I don't really care." He shrugged. Race laughed a little, kissing his boyfriend on the head. They finally made it to the park, walking over to Conservatory Pond. The couple sat there for a bit joking around and laughing. Eventually, Racetrack tried to grab a biscuit from the tin. Spot slapped his hand and moved the tin. "Uh-uh. No way, Racer. I promised your grandmother I wouldn't let ya touch these, so you ain't touchin' em." 

Race groaned, reaching for them again, only to be slapped once more. "Aw, c'mon Spotty. I needs those things to live." 

"Well I guess you is gonna die, then, because I don't break my promises." Spot stood firm. 

"Please?" Race begged, trying his best puppy dog eyes. 

"No, Racer. " Spot shook his head again. Race tried to push Spot aside and reached for the tin, but ended up having his arm grabbed. Spot jolted him aside, moving the biscuit tin once again. 

"Oh, it's on, Conlon." Race cracked his knuckles. 

"Bring it, Higgins." Spot retorted. Race lunged for the tin again, only to miss it. He landed on Spot instead, who pushed him off, causing him to roll a few feet in the grass. Spot laughed, but was tackled again by Race. The shorter boy nearly rolled into the lake, causing Race to burst out laughing. "Oh, you're gonna get it now." Spot threatened. 

"Oh, am I?" Race teased, the biscuits forgotten about. Spot lunged forward, and Race moved to the side a bit. Still, he didn't move far enough because Spot caught hold of his arm. Race tried to jerk his arm free, but wasn't quick enough. Spot pulled him over and, in a flash, Race was the one almost in the water, and Spot was laughing. Racetrack moved back up, pushing his boyfriend down. The two wrestled for a moment until their faces were so close that their noses were touching. Race leaned down and kissed his boyfriend softly, causing Spot to wrap his arms around the taller boy. They stayed like that for a bit until Race broke away, moving off of Spot and into a position on the grass next to him. "It's beautiful out tonight." Race muttered quietly, looking up at the stars. 

"Yeah, it is." Spot nodded in agreement, turning his head a little to admire his boyfriend. The taller boy was in jeans and a white T-shirt with a red flannel over it. "Kinda don't wanna go back to Brooklyn." He mumbled. 

"Then don't." Race offered, turning to face Spot. "Stay over tonight." 

"It's a school night, Racer." He pointed out. "I can't." 

Race groaned. "You has a good point, but I has a better one: don't go to school tomorrow." 

"I can't skip school just cause my boyfriend looks cute." 

"Sounds like a fair reason to me." Race shrugged. 

"Alright then, you explain it to my principal." Spot challenged. 

"Ugh, fine. But you has to stay over this weekend." Race countered. 

"Deal." Spot nodded. 

"But we can stay out here a bit longer though, right?" Race bit his lip. 

"Of course." Spot nodded, taking his boyfriend's hand as they lay in the grass in the middle of Central Park, looking up at the stars once again.