I've always had a crush on the king of Brooklyn. I hid my feelings and I didn't go over there a lot but because of him helping us with the strike, I've developed a crush. I mean he's just so cute, and badass. It's everything I want in a guy, we hung out during the strike but I haven't seen 'im much every since. I was walking on the Brooklyn bridge just thinking how all hope is lost. I stopped and rested my chin in my hands.
"He won't ever notice me, why do I bodda trying." I said to myself, looking down at the water, I wanted to cry but after so many times of holding back my tears I just couldn't let them go at this time of need.
"Why bodda dress ta impress when he won't even come near me or look at me or better yet even tink a me."
I didn't think anybody was listening, sure there were people walking by me but nobody pays attention to me, I'm practically a ghost, they all just look right through me and choose not to see me.
"I think about you all of the time."
I hear someone's voice say from behind me, I quickly dart me head around in fear. It was Spot Conlon, the kind a Brooklyn. I blushed, I hope he didn't know I was talking about 'im, dat would be embarrassing. I should probably tell him so I can get rejected and move on with my life.
"Spot, Ise got somethin to tell you." I said and sighed, he came up to me.
"No, let me tell you somethin foist."
He leaned in and kissed me, the king of Brooklyn was kissin me. I couldn't believe it, my heart was racing it was practically beating out of my chest. I remembered to kiss back, our lips moved in sync. He pulled me closer to him, I didn't want to pull away but I was running out of air. Just a bit longer, I want to savor this moment and keep it forever.
Spot pulled away and the feeling that I just felt subsided, but my heart was still racing from that amazing kiss.
"I... I like yous y/n. I liked yous since da foist time ya came ta Brooklyn." He smiled, I gave him a big smile while blushing a little.
"I like ya too Spot."
He pulled me in for a hug, his body warmth suddenly made me realized that I was cold, I only had short sleeves on and it gets cold at night in New York. Spot pulled away but kept his hands on my shoulders.
"I hope yous was talkin bout me on earlier."
"I was," the panic in Spot's eyes subdued his face softened to a warm expression that felt as if the whole world was given to me just by him looking at me.
"Y/n, will yous be my goil?" I nodded and he brought in for another kiss, this one was just as good as the first. I never wanted this passion to end.
