Little Cigars Little Muffins: Racetrack Higgins

Chapter Twelve

My throat is throbbing and I don't even care. A door flings open to reveal light. A bright light beams through the door blinding me for a few seconds before it is revealed that the two boys who kidnapped me before are present in front of me. However behind him I see a boy in a familiar blue plaid shirt. Race really did come to see me, I would hug him but the boys stand in my way. Actually no, I have given them an easy enough time kidnapping me, it is time I show them a hard time. 
I stand up quickly hitting my head on a shelf in the closet, but I continue to push forward. The boys seemed shocked and see put off gaurd by my sudden action. This give me enough time to grab Race's hand and start running. I lead us out of the window and onto the street. We are running somewhere, where to, I don't know. However I do know that when we get there I am going to apologise. I am ripped out of my thoughts when I see in a woman's purse a package of gum. It could be a nice offer to soothe the tides before we talk. I look back briefly to see if I have enough time to change sides of the road.  I don't have much time but I think we can do it, I cross the road at a diagonal placing us just behind her. My hand is in her purse, I can basically feel it when I am pulled away into an alley. We are squatting behind some crates when we hear the boys run by. The second their heavy footsteps are out of earshot I bring Race in for a hug. Holding in so tightly I don't think I would of ever let go if it wasn't for me wanting to talk.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been so insensitive" I speak first.
"No, I'm sorry for telling you that you can't do something that I do" Race admits his hypocrisy.
"I'm also sorry for keeping you from work" I say sheepishly.
Race lets out a chuckle and beings to speak, "trust me I would rather be here with you than selling some fake story" he says pulling me into another hug. I have an idea, I pull Race up by his collar earning some flirty remark.
"Just shut up and follow my lead" I say, leaving the alley and walking straight towards a near by bodega. They have to sell some gum. I have a few pennies in my pocket it should be enough to get some.
I browse the shelf quickly and spot a pack of 12 for two pennies. The man at the counters eyes are on Spot who is a few aisles away from me, I could easily palm it into my skirt pocket.
Instead I simply grab the gum and walk up to the counter, prompting Race to follow, but I angle my body in a way so he couldn't see our transaction. Saying thank you to the owner I leave with an extremely bewildered Race.
"What did you get" is a continuous saying that leaves his lips as we walk back to my apartment.
My building is in sight as we turn the corner but Race stops.
"Why won't you tell be what you got?" Race says, "and I am not moving until you do". He is basically throwing a tantrum, and it only wants me to keep it a secret longer.
"Patience, you'll find out soon enough, but for now I need to feel Sophia" I say, and Racetrack reluctantly follows. We walk up to the second floor and I fumble with my key for a second before getting the lock to open. Once the door is open I am immediately greeted with Sophia pawing at the bottom of my dress. It is her way of showing affection. As I walk over to her food bowl I notice her absence and I turn around and she is sniffing Race. Sophia is the paranoid type isn't she, but once she hears her food hit the bowl she immediately loses interest.
The realization of my dirty clothes hits me. "Do you mind if I change" I ask Race.
"Can I watch" he asks with his signature smirk. I simply point to the bathroom and he understands. He saunters over and closes the door.
Before I start getting undressed I put the gum on the kitchen counter. Now that I am no longer carrying any valuables, I begin to undo my corset. Leaving me in just a white button up a vest, my white stockings, white pants, and a skirt. Why must we wear so many layers, it is madness.
Eventually I get to my bottom layer of white tights and my button up, am I even going to leave my house. What is the point of getting dressed. Then the boy in my bathroom shouts something. Right, him. Do I need to get all dressed up for him though, are we that close yet. Are we even official? Now I need to know.
"Hey Race I say, knocking on the door" I am so nervous. Maybe I shouldn't even ask him.
"Tell me you are done getting ready" he says.
"Maybe, but I have questions first" I say.
"Shoot"
"Are we official, like are we dating?" I say sheepishly through the door.
"I sure hope so" I can practically see his smug smirk though the door, "because if not I just ran across Manhattan for nothing".
Is it still to forward to just wear my under dress. Maybe I'll just take off the tights and put on one of my cotton slips. It takes me a few seconds to rummage through my closet by I eventually find an off-white slip that is decent enough for company. Once I turn around on my heels I notice Race leaning against the door frame of my bathroom.
"How long have you been standing there" I say blood rushing to my cheeks. Race sees the blush and gives a light chuckle before begining of to approach me.
"Not long enough" he says, still shamelessly staring at me.
"To think I bought gum for such a pervert" this catches his attention. I turn around briefly motioning towards the small pack of gum on the counter. Racetrack immediately walks over to the counter, putting out his cigar on his shoe and placing it in his pocket. He fumbles with the package a bit before placing a piece of the gum into his mouth.
I come up behind Race hugging him from behind, swaying our hips ever so slightly. This moment could last forever and I would be over the moon, just Race and me. We are swaying to an unheard rhythm but we manage to stay on beat with eachother. Until Race spins himself around, now facing me. He crouches down to my level tilting his head to the side. Silently signalling to me to do the same, as we get closer I can smell the bubble gum on his breath. Just as we were about to connect he begins to blow a pink bubble, getting a little on my nose.
"Asshat" I say, instinctively whipping my nose.
"That isn't ladylike" he says, laughing.
"You say that as if you are a gentleman" I return the compliment.
What have I gotten myself into?