Christine ( A Spot Conlon Fanfic )

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Waking up in Spot's arms is always a great time. I smiled and rolled over, watching the sun cascade onto his fair skin.
"Spot wake up." I shook him gently and stood up. Spot soon woke up up and we walked back to the lodging house together, hand in hand.
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Once we arrived we were greeted by the boys. We smiled and said hello.

"Spot I need to go and talk to Jack and Race. Do you want to come?" I asked as I changed clothes. I slipped on my boots and leaned against the bed.

"Yeah, give me a moment." Spot called back. He came tumbling out of the bathroom. He had bruises all over his chest and he wore his signature smirk.

"Spot what'd you do?!" I exclaimed and walked over to him. He looked down at me and put his hand under my chin, lifting my head up.

"Nothing horrible. Don't worry about me. It's just a game me and the boys play." He smiled softly and kissed the top of my head. I nodded and turned around.

Spot followed me and we made small talk on our way to meet Jack and Race.
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"Jack shut up!" Romeo yelled and pushed passed us. I looked after him and chuckled before walking into the room.

"Why did you need me here?" I looked at Jack while Spot wrapped his arms around my waist.

"There's a new gang. They're threatening all of the newsboys and we need to stop them." Jack stated and looked at Spot. He nodded slightly, which Spot responded with a slight nod also. I choose to ignore it and looked back at Jack.

"Well who doesnit consist of?"

"We don't particularly know them. They're ex-newsboys from all over New York though. That's all the information I know of."

"Great." I muttered and looked across the room.

"Look me and Spot of something to do. If you find out anything else, call for me." I smiled and turned around quickly.

"So puppy what do you want to do?" I looked at Spot and smiled.

"Mmhmmm... We could start another strike." He joked.

"About what? Headlines read: Newsies strike again! Their new strike over overpriced hair care supplies!" I exclaimed, playing along with him.

"Chris." Spot stopped walking and looked at me.

"Mmmhmmm." I turned to look at him, only ro have him embrace me tightly.

"I love you, Chris. So much okay?"

"I know. I love you too but what's wrong?" I pulled away to look at him.

"Nothing it's just. We're always in dangerous situations and I always want you to know how I feel." Spot explained and kissed my forehead gently.

"I always know. No need to say ot over and over." I smiled and pecked his cheek.

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Wow sorry for not updating in 525,600 years or was it 24,601 years? Who knows.

I need ideas on what the gang should do!

Comment what you want to happen!

Thank you all for reading.