Confession
Disclaimer: No, no it's not mine. None of it. Walks away muttering about holding newsies hostage in exchange for rights to the characters
Pairing: Just a little SpotRace. It's not long at all. Just a small one shot.
Today was the day. Today was the day I confessed my secret of three years. It may have taken me a year to accept it and two years to get the courage to do it, but today I, Racetrack Higgins, confessed my love for Spot Conlon, Brooklyn newsie.
Ain't I the cheesiest? Well, today all the newsies, we was plannin' on getting' together in Brooklyn to celebrate. I knew this was the perfect chance. I knew I had to tell him. I had waited to long.
At about noon we started heading over. The whole time I was starting to lose it. I was thinking of all the 'what ifs', like what if he never wants to talk to me again and what if he's disgusted with me. I just couldn't take it. Jack knew something was up and kept lookin' at me. I just shrugged and said I was fine. That seemed to hold him off for a while, but all the other newsies knew something was up too.
It wasn't long before we hit the bridge. Right about then I started to back down, but a new defiance settled in. I just wanted to tell him. I didn't want to have to keep it a secret any more.
I think Jack knew something big was up so when we got there and greeted all the newsies he gave me a little space. I immediately found Spot. Boots and him were exchanging shooters as an old tradition. It was now or never, so I walked up to them and asked to talk to Spot alone. Spot looked a little edgy, but he seemed to trust me. We walked over to a closed off alley and stopped.
I looked at the ground, afraid that if I looked up at his face I wouldn't be able to do it. Spot cleared his throat and I was forced to look up.
"Well? What did ya want Race?" I stammered and I couldn't get a grip on myself. I wasn't ready. I wasn't prepared. I couldn't do it. Then I suddenly stopped and calmed myself. He looked at me questioningly and I took up my examination of the ground again. Inside I was thinking, do it! Do it! Do it now! So I did.
"Spot," I stated clearly and confidently, "I like you as more than a friend." He didn't have a reaction to that and I think it was because after I said his name the rest of the words came out as the softest whisper.
"Could you repeat that?" he asked, incredibly calm while I'm about to keel over and die from anxiety. I was dreading telling him, but I knew that if he didn't understand I'd make him.
"I… I- I like you as more than a friend, Spot." I had done it. Spot looked at me kinda funny and I wondered if he knew what I meant. All doubt of that was washed away when his eyes sprang to life and he searched for words. I knew that now was the time to make him understand.
Suddenly I pushed Spot against the wall and kissed him with as much passion and force and I could find. At first Spot tensed, but then he relaxed and started kissing with much more intensity than I thought possible. It was amazing, but as soon as it started it ended. We were both gasping for breath. I looked up and Spot grabbed my hand. He said, "I like you as more than a friend too, Race." He pulled me into an even more amazing kiss and I could faintly hear applause. When the kiss broke we looked out of the alley and there were all the newsies cheerin' and applaudin'. I didn't care though. I was just happy to have Spot, now and forever.