Disclaimer: No ownage of Newsies. Also don't own the song Sunday Morning 6 A.M.
"Shit, Spot. Do you have any idea how late it is? You said you'd be home by fucking midnight!"
"It's six in the morning. Have you been up waiting for me?" Spot rubbed his temples and sat down at the table in the apartment he shared with his boyfriend Jack (and their mutual friend Racetrack).
Jack refilled his mug of coffee, then filled another and handed it to Spot. "Yeah, I have. You'd better have a damn good excuse for keeping me up till six in the morning, because we have school today and I got no sleep."
All three boys sharing that apartment were seniors in high school, and all of their futures were unsure.
"Jack..." Spot took a sip of his coffee. "I'm sorry. There were some... complications with one of my clients, and it took a long time to sort out..."
Under his breath, Jack muttered, "Jesus Christ." Then, louder, so Spot could hear, he added, "Why do I put up with this? You know I don't approve of you dealing! And to keep me up till six in the fucking morning on a school day because of it...!"
"Hey, look at the bright side—at least I'm not dealing in anything that's strictly speaking illegal."
"What about E? Did you give that up or something?"
"Ah... no, that's the only illegal thing I sell, though. Besides, it gets us good money. It pays both our shares of the rent and then some. And I didn't ask you to stay up and wait for me. You should have slept."
From the door, Racetrack's voice asked, "What's going on?"
"Nothing," the couple said in unison.
"Look, Spot... we'll talk about it later."
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That night, Racetrack went out with one of his many "girlfriends". They were really just glorified whores, but nobody said anything about it.
Spot cooked a small, simple meal of pasta, and set the table with their best plates and silverware. He even put out candles (although he didn't light them) and cloth napkins. When the two sat down, the air was thick with tension. It reminded Jack of a first date.
Shortly after the meal began, Jack began talking. "Spot, what if you get caught?"
"Then I'm going to hell."
"What if you get addicted to something?"
"What if I already am? What if that's why I sell?"
A/N: Yeah, just a TINY oneshot I wrote... it's kind of an introduction to a story I'm working on right now (yeah, I know—I should be concentrating on the many chaptered fics I already started, not starting a new one). It's like a prolouge type of thing, but it's an event that, if anything, would occur during the story, not before it.