A/N: I wrote this back in the spring during rehearsals one day. When I first got into the fandom, I went along with everyone saying Spot's eyes were amazing. But then I started looking myself, and I realized they weren't! (I know now, of course, that it was simply the quality of the screen caps. His eyes are really quite pretty.) So I wrote this. Originally, I was just messing around, writing as myself/unknown person, and next thing I know, it turns out to be Blink! Strange, I know. This is the story where I first came up with Brick, who I now use in any story that requires Spot to have a second-in-command. It was also the first fic I ever finished. In Exchange for Manhattan was ready to go, though, and this wasn't. This is dedicated to Hilo, my first ever reviewer (squee!), and Awkward. Qail. (whose name refuses to format correctly), who not only reviewed, but added me to her "Favorites" list -- for authors AND for stories (double sqee!). Thanks a ton, you awesome people you!
Everyone says his eyes are gorgeous. But I don't think so. When I look at them, all I see are circles of lifeless iron. There's nothing "gorgeous" about them.
Well. Most of the time.
Most of the time, Spot's eyes stay that emotionless gray, even when he's angry or amused. But there are a few times – and you really have to look for them – when they seem to take on a brilliant color. Like when he's furious. His eyes turn an emerald green, and they burn like fire. Or on those very rare occasions when he's euphoric. Then his eyes become sky blue and shine like stars on a clear night.
I've seen his eyes green quite a few times, the most memorable being when Jack turned scab. I never thought I'd have the chance to see them when he was truly happy.
It happened a couple of months ago. Race, Skittery, Itey and I were in Brooklyn one night for a game of poker. It was late, and Skittery and Itey were broke. Race went back to Manhattan with them -- his pockets were full and he knew when to quit. I stayed and ended up losing al my money to Spot's right-hand man, Brick. Eventually, he and the rest of Spot's newsies turned in for the night, leaving him and me alone in the room.
Spot looked over at me and I stared back, unable to look away. Suddenly, Spot's eyes underwent an incredible transformation: they took on a brilliant turquoise hue, sparkling like the river does on a sunny day. At the same time his lips twitched up into a little half-smile.
It was the most beautiful I had ever seen Spot. At that moment, he looked, so handsome, so lovely, so happy, that I thought the boy sitting next to me wasn't as one that had been there a second ago. I was overcome with feelings so strong that I couldn't help myself.
I think that's why I kissed him that night.