I should be out in that driveway, stoppin' you...tears should be rollin' down my cheek. And I don't know why Im not fallin apart like I usually do...and how the thought of losing yous not killin me...

Spot sighed. He did it again. He made Race leave and now he wasn't coming back. I shouldn't have yelled at him like that...damn it Spot...why do you have to be so harsh? He shook his head and walked back into the house. Race had left at least fifteen times in the last three months because of Spot. Spot recalled what they were fighting about and sighed once more. Spot never wanted a kid. He hated kids. They annoyed him. But Race loved kids. He wanted one more than anything. But Spot said no. I'm such a dumb ass... he kicked the wall and sat down. "Ah well..." he said to himself. "What's a guy gonna do eh? Maybe we can work this out...I hope we can...but I'm not going to beg and cry and wine. Not ever again. I'm done."

I feel bad...that I can stand here strong, cold as stone, it seems so wrong, I can't explain it. Maybe it's just I've cried so much, Im tired and Im numb baby I hate it. I feel bad. That I don't feel bad.

The next morning, Spot woke up. "Race?" he looked over and cursed, remembering that he had left last night. He couldn't get Race out of his head. He loved him so much...but he wasn't going to let himself give in. Not for something this stupid. I give up. he thought. He's not coming back. Im not going to force it on him. Uh-uh. He pulled his clothes on and stretched, looking out the window. He saw Mush and Blink walking down the street, on their way to their apartment. He frowned. If only him and Race were that perfect for each other...then they wouldn't fight so much. He walked downstairs and ate in silence, thinking about Race the whole time.

I can let myself be angry over wasted time...sad about throwin' love away...yeah I almost wish my heart was breakin' but I can't lie...All I wanna do is turn the page...

Spot was pacing back and forth, trying hard to forget about Racetrack with every step he took. It had been three days now and he was getting worried. What if he didn't come back? He shook his head. I'm trying to forget about Race...not worry! Dang it... he sighed and sat down, picking up the phone. He dialed Race's number.

"Hello?"

"Race?"

"Spot? What do you want?"

The doorbell rang, but Spot ignored it. This was more important at the moment. He had to get Race back. "Race...look. Im not going to beg this time. If your not coming back, fine. If you are then get back here. Now. You've had me worried. This is the longest you've been out and if your trying to scare me, stop okay? I love you and you know it so get your ass back over here before I drag you back."

"Eh, Spotty?"

"Yes?"

"Im...standin at the door."

"Oh..."

"Yeah...so answer it."

"Oh!" Spot stood and walked over to the door. He opened it and grinned.

"Ey."

"Ey..." They kissed and Spot pulled Race inside.

I feel bad...that I can stand here strong, cold as stone, it seems so wrong, I can't explain it. Maybe it's just I've cried so much, Im tired and Im numb baby I hate it. I feel bad. That I don't feel bad.

Race left again.

Spot smiled.

He knew he'd come back.

Now I don't feel so bad...