Hollis/Scree: This is one of my most favorite Chapters! 1., because half this stuff REALLY happened, and 2., because Spot's half naked in my house =P. Don't worry, It's nothing bad!
Delia: NOTHING BAD!!?!?! Do you know how STRANGE it is having a boy from 1899 New York walking around you house naked!?
Hollis/Scree: STRANGE!?!?! Dude I'd pay BIG money to have Spot in my house! O.O Anyway, on with the chappie!
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Spot Conlon 1882 to…2009? Chapter Seven, Happy Fourth?...
Spot's POV
July 4th, 2009
For once, Spot had woken up before Delia, his eye lids blinking away the sleep from his gray blue eyes.
Delia and Spot had slowly gotten used to sleeping on the same bed, so they weren't glued to the wall or, for Delia's matter, falling off the bed.
Spot stared up at the black metal above him for a moment before he turned his head towards Delia.
She was breathing a little deeply and her right hand was up by her cheek, her fingers curled slightly.
Spot stared at her for a long while, his stormy eyes trying to read her expression as she slept.
Her slightly rounded cheeks were relaxed and her lips were parted only about a centimeter apart. Her hair, messy after a night's sleep, was covering half her face, the blonde shining in the sun.
Wait.
Sun.
Delia never opened the windows in her "cave", so someone else must have opened them before he'd woken up.
Taking his eyes off the window and back to Delia, Spot noticed that he had brought his hand from behind his head and brushed the hair back from Delia's face, making her stir softly in her light sleep.
Spot's index finger rested lightly on her cheek before he took his hand from her and looked up again.
"Mornin'…" He heard at his ear.
He turned his head, looking into those similar river blue eyes. Not more than just a second ago, she'd been asleep.
"Hullo…" He murmured, his right eyebrow raising.
"You know what today is?" Delia asked, a smile painted across her lightly tanned face.
"Nah, wut's taday?" Spot asked sarcastically, giving Delia one of his infamous glares.
"Forth of July, duh! Come on; help me get Ian up!" Delia chuckled, picking her feet up and pushing the mattress above her with her feet.
Spot rolled his eyes, crawling out of the bed; he didn't want to be between them when they started their spat.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Ian snarled, rolling over on to his side, glaring down at Spot.
Spot put his hands up, telling him, "Do't blame me."
Ian rolled his eyes and decided he didn't want a fight this morning, so he jumped off the bunk and strolled out of the room.
"You know, we're having a block party, and you'll get to meet everyone." Delia smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, although once she looked up at Spot, her smile faded, "Uh oh…"
Spot looked behind himself then turned back and blinked at Delia.
"Wut? Ya seein' a ghost?" He asked, fingering his cane which never left his side.
"No… two things; your name. You can't tell people your name is Spot… that's just really strange." Delia explained, standing up in black shorts and a white t-shirt.
Spot nodded; he'd thought of this already.
"Den I'll jus use my real name." Spot told her, sitting at her side.
"Oh? You have a real name? Thanks for telling me." Delia chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"Yea; it's Michael. Dat's wut me parents called me." Spot said, rubbing his eyes.
"Hmm… Michael… Ok. Now the second thing; your clothes. You've been sleeping and living in those clothes since we met, and you probably should get a shower." Delia told him, looking up from her lap.
"Oh… well I had't tawt about dat…" Spot admitted, running his hand through his darkish blonde hair. He glanced down at his dirty and worn clothes; it might be ice to wear something else for a change… but it might be different, telling people his name was Michael. If he tried to tell them his name was Michael and they tried to call him, he'd probably take no notice.
"Well… you're about Ian's size so you might be able to borrow some of his clothes. Go ask him; I need to take a shower. See ya in a bit."
At that, Delia spun around, grabbed some clothes from the closet and drawers and left the room, turning towards her mothers bathroom.
Spot nodded his head ad went off to search the house for Ian.
He found him just exciting the second bathroom, scratching the top of his head.
"Hey, Dilya said dat I should ask youse foah some clothes and dat I shuld take a showah." Spot told Ian, stopping him in his tracks.
"Oh really? K, well… I'll go grab some clothes and you just wait in the bathroom." Ian told him, brushing passed him to go to the bedroom.
Spot walked lightly into the bathroom; it had cork tiles like most of the house, brown tiles that reminded him of dirt, and plain walls.
Well… not really plain. There was writing on the wall, and all over too. Above the toilet, over the white bathtub and even where the mirror was supposed to be.
Ian had walked in silently while he was surveying the bathroom.
"I left the clothes in the room because Delia's taking the first shower." Ian told him, looking at the walls.
"Wut 'appened heah?" Spot asked, signaling to the walls.
"Well… mom was planning on putting new wall paper up and when she took the old stuff off she found really old doodles, writing, sayings, all the stuff. So whenever people come over, we tell 'em to write on the wall so… ta-daa." Ian explain, "Delia wrote one of my favorites."
Ian pointed to a piece of the wall that had black hand writing on it.
Spot stepped over to the wall reading: "You're a great friend, but it we ever get chased by brain eating zombies, I'm tripping you. =3 ~Delia"
Spot raised an eyebrow, a smirk sliding across his face.
"Brain eatin' zombies, eh? Where'd she come up wit dat?" Spot asked, looking back at Ian.
"I dunno… Myspace I suppose?"
Spot just stared at him.
"Uh… I dunno." Ian finished, "Come on; let me explain what thing's you'll be using when you take your shower."
So Ian showed Spot shampoo, conditioner and the soap he'd use and then left him to go watch TV.
Spot looked at the stuff Ian had given him before putting the stuff on the counter and wandering down to the door Delia was behind. Spot leaned back against the creamy white walls, waiting for her to exit.
He had to wait a while, though; girls being girls took longer then guys in the shower, and it wasn't just a fact.
Finally, the sound of water stopped and after a few more minutes, out came Delia dressed in purple mix matched socks, purple skinny jeans, a red shirt and dripping dark brown hair.
She glanced up, blinking slightly.
"Hey." She smirked, whipping her hair with a light green towel.
"Interestin' outfit." Spot chuckled, raising an eye brow.
"Oh, haha. Like yours' is any better!" Delia muttered, flicking her fingers at Spot, making water droplets hit his face.
"Anyway, it's your turn, so go." Delia stalked passed him, flicking her wet hair in his face.
Spot only shook his head before he walked down the hall to the other bathroom and closed the door.
His shower was faster then Delia's, but a lot longer then one he'd take back at home.
Home...
Sure, he missed his newsies, but he'd never admit it out loud. But he had a few questions he wished would be answered. Like... why was he sent here? Who sent him here? And would he ever get home? And if not, where would he live? He could live with Delia and her family his whole life... and what he read the night before... could he-
"GAH!" Spot gasped, rubbing his eye like crazy. Soap bubbles had dripped down from his hair and into his eyes, causing a nasty stining.
After rinsing out his hair, and eye, he excited the shower and grabbed a towel. Only when he started drying did he realize Ian had left the clothes he was to use in the bedroom.
Wrapping his towel around his waist and holding it securly, Spot, dripping and wet, left the bathroom and shuffled down the hall into the bedroom. Delia must have heard him because she turned around in her gray chair with a smile. But the smile didn't last long. It fell and her eyes widened slowly at the sight of a half naked Spot before she whiped around.
"Uhh... yeah?" She asked, her cheeks redening.
"Ian was supposed ta git me sum clothes but he left 'em in heah." Spot said, a smirk sliding across his face.
"They're on the bed..." Delia answered quickly, looking down at the cat sketch she was working on.
"Can ya get 'em foah me?" Spot asked kindly, although inside he was laughing.
"Can't you get them?" Delia asked with a slight snarl.
"I do't wanna git dah capet wet." Spot said, his smirk widening. He liked the affect he had on girls when he was shirtless.
"I always get the carpet wet." Delia hissed, becoming angered.
"Please?" Spot asked softly.
Delia waited a few seconds before she let out a sigh/groan, stood, grabbed the clothes off the bed and stalked over to Spot, her head tilted down while her eyes watched the floor.
Spot chuckled lightly while he tied the towel tightly around his waist, took the clothes in his left hand and brought his right one up to Delia's face, placing his index finger lightly under Delia's chin and lifting her face to his, their noeses only inches apart.
"Tank you..." He said quietly, seeing Delia's ear redden.
He gave her a quick smile before he turned around and walked back into the bathroom to change.
While changin into the strange clothes, Spot thought over what he'd just done.
He hadn't intended on doing that in the first place, but it had felt right to do... He thought back to last night when he read what Delia had put in her Diary. Could he love her...?
No.
Love?
Never.
Spot Conlon loving?
Impossible...
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Once Spot had changed into the clothes Ian gave him, blue jeans, a slightly tight white t-shirt and black hightops, Delia had yanked him outside.
There were about three different little parties happening; one next door to Delia, one infront of the abandoned house on the corner just across from Delia's house, one about five houses down, whom Delia braely knew, and one next to them.
"So... uh, which one is we goin' to?" Spot asked, glancing down both streets that made a _| shape.
"Well... my mom and dad are next door, so I guess we'll go Cameron and Corbins." At that Delia took off down the tree to the house on the other side of the family that Delia didn't know.
Spot rolled his eyes and slowly followed after her. By the time he reached the house, Delia was standing by a large table piled with food.
Spot's jaw almost dropped.
That was enough food to feed his newsies all year if they ate small portions. Times had really changed...
Delia had moved from the table and was talking to a tall tan guy with straightened black hair who had a slim form and a skate board. He wore a blue shirt and blue skinny jeans with vans.
"Who's this guy?" The guy asked, looking at Spot.
"This is my friend S-" Delia stopped herself. Spot wasn't a normal name.
"Michael." Spot cut in quickly shoving his hands in his pockets like he'd seen Ian do.
"I'm Jordan." He replied to Spot before he looked back at Delia, "Where's Ian?"
"Oh, he's at home. He says he's "not feeling good."" Deli muttered, using air quotes.
"Hmm... Ok. Well where's he from?" Jordan asked, changing the subject once again.
"I'm from New Yoik. I met Delia on Myspace and I had ta come heah foah duh summah, so I tought I'd meet her." Spot said, thinking quickly.
Delia blinked quickly before nodding her head, giving Spot a smile.
"Huh. Ok. So Michael, do-"
"Just call me Spot." Spot cut in quickly. If people tried calling him Michael, he'd probably forget they were talking to him.
"Spot?" Jordan asked, his brown eyebrows knitting, "What kind of name is that? You're not a dog are you?"
Spot clenched his fists in his pockets, but remained calm.
"Just a name my family gave me." He said softly, trying not to glare.
"Hmm... well I'm going to go get Cameron." And at that, Jordan left.
"I already hate 'em." Spot spat {{Lolz, Spot spat... ADD!!}} to Delia once Jordan was out of ear shot.
"Yeah... I know. He's not the best of guys." Delia said, looking down.
"You really shuldn't be hanin' around 'im." Spot told her, honestly hoping she'd listen.
Delia's head shot up and she looked at him carefully before her jaw clenched.
"I can take care of myself, thanks." She said sourly before she grabbed a cookie off the table and walked off.
Damn...
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The parties continued on slowly. Ian didn't arrive until late and they all really just sat around and ate. Then came the fire works. Each tiny party had it's own seperate fire works, so there were always four going off at once. Jordan, Cameron, a tall 16 year old with brown hair and brown eyes, and Corbin, a short 14 year old with curly brown hair and brown hair, had taken some sparklers, broken then, put the powder on the ground, about 5 sparklers all together, and lit them, blinding everyone.
The parties started packing up after that and Spot and Delia stayed behind to help.
"Hey." Jordan said aproaching Delia, "Cameron's going to bring his projector to my house and we're going to watch a movie in the ping pong room. Wanna come?"
"Sure, I'll ask my mom and text you." Delia smiled.
Sot only understood a few words in their sentances... projector, movie, ping pong, and text were words he still needed to learn.
They started their way back to the house.
"You don't mind, do you? If I got watch a movie?" Delia asked hopfully.
"Jordan's gonna be dere, right?" Spot asked, looking ahead of himself.
"Yes..." Delia said quietly, looking up at him.
"Well den yes, I do mind." Spot told her.
"You're not my mother, you know!" Delia hissed, kicking a rock on the side walk.
"Den I'm comin wit chou." Spot said, looking at her, his eyes strangly soft.
Delia blinked but nodded.
"Alright."
After much persuasion that nothing would happen and that Cameron and Spot would be there to keep her safe, Delia's father said it was alright. So Delia and Spot grabbed some pillows off her bed and walked to Jordans house.
It wasn't his house, though. His grandparents lived there and he spent the night there once in a while. They reached the house with Cameron right behind then. They walked into what would be considered a living room with a ping pong table, falling apart, in the center, and a giant wall at one end. They helped move the breaking ping pong table back to the other wall and moved a yellow couch so they could watch the movie. They set the projector up on the ping pong table then realized that they'd have to duck down to watch the movie. So while Cameron set up the projector behind them, Jordan sat down on the far right of the couch, Delia flopping down next to him, the pillow in her lap.
Spot smiling lightly to himself before he sat down between them, his pillow behind his back.
Delia rolled her eyes, giving Spot a glance. He was smirking. What else?
Delia rolled her eyes while Cameron sat on her other side and started the movie. First he put in this really old movie that was supposed to be scary, but it wasn't, of course, so he got back up and put a different movie in; The Bucket List.
Although they were pretty quiet throughout the movie, except for Joardan complaining that it was boring and then cracking his iPhone screen when he threw it up and miss, but Spot's attention never left Delia and Cameron. He was being strange... Him and Delia kept fighting. Not fist fighting, but.... him poking her and she'd poke him back. Or his leg knocking hers and she doing it back. This irritated Spot, of course. He was starting to think he should have sat on that side.
At one point during the movie, Cameron had said his arm hurt and put his arms up above Delia's, his hand close to Spot's face. He could have bit him... he would have too, if Delia hadn't suddenly complain.
"Wow it's hot... Jordan, do you have any shorts I can borrow?" She asked, yawning.
"Sure, come on." So he and Delia walked to him room just a few feet away and Cameron's arm fell lower.
They came back, Delia announcing all he had were swim trunks. She went to sit back down but saw Cameron's hand and hesitated, but only briefly before she flopped down with Cameron's arm over her shoulders.
Delia gave Spot a wide eyed looked.
Cameron's hand was touching his shoulder, and once again he would have bit him.
"Move over a bit." Cameron murmured, scooting over... towards Delia.
Delia did as he said and his arm wrapped around her shoulders, his hand laying on her arm.
At this point, Delia gave Spot a "Please-help-me-I-don't-know-what-the-heck-he's-doing" look, but Spot didn't know what to do. He was confused, a battle clashing in his mind. Was he... jealous of Cameron?
No. Stop thinking those things, Spot. You're not jealous of that fuc-
He stopped himself. He... was?
He didn't move the rest of the movie.
The movie ended and when Spot looked at Delia, she was asleep in Cameron's arm. Now that was ticking him off.
"I've got to go to the bathroom... can you hold her?" Cameron asked, looking at Spot.
Spot raised his eyebrow but nodded, lifting his left arm and taking Delia's shoulder lightly. He carefully slipped his arm around her shoulders and let her lean her head against his shoulder. Delia let out a little sigh, moving her head lightly against Spot's shoulder.
At first, Spot stared down at her, his muscles tense and his breath stopped, but he relaxed, his hand falling to her arm lightly.
Delia shrugged a little bit, once again closer to Spot. She crossed her arms, her hand coming to rest on his hand on her arm. This felt... right...
And then he came back, thanked Spot and took Delia back, his arm over her shoulder and his hand playing with her arm.
This time she woke up , yawning and standing up.
"What time is it?" She asked groggily.
"About one thirty." Jordan mumbled, standing up.
"Wow... well I think we should go. Thanks guys." Delia smiled before she turned to the door.
"See ya Michael." Jordan said.
Spot nodded.
"Yeah."
Well... one thing he knew. These people from the future were crazy...
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There it is! Sorry it took so long! Most of this stuff ACCTUALLY happened! Including the arm around my shoulders. I was completely shocked and when i asked Jordan if he liked me, he said-... Well. You'll see. This isn't over just yet =3. REVIEW!!! I'm Also going to be making a character sheet that shows every characters name and what they look like, so keep your eyes open for that! AND, I'm leaving for VBS THIS Monday! It lasts this Monday the 20th to the 24th, and I'll try to type a quick chapter during the weekend, and then Monday the 27th to Friday the 31st! I shall be gone a LONG time and I shall miss all of you! Don't worry, the chapters will be coming faster now! I've got the WHOLE week worked out.
Wait... You must be thinking, "Whole week? What?" What I mean is, Spot Conlon is in a WHOLE WEEK of me life and real things are happening that happened to me in the realness! So yeah, it's all good! 'Cept for the last day Spot's here.... Then you'll see... I LUV YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING!!!!!!! THANKS!!!!!!!!! REVIEW SOME MORE! I DON'T BITE!!!
~Me
