Heya! I know it's been a while! I just moved from NY USA to Londan UK. Although its a great thing for a young writer to be in different surroundings I missed my friends and my boyfriend. I had a mini depression and my English school gave me lotta HOMEWORK! But now I'm back. Another chapter will be up later.
Who cares if you diagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you King of Anything
-King of Anything by Sar Bareilles
I must have been a complet idiot going to the market alone. Why? Because Spot fuckin Conlon bodies keep following me and won't leave me be. I swear I must have turned around about five times and told the to piss off and go to hell. I swear when I find Conlon I'm gonna make sure he never has kids and goes to...
"Hey Colt!" someone screamed
"Hey Race!" I screamed at the Italian that came jogging behind. Durning the week I've been back I started remembering names and other small crap. Race was one of my best friend befor I urr...will say um...put away from my family and friends. He made me laugh and apparently was the one that introduced my to the Ego of Brooklyn(which is Spot). When he told me that I socked him in the shoulder. I laughed so hard that day I had almost passed out.
"So what's up?" I asked as he came closer. He held out a piece of paper. Conlon your really getting on my nerves!
"Oh God!" I sighed starting to turn around. Race grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.
"Hey! Ho! Hey! Listen, I'se know that your annoyed but.."
I am!
"I'se really think you'se should give him a chance 'cause I'se know that both you'se and Spot's bodies are getting pretty tired of following you around all day."
"Yes I am! Why in hell can't he get it through that Ego head of his...I don't like him I will nevah like him and if he wants to have his little bodies do nothing all day then go right ahead! Cause he isn't getting anywheah with this!" I practically screamed at him. Race by that time had took his hands off my shoulders and slapped the note on my basket.
"Just in case you'se wanna know." he stated defeated. Turning himself around, hands in pocket he disappeared into the crowd. I looked at the note.
"Bastard..bitch...annoying big headed arrogant Ego factory..." I muttered to myself walking away but stop looking back at the crowd then to the note, i sighed. I walked over to a bench in front of a bookstore, setting the basket down I opened the note. Three words were written on it.
Meet me at 9:00
Spot's POV
Race shoved his way through the crowd into the alley. Me, Hot Pockets, Shadow and Ace had hidden in watching Colt in the market.
"So..." I started as he leaned agaisnt the wall of the alley, his cigar now hanging out of his mouth.
"So.." he said through the cigar.
"Cut the bullcrap! Tell me what happened. Did she take the note?" I urged at him, trying to keep a good poker face.
"Alright, she got pissed about the bodies and then she said she don't like you'se. I shoved the note at heah and did that curiosity trick that will make heah read the-"
"Hey Spot! Looks like the trick worked." Shadow said peering his head out of the alley cutting Racetrack off.
"Conlon could you be more specific!" Colt screamed in frustration to the air. I snicker and smiled. She mighted have lost her memory but I know that her curiosity always gets the best of her. Hopefully Pitbull had put the note at her apartment. At least I know one thing...Oscar and Morris got her out of the house.
General POV
Colt had been reading the note all the way back to her house, getting yelled at by people she bumped into.
Meet me at 9:00
Why the hell would Conlon put at time but not tell her where? Abvously he is trying to be the bastard he is by trying to go on a stupid date with her. Colt climbed to the steps to the door when she saw another note attached to the door.
At Medda's
I swear Spot your getting really annoying Colt thought as she walked into the apartment where she was greeted by Oscar with no shirt and both lounging on the couch.
"Ahhh! Its a scaring sight...Oscar...with no shirt!" Colt screamed sarcastically. Oscar rolled his eyes, Morris on the other hand, cackled.
"Ha ha very funny!" Oscar said throwing a pillow at his sister, who dropped the basket and caught the pillow.
"How was the market?" Morris asked grabbing the basket and walked towards the kitchen.
"Crowed" Colt said over sighing the syllable. Colt leaned agaist the table reading both notes.
"Oooo it looks like our sis got herself a date..." Oscar said grabbing the note from Colt who attempted to get the note back.
"From none other then Spot Conlon." Morris finished. The ran in circles around the table.
"Shut up and give me the fricken note back!" Colt screamed at them. Unfortunate they didn't.
"What's the magic word?" they taunted.
"Please?" they lowered the note to her grip but kept the smiles on there faces.
"What?" she asked sitting in a chair, her hands on the notes.
"Aren't you going?" Morris asked, both brothers lost there smirks to be replaced with consirn looks.
"No, why?" Colt looked back at the note, then to her brothers.
"Because I think you might wanna give him one chance. He may be a arrogant pig head but he's still a person and beside he might not be soo bad." Morris said. Colt looked at them. As much as she hated to admitt it they were right. Haha she thought, they weren't no way was I spending a night with that pig head.
"I'm...not going."
They smiled
