So we went down stairs and he took me to the docks.
"What are we doing here?" I asked confused.
"I'se gonna teach ya how ta shoot a sling shot." He replied whipping out a sling shot from his back pocket. He then placed a marble in it, carefully aimed, and released it, sending it flying a mile away. "'ere try it, it'll take your mind off everything." He replied handing it to me. I took it reluctantly and tried to shoot it but it only landed about a foot away from me. I turned towards Spot and began to laugh a bit.
"'Ere." He replied as he put the sling shot in my hand again and stood behind me correcting my stance and positioning the slingshot. He showed me how to aim and lock my arms. "Now release it." He replied as he stepped away from me. I aimed it and did as he said, and it went a good six feet. I looked over at him and smiled.
"Feel betta?" He asked as he walked over toward me.
"Yes. Thank you." I replied as I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a huge hug. "I really needed this."
"Come on." He replied as he took my hand in his and began to walk. We then walked over to the Brooklyn Bridge and I leaned over the railing and starred aimlessly over the city. I then closed my eyes and tried to trace the view into my mind.
"So what 're youse thinking?" Spot whispered as he walked up from behind me and whispered in my ear.
"How perfect everything is from up here." I replied turning my head to face him. When I did I realized our faces were only inches away, and I made the horrible mistake of looking into his eyes. They were perfect and had the ability to look right through me. I soon found myself coming closer and closer to him. He then began to wrap his arms around my waist and we kissed. His lips felt soft and gentle. I soon found myself lost in the moment. With his arms wrapped around me tight I felt safe and loved. I never wanted the moment to end, but reality soon settled in, and I pulled away.
"What is it?" He asked confused.
"Dean." I replied turning my head away ashamed. He then pressed his hand gently on my cheek and looked me in the eye.
"Do youse love 'im?" I soon bowed my head not wanting to respond, but he only lifted it up and asked me again. "Do youse love 'im?"
"I don't even know what love is anymore." I replied. "We were only suppose to be friends remember." I pleaded wishing that was all we really were. He then backed off, and took a few steps backwards.
"I guess you'se made your choice den." He smiled pathetically, trying to pretend he was all right by it. He then walked away and slowly faded into the darkness. And again I was left alone, and in my heart I knew I had made the wrong choice, but the truth was it didn't matter because it was too late to take it back now.
I rested my head on the railing and began to cry. Nothing was going the way I wanted it too. After a few minutes I gathered my composure and walked home. It was about nine o'clock when I returned home, and I knew I had missed the dinner party, and that Dean would most likely be mad, but at that moment I didn't care. When I walked in Dean was there awaiting me.
