"Mornin', sunshine." Spot plopped himself down on Blush's bed and began their usual morning ritual - ie. Spot, the morning boy, trying to wake the very grumpy Blush up with as little injury to himself as possible. Kloppman could've easily done it, but for some reason both Blush and Spot enjoyed it too much to let him - not that they would ever admit it, though.
"Shuddaumephbhhfff..." Blush's response to his cheery greeting was muffled as she buried her head further into her pillow.
"Blush. Blush. Blush. Blush. Blush. Blush." Spot could be very annoying when he tried - and almost as equally annoying when he didn't.
"Go 'way!" she mumbled and threw her pillow at him. Spot, struck with a sudden idea, grinned. Standing up, he went to the head of her bed and knelt down beside what little was visible of her face. He reached out and softly pulled the blankets off her face. Placing his hand on her cheek, he gently stroked the skin underneath her eye with his thumb.
"Blush." He whispered. Moving closer, so close that Blush could feel his breath on her cheek, he whispered her name again. His thumb dropped to her slightly parted lips and he stroked her bottom lip gently. Blush shivered involuntarily, completely shocked at what he was doing - but not wanting him to stop.
"Blush, in a second, I'm gonna kiss you if you don't wake up. So since I'm guessin' that that ain't exactly somethin' you'd enjoy, wakin' up might be in your best intrests right about now." Getting no response, he moved a little closer.
"Blush, I'm gonna count to three, and if you don't wake up, I mean it, I'll kiss you. Okay? One ... " Silence.
"Two..." no response. Taking a deep breath, Spot whispered,
"Three," leaned forward - here goes nothing. Hope I can at least make contact before she smacks me - and kissed her.
Oh my god - I'm kissing her. And it's - amazing...
Good thing I'm ling down, cuz I'd be weak in the knees right about now. Me and...Spot??
CRASH! The door slammed open and the two best friends sprang apart as if electrocuted. A short black boy with a gray cap came running into the bunkroom.
"Spot! Spot! We need's ya downstairs..." Boots trailed off as he caught sight of Blush in her nightdress, now very much awake and sitting up in bed.
"Oh, god, Blush, I'se sorry." He immediately turned his back, ears red as tomatoes. Grinning despite what he had just interrupted, Blush said
"Oh, hey Boots. It's okay, I don't mind. I'll just go get dressed - I'll, um, see you in a minute, Spot." With that, she hurried off to the bathroom, her ears almost as red as Boots' - though not necessarily for the same reasons.
Once Blush was gone, Boots turned his attention back to Spot, who had a look in his eyes he had never seen before.
"Spot, dere's a guy jist come from Brooklyn. Dere's a problem with Slums McAffrey, from Harlem? Somethin' 'bout territory - dey needs ya back dere right away." What did I just interrupt? He wondered silently to himself as he delivered his message.
Spot's eyes immediately went ice-blue with anger.
"Dammit!" he swore. "I knew I should'nt a left them alone so long. Thanks Boots. I - oh, shit - ", Spot looked torn as he glanced at the washroom door. "Boots, do me a favour an' tell Blush where I went? I gotta go right now, an' I can't say good-bye - jist tell her that we gotta talk as soon as we can, okay?" with one final glance at the washroom, he raced out the bunkroom door and was gone, leaving a bewildered Boots behind.
Blush exited the washroom about five minutes later, wrapped in a towel and drying her hair vigorously with another. Walking over to her bunk, she began;
"Spot, what did Boots want? Is there - " She stopped suddenly, seeing Boots himself waiting by her bunk.
"Where did Spot go?" she asked, confused. Blushing even more than before, and with his eyes firmly fixed on the floor, Boots replied,
"He had ta go back ta Brooklyn. Dere was a territory problem, an' he had ta go right away. He wanted me to tell ya g'bye for him, and dat you'se two needed ta talk as soon as he gits back." Chancing a glance up at her, he saw her face fall.
"You'se okay, Blush?"
"Oh, yea, I jist - um - did he say when he was gonna be back?" Her eyes begged him to say soon. Boots was really worried now, since when did Blush ever look like that over Spot?
"No, sorry, Blush. You'se sure you okay?"
"Yea, thanks Boots." She smiled at him, but he noticed that it didn't quite reach her eyes. Not satisfied, but understanding that she wanted him to leave, he walked out of the bunkroom. Pausing at the top of the stairs, he thought to himself; Jeeze, that was weird. What's up with Blush? I'se gotta find Jack, there's definitely somethin' not right goin' on here...she looked like she was gonna cry! An' just over Spot!...somethin' ain't right. Boots hurried down the stairs, determined to find Cowboy. Jack Kelley would fix everything - he always could.
"Shuddaumephbhhfff..." Blush's response to his cheery greeting was muffled as she buried her head further into her pillow.
"Blush. Blush. Blush. Blush. Blush. Blush." Spot could be very annoying when he tried - and almost as equally annoying when he didn't.
"Go 'way!" she mumbled and threw her pillow at him. Spot, struck with a sudden idea, grinned. Standing up, he went to the head of her bed and knelt down beside what little was visible of her face. He reached out and softly pulled the blankets off her face. Placing his hand on her cheek, he gently stroked the skin underneath her eye with his thumb.
"Blush." He whispered. Moving closer, so close that Blush could feel his breath on her cheek, he whispered her name again. His thumb dropped to her slightly parted lips and he stroked her bottom lip gently. Blush shivered involuntarily, completely shocked at what he was doing - but not wanting him to stop.
"Blush, in a second, I'm gonna kiss you if you don't wake up. So since I'm guessin' that that ain't exactly somethin' you'd enjoy, wakin' up might be in your best intrests right about now." Getting no response, he moved a little closer.
"Blush, I'm gonna count to three, and if you don't wake up, I mean it, I'll kiss you. Okay? One ... " Silence.
"Two..." no response. Taking a deep breath, Spot whispered,
"Three," leaned forward - here goes nothing. Hope I can at least make contact before she smacks me - and kissed her.
Oh my god - I'm kissing her. And it's - amazing...
Good thing I'm ling down, cuz I'd be weak in the knees right about now. Me and...Spot??
CRASH! The door slammed open and the two best friends sprang apart as if electrocuted. A short black boy with a gray cap came running into the bunkroom.
"Spot! Spot! We need's ya downstairs..." Boots trailed off as he caught sight of Blush in her nightdress, now very much awake and sitting up in bed.
"Oh, god, Blush, I'se sorry." He immediately turned his back, ears red as tomatoes. Grinning despite what he had just interrupted, Blush said
"Oh, hey Boots. It's okay, I don't mind. I'll just go get dressed - I'll, um, see you in a minute, Spot." With that, she hurried off to the bathroom, her ears almost as red as Boots' - though not necessarily for the same reasons.
Once Blush was gone, Boots turned his attention back to Spot, who had a look in his eyes he had never seen before.
"Spot, dere's a guy jist come from Brooklyn. Dere's a problem with Slums McAffrey, from Harlem? Somethin' 'bout territory - dey needs ya back dere right away." What did I just interrupt? He wondered silently to himself as he delivered his message.
Spot's eyes immediately went ice-blue with anger.
"Dammit!" he swore. "I knew I should'nt a left them alone so long. Thanks Boots. I - oh, shit - ", Spot looked torn as he glanced at the washroom door. "Boots, do me a favour an' tell Blush where I went? I gotta go right now, an' I can't say good-bye - jist tell her that we gotta talk as soon as we can, okay?" with one final glance at the washroom, he raced out the bunkroom door and was gone, leaving a bewildered Boots behind.
Blush exited the washroom about five minutes later, wrapped in a towel and drying her hair vigorously with another. Walking over to her bunk, she began;
"Spot, what did Boots want? Is there - " She stopped suddenly, seeing Boots himself waiting by her bunk.
"Where did Spot go?" she asked, confused. Blushing even more than before, and with his eyes firmly fixed on the floor, Boots replied,
"He had ta go back ta Brooklyn. Dere was a territory problem, an' he had ta go right away. He wanted me to tell ya g'bye for him, and dat you'se two needed ta talk as soon as he gits back." Chancing a glance up at her, he saw her face fall.
"You'se okay, Blush?"
"Oh, yea, I jist - um - did he say when he was gonna be back?" Her eyes begged him to say soon. Boots was really worried now, since when did Blush ever look like that over Spot?
"No, sorry, Blush. You'se sure you okay?"
"Yea, thanks Boots." She smiled at him, but he noticed that it didn't quite reach her eyes. Not satisfied, but understanding that she wanted him to leave, he walked out of the bunkroom. Pausing at the top of the stairs, he thought to himself; Jeeze, that was weird. What's up with Blush? I'se gotta find Jack, there's definitely somethin' not right goin' on here...she looked like she was gonna cry! An' just over Spot!...somethin' ain't right. Boots hurried down the stairs, determined to find Cowboy. Jack Kelley would fix everything - he always could.