Chapter 18- Why Chelsea?

The group walked to Brooklyn together for the party, joking with one another.

"Yeah Jacky-boy, ya remembah dat time ya went tah jump on that horse, and he moved. You were in the air, and landed smack on your face. I'se nevah forgit da look on yer face, and I'se know I nevah laughed so hard!" Spot teased Jack.

"Yeah, Spot, but I'se like when ya were first tryin tah loin(learn) how tah shoot marbles. Ya shot yaself in da eye! It was hilarious, it was backwards and ya shot it! Haha!" Jack said laughing at the thought of it.

Spot glarred at Jack, and all of the others who laughed, "Mush, you'se giggling faggot shuddup!"

"SPOT!" I yelled smacking him, "Dats not nice! Mush ain't a faggot, he jist giggles."

Mush pretended to cry, as Sprite stood up for him, "Well, aleast my boy can laugh!"

I starred her down, Sweets holding me back, "Wha ya say? Spot can laugh! Jist how well do ya know him? Huh? He ain't dat bad! I'se mean I'se know he looks like an ass, but he ain't.. well, no he is." I acted like I was pissed, but enjoyed ripping on Spot and the others. The group laughed, and Spot just pushed me off the dock. But I had Sweets attached to me as I fell. So fell in with me, and Spot soon joined us from Jack pushing him off. Blink just jumped in to be with Sweets, and before we knew it, one by one we were all in the water except Skittery.

"Git in here!" Race yelled at him.

"No! I'se not stupid! I'se know I'se only got one pair of clothes."

Kat smiled wickedly, "Like yer gonna be in dose clothes fer long!"

We all laughed and Mush and Bumlets got out and pulled Skittery in with us.

Spot and his boys had spent a week looking for a temperary lodging house. They settled on an old fire house to make up for the burnt down warehouse. We all made our way into the fire house to dry off. Spot took me up to his room, so we could change in the washroom. I was drenched from head to toe, and simply pealed off the layers of wet clothes. I wrapped a towel on, and noticed Spot hadn't left me any clothes, so I was forced to sprint to his room in a towel.

"Spot Conlon I'se gonna kill ya! I'se nearly lost me towel and woulda had tah streak through the bunkroom!" He laughed and then looked up at me. He was taken aback actually seeing me in a towel, dripping wet. Mischivous played in his sparkling blue-grey eyes.

"Wha ya thinkin?" I asked him curiously.

"Bout wha's undah dat towel," he grinned.

"Pervert! B'sides do ya really jist wanna think bout it?"

His eyes widened and I found myself wrestling on the bed with Spot.

"Spot, I'se sorry but I'se not ready."

He seemed angry, but nodded. He continued to lie on me, kissing me and sucking my neck.

"Hun, I'se wonderin, out o' all da names in da woild, why cheslea?"

He stopped kissing me, and rolled out of the bed, dressing himself. He refused to look me in the eye, "Spot? Baby, wha's da mattah?"

He sighed knowing that I would have to learn sooner or later, "Vixen, Chelsea is me ex goil friend. Da day i'se met ya, all I could think about was her. I'se know dat sounds bad, but truthfully, I'se love ya. Chelsea is dead, its all my fault because I'se left her. I'se left her for dead, but I didn't know he'd kill her. Honest! So she's gone now, and when I saw you getting attacked i knew I couldn't let them kill you. Thats when I realized you were the Chelsea God sent me to save. Please undahstand dat I'se jist miss Chelsea, but I'se don't regret it because I'se have you now. And I'se wouldn't a had ya if I had stayed with Chelsea. Please, don't be mad. I'se just wanna have ya! I'se want ya tah be wit me forevah, you'se me Chelsea from God!" He rambled on, pouring out his heart. Everything came out so fast, it was as if he had had it all locked up for his entire life. He was actually forming tears in his eyes as he looked at me.

"Oh, Spot! I'se not mad, and I'se undahstand. I'se love ya so much, more than I thought was possible! And I'se don't mind being you'se Chelsesa from God, as long as I'se da only one." I said pulling him to me, holding him tightly.

He sighed happily, "I'se promise, you'se da only Chelsea in me life now, and its gonna stay dat way."

*Okay, so I'se told ya I'se not writing a party scene- well i did. There was a lot of needed answers with the whole 'Chelsea' thing, so I figured you needed to know that. But you have to wait to find out why the key is so important-hehe! A minor cliffhanger- but not that bad. Well I hope you all enjoy- and i'se sorry if I don't mention a lotta you goils right now. You'se be in the sequel a lot! Promise- Toodles! Lyals Vixen