Chapter 12 (Spot's Point of View)

If she could just see 

What I see when I close my eyes 

All that I dream

Surely she would realize, oh, oh, oh

But like a fool I waited much too long

To let her know the truth

                               - "If She Only Knew" by 98 Degrees

               "Who told you my name?" I asked.

               "Nobody."

               "Your lying, someone had to tell it to you."

               "Your right, someone did. His name is Erik Thomas Conlon. Do you know him?"

               "Only two people know my full name, and they haven't said it since-"

               "Since the fire. Since my father tried to kill me. Since I thought my only three friends had died. And actually, you told three people that day."

               "Amanda?" I asked. She nodded, kind of slowly. Smiling, I leaned over, and gave her a hug. I wanted to kiss her, but I was afraid it was all a dream. I couldn't do that to myself.

               "What happened?" I asked, "How were you able to live through the fire? I thought everyone was killed." Amanda explained what had happened eight years earlier. I was only half listening though, I was kind of in shock. The girl who I thought was dead wasn't. This very well could have been the best day of my life.

               I mentally kicked myself. No, it would be the best day of my life if I hadn't just asked Nightingale to be my girl. I had to go and get jealous of Jack didn't I? Served me right for assuming. If I had been any one else I wouldn't have done it, why did I have to be so headstrong?