Davey in Love

Chapter 5- After The Battle

When we got to Davey's house Gil was asleep in Les's bed.

A nice woman walked up to me and held out her hand, "you must be Gilbert's older sister, Maryann."

"Marilyn," I corrected shaking her hand.

"My name is Ester Jacobs, I'm David's mother." She smiled at me kindly, her smile was kinda like Mama's was.

David smiled at me again and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Do you want to go onto the fire escape and talk.just until Gil wakes up?"

I grinned at him, (insert word here), why was I still acting like a six- years-old girl with a crush? "I'd love to." Is it just me or have I told him that too much?

We walked to the window and climbed thru.

"So," Davey smiled at him, "tell me everything about you."

I smiled at him, I had only known him for a day, yet there was something in his eyes that made me trust him; besides, it was about time I told someone.

"Are you sure you want to know everything?"

David nodded, "Everything."

It was about time for me to tell my story, so I began. "Well, I was born in a small town outside of Dublin, it was tiny with only six houses and a pub."

"A what?" David asked.

I giggled slightly, "A pub, you know a bar."

"Oh, ya, now I remember," He looked so innocent with those blue eyes staring straight at me.

"Well, I was born on April 24th, five minutes after Spot. Sadly, I was born at 12:03 am. Which means Spot has a different birthday than I do. My dad was a short man, probably a good couple inches shorter than Spot is now. He had blue-green eyes, dirty-blond hair, and a mustache; his name was Jolyon Conlon Sr., but he died when Spot and I were about five. Mama sold the potato farm and we moved over to America to get a new start. We moved in with Oliver, my father's brother. Uncle Oliver and Spot never did get along. Although Father and Oliver were identical twins, they were never on borrowing terms, and Spot reminded him of Father too much. Oliver started abusing Spot whenever Mama wasn't looking. After a while Spot started to fight back. But about two years after we moved to America, Spot couldn't stand it anymore, he and Spot couldn't survive in the same house and not fight each other, I guess that's when he changed his name to Spot. When I was eleven, I was talking with my mom about Dad in the middle of the night when-" I would have continues my story, but I was saved by Gil's yawning, "I guess I should start heading toward Brooklyn, don't want Spot to get anymore mad at me."

David nodded then bent down and kissed me chastely on the cheek. Yup, you heard me right, David Jacobs kissed me, of course it was on the cheek, but (insert word here), it was a start right; However, David's kiss reminded me of something, his nickname, Mouth.

"Davey, where did you get your nickname from?"

He looked at me for a second then smiled, "Spot gave it to me at the beginning of the strike. I guess it was to do with my ability to use words or something."

I smiled at him, I guess that made sense, then again, Spot never was good at naming things, I mean our old dog Spot was a solid black lab.

"So, will I see you tomorrow?" I asked, hopefully.

David cast his eyes on the ground, "My dad got his job back from the factory, and I'm going back to school in the morning." My heart sank, he was going back to school, which meant I might never see him again, yet he started to smile again, "Do you want to come to Irving Hall with me to see Medda sing? I won't tell Spot if you don't."

My silly schoolgirl smile reappeared as my heart flattered once more. "Sure, I'd love that."

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Shout Outs-

Sapphy: Don't worry Sarah and Mari will become friends.just because I hate Sarah, she is still an okay character.and I'm gonna try to make her nicer.

Kora: Don't worry I did think that you had forsaken me.

A/N: Sorry the shout outs are so short, but I have to go to the museum at 2.and it's 1:30 right now.and I'm not dressed yet. So please R&R then I can do a shout out just for you (