**I'm sorry it took me so long to put up the last few chapters, but the
document manager wasn't uploading them for some reason and my mom needed to
fix these "inappropriate" pop-ups that have been showing up on our
computer. The document manager said it had loaded them, but when I went to
post the chapters, they weren't there. Well, in the last chap I said Spot
was in love with Lizzy, but how will she react to this? It's time to find
out in...**
Chapter Eight
Spot couldn't sleep that night. There were two voices in his head that just wouldn't stop arguing. His head was pounding from it all.
"Ya know ya love her," argued one voice.
"No ya don't! She's just anudda pretty face," contradicted the other.
"Come on, you're crazy 'bout dat goil. Ya can't stop tinkin' about her."
"Only 'cause we live in da same lodgin' house an' sell papes togedda. Dere's notin' special 'bout her. She just a plain old stable goil."
The argument was interrupted by sobbing coming from the bunk below Spot's. He jumped down to see what was wrong with Lizzy. This was the second night in a row that she had woken up crying.
"Lizzy?" Spot whispered, "You okay?"
"Oh Spot," Lizzy sobbed into her arms, "It was about me bruddah dis time."
"What happened?"
"Da fella dat killed my parents, he found him. He was all alone and dat guy came up ta him. Adam didn't recognize him at foist, but den da fella pulled out da same knife dat he killed my parents wit. Den he-" Lizzy began sobbing again. "He killed him Spot! He killed my bruddah!"
Spot gently lifted her chin so that she was looking in his eyes. "It was just a dream Lizzy," he said, "It ain't real."
Lizzy stared at him. There was something different about him. This time Lizzy was positive she saw something hidden behind his cold blue eyes. It wasn't anger or dominance. It was...Before Lizzy could even register what she saw in her mind, Spot proved what she was thinking was correct. He slowly leaned in and kissed her. Wasn't lustful or intimate, but sweet and searching. He pulled away reluctantly and stared into her shocked hazel eyes.
"I tink I love ya Lizzy," Spot whispered.
"Spot I-" Lizzy hesitated, not knowing how to put what she knew she had to say. "I don't really know. I've lost everyone dat I've eva been close to. I don't tink I can love anyone any more. I don't wanna get hoit like dat again. I'm sorry."
Spot looked away from her and out the window at the rising sun. Deep down, he had known this was going to happen. She had lost so much, but it was still hard for him to accept that she didn't fell the same way for him that he felt for her. "I need ta go for a walk," he murmured, still looking out the window.
"Spot!" Lizzy called after him, but he didn't look back. Lizzy sat there for a while, feeling guilty about hurting the guy that had done so much for her. Then, what Spot had said the night before echoed in her head. She shouldn't let what had happened to her family effect the way she truly felt about Spot. She should forget the past and look at what was ahead of her. And what was ahead of her was Spot.
Lizzy jumped out of bed and ran after Spot, shouting at him to wait. He turned around and watched her approaching, his eyes cold and empty again. When she reached him, her knees buckled. Spot caught her, and as he held her, she reached up and kissed him. "What was dat for?" he asked. "I tink I love ya too," she answered, and she pulled him closer and kissed him.
**Short, I know, but I'm working on it. Well, that's basically it so I'll see all of my faithful readers (yes that's you) when I update again.**
~*spots_lil_boidie*~
Chapter Eight
Spot couldn't sleep that night. There were two voices in his head that just wouldn't stop arguing. His head was pounding from it all.
"Ya know ya love her," argued one voice.
"No ya don't! She's just anudda pretty face," contradicted the other.
"Come on, you're crazy 'bout dat goil. Ya can't stop tinkin' about her."
"Only 'cause we live in da same lodgin' house an' sell papes togedda. Dere's notin' special 'bout her. She just a plain old stable goil."
The argument was interrupted by sobbing coming from the bunk below Spot's. He jumped down to see what was wrong with Lizzy. This was the second night in a row that she had woken up crying.
"Lizzy?" Spot whispered, "You okay?"
"Oh Spot," Lizzy sobbed into her arms, "It was about me bruddah dis time."
"What happened?"
"Da fella dat killed my parents, he found him. He was all alone and dat guy came up ta him. Adam didn't recognize him at foist, but den da fella pulled out da same knife dat he killed my parents wit. Den he-" Lizzy began sobbing again. "He killed him Spot! He killed my bruddah!"
Spot gently lifted her chin so that she was looking in his eyes. "It was just a dream Lizzy," he said, "It ain't real."
Lizzy stared at him. There was something different about him. This time Lizzy was positive she saw something hidden behind his cold blue eyes. It wasn't anger or dominance. It was...Before Lizzy could even register what she saw in her mind, Spot proved what she was thinking was correct. He slowly leaned in and kissed her. Wasn't lustful or intimate, but sweet and searching. He pulled away reluctantly and stared into her shocked hazel eyes.
"I tink I love ya Lizzy," Spot whispered.
"Spot I-" Lizzy hesitated, not knowing how to put what she knew she had to say. "I don't really know. I've lost everyone dat I've eva been close to. I don't tink I can love anyone any more. I don't wanna get hoit like dat again. I'm sorry."
Spot looked away from her and out the window at the rising sun. Deep down, he had known this was going to happen. She had lost so much, but it was still hard for him to accept that she didn't fell the same way for him that he felt for her. "I need ta go for a walk," he murmured, still looking out the window.
"Spot!" Lizzy called after him, but he didn't look back. Lizzy sat there for a while, feeling guilty about hurting the guy that had done so much for her. Then, what Spot had said the night before echoed in her head. She shouldn't let what had happened to her family effect the way she truly felt about Spot. She should forget the past and look at what was ahead of her. And what was ahead of her was Spot.
Lizzy jumped out of bed and ran after Spot, shouting at him to wait. He turned around and watched her approaching, his eyes cold and empty again. When she reached him, her knees buckled. Spot caught her, and as he held her, she reached up and kissed him. "What was dat for?" he asked. "I tink I love ya too," she answered, and she pulled him closer and kissed him.
**Short, I know, but I'm working on it. Well, that's basically it so I'll see all of my faithful readers (yes that's you) when I update again.**
~*spots_lil_boidie*~