Chapter 2
Spot Conlon. That name definitely has a different meaning to me now then it used to. Ever since I was 14 I knew that name. Most of my friends spoke of him, how amazingly gorgeous he was, how charming, sweet, etc. Then, I later heard that because every girl felt them same way about him, he was quite the player. So, I made a decision that if I would ever meet him, that I would be careful. So, as chance would have it, we did meet.
I didn't realize until the first time we actually talked, but he was the very handsome boy I had seen two days earlier, as I walked out of the flower shop. I remember wondering who he was and if I would see him again. Once I found out who he was, I made a decision right then to be careful. Of course I would befriend him, but that's where I would draw the line. Unfortunately (that's how I felt at the time, but now I consider it fortunate!), he would not give up. He never tried too hard, but he made it obvious that he was not about to take no for an answer.
I admit, I was attracted to him, why wouldn't I be? I mean, his only fault was his height. He was only about an inch taller than me, but everything else about him was perfect. He had gorgeous sky blue eyes, complimented by his tan skin and strong body. His light brown hair hung just below his ears, which, even though I normally preferred shorter hair on guys, suited him perfectly. It was not easy to resist him!
Finally, after about three months, I gave in. I knew that if he truly was only interested in me for pleasure, he would have given up. Any guy would. He had always been honest with me about his feelings, but I didn't realize that until later. He truly meant it when he told me he was in love with me. I always thought he said that to all of the girls he liked. In fact, I got mad at him for saying that, until I found out that he had never said that to any girl. It was then that I knew I had made a mistake. I loved him back, but I had been fighting that feeling. Now, I was ready to release it. I remember the day I told him:
"Hey Spot," I said as I opened the door to the newsies lodge house. He was playing poker with some of his fellow newsies. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. They all knew who I was, I was the first girl Spot had a difficult time with falling under his charm.
"Hey fellahs, let's keep going, wes don't need ta stop playin'!" I could tell from the tone in his voice that I was the last person he wanted to see. I had to let him know right away how sorry I was. By now the boys had all returned their focus to the game.
"Spot, please! It's urgent!" I demanded. He glanced up at me, looking into my eyes to see if I had good or bad intentions. I immediately spread my lips into a smile, hopefully giving away the answer. He caught on, and I could tell he was at least a little more relaxed. He threw down his cards.
"I fold, see ya fellahs lateh," he said as he stood up. He walked towards me.
"Can we go somewhere private and talk?" I whispered. He nodded, still feeling resentment towards me for what I had done to him a couple days earlier.
I followed him onto the roof in silence.
"What is it ya wanna talk about?" he asked, keeping a fair distance between us. I knew he was not expecting what I was about to tell him.
"I'm so sorry for what I've done to you, all of those horrible things I said to you. I'm sorry for not believing you when you said that you loved me. I was scared, and I don't just mean of you and all of those things I heard about you. I believed those rumors, and yes, I know they're mostly rumors." It was then I paused, because even though I knew he felt the same way back, I was so nervous that my stomach was in knots. I could tell he was surprised by what I just said, but I don't think e was prepared for my next confession.
"What else were ya scahed of?" he finally said, detecting the fact that I was choking on my words.
That's it, I had to just come put and say it! "I love you." I blurted that out pretty fast. I wanted to say more, but that's all I could say at the time. Let me tell you, since that day I have yet to see a more puzzled, yet excited face at the same time. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. Yes, it was more difficult to see, but I could see him well enough. He just stood there, going over in his mind what I had just said. I can't say I blame him. Before that day, I would never let him even touch me, let alone confess any feelings at all I had towards him.
Through this long silence, I smiled at him, letting him trust what I had just said to be true. The next thing that happened was something I had longed for. My first true love kiss. It was long and passionate. To this day, I look back at that and I can't help but smile. Since that day, Spot has been mine, all mine. I've never been so happy in my whole life. May the rest of my short life stay that way.
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Spot Conlon. That name definitely has a different meaning to me now then it used to. Ever since I was 14 I knew that name. Most of my friends spoke of him, how amazingly gorgeous he was, how charming, sweet, etc. Then, I later heard that because every girl felt them same way about him, he was quite the player. So, I made a decision that if I would ever meet him, that I would be careful. So, as chance would have it, we did meet.
I didn't realize until the first time we actually talked, but he was the very handsome boy I had seen two days earlier, as I walked out of the flower shop. I remember wondering who he was and if I would see him again. Once I found out who he was, I made a decision right then to be careful. Of course I would befriend him, but that's where I would draw the line. Unfortunately (that's how I felt at the time, but now I consider it fortunate!), he would not give up. He never tried too hard, but he made it obvious that he was not about to take no for an answer.
I admit, I was attracted to him, why wouldn't I be? I mean, his only fault was his height. He was only about an inch taller than me, but everything else about him was perfect. He had gorgeous sky blue eyes, complimented by his tan skin and strong body. His light brown hair hung just below his ears, which, even though I normally preferred shorter hair on guys, suited him perfectly. It was not easy to resist him!
Finally, after about three months, I gave in. I knew that if he truly was only interested in me for pleasure, he would have given up. Any guy would. He had always been honest with me about his feelings, but I didn't realize that until later. He truly meant it when he told me he was in love with me. I always thought he said that to all of the girls he liked. In fact, I got mad at him for saying that, until I found out that he had never said that to any girl. It was then that I knew I had made a mistake. I loved him back, but I had been fighting that feeling. Now, I was ready to release it. I remember the day I told him:
"Hey Spot," I said as I opened the door to the newsies lodge house. He was playing poker with some of his fellow newsies. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. They all knew who I was, I was the first girl Spot had a difficult time with falling under his charm.
"Hey fellahs, let's keep going, wes don't need ta stop playin'!" I could tell from the tone in his voice that I was the last person he wanted to see. I had to let him know right away how sorry I was. By now the boys had all returned their focus to the game.
"Spot, please! It's urgent!" I demanded. He glanced up at me, looking into my eyes to see if I had good or bad intentions. I immediately spread my lips into a smile, hopefully giving away the answer. He caught on, and I could tell he was at least a little more relaxed. He threw down his cards.
"I fold, see ya fellahs lateh," he said as he stood up. He walked towards me.
"Can we go somewhere private and talk?" I whispered. He nodded, still feeling resentment towards me for what I had done to him a couple days earlier.
I followed him onto the roof in silence.
"What is it ya wanna talk about?" he asked, keeping a fair distance between us. I knew he was not expecting what I was about to tell him.
"I'm so sorry for what I've done to you, all of those horrible things I said to you. I'm sorry for not believing you when you said that you loved me. I was scared, and I don't just mean of you and all of those things I heard about you. I believed those rumors, and yes, I know they're mostly rumors." It was then I paused, because even though I knew he felt the same way back, I was so nervous that my stomach was in knots. I could tell he was surprised by what I just said, but I don't think e was prepared for my next confession.
"What else were ya scahed of?" he finally said, detecting the fact that I was choking on my words.
That's it, I had to just come put and say it! "I love you." I blurted that out pretty fast. I wanted to say more, but that's all I could say at the time. Let me tell you, since that day I have yet to see a more puzzled, yet excited face at the same time. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. Yes, it was more difficult to see, but I could see him well enough. He just stood there, going over in his mind what I had just said. I can't say I blame him. Before that day, I would never let him even touch me, let alone confess any feelings at all I had towards him.
Through this long silence, I smiled at him, letting him trust what I had just said to be true. The next thing that happened was something I had longed for. My first true love kiss. It was long and passionate. To this day, I look back at that and I can't help but smile. Since that day, Spot has been mine, all mine. I've never been so happy in my whole life. May the rest of my short life stay that way.
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