A/N- Okay, I didn't get many reviews last time, but hopefully I'll get more
this time. Oh, just FYI, this story is either going to be told from
Isabelle's or Spot's point of view.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return." (Moulin Rouge)
Chapter 3
"Isabelle? Isabelle?!"
"What is it, mom?" I asked as I put my book down and walked into the hallway, following her voice.
My mom ran towards me, handing me the laundry, a piece of paper, and some money. "Okay, I need you to get the laundry taken care of, and buy the groceries on the list I just gave you. I would do it myself, but your father and I are going to a play tonight and I have to get ready. Plus, I know how you never complain when I ask you to run errands for me." The only reason why I never complained was because it gave me a good excuse to visit Spot Conlon.
Okay, let me explain something to you before the situation becomes confusing. Although Spot and I have been together for over a year, my parents still don't know about it, and I plan on keeping it that way. They know that I'm friends with him, but that's all they think we are. My mother doesn't mind that, but she would have a fit if she knew how in love we were. You see, we're a middle class family, and my parents want me to marry a middle or upper class guy. I could care less what class I marry into, as long as I love him. I love Spot, therefore I don't care to marry anyone else. My mother and father have introduced me to a number of boys around my age that they deem worthy for my hand in marriage. Each time I always shake my head at them, letting them know I'm not interested. My father is now beginning to grow impatient, but my mother agrees with me that I should love whomever I marry.
There is one person in my family who knows about Spot and I, and that's my younger sister, Nikki. She's only 13 years old, and she thinks it's so romantic. She's very into romance novels, so the fact that her older sister is living a romantic fairytale excites her. Every time I come home from visiting Spot, she always runs into my room and asks me about what we did, how it's going, etc. Sometimes it seems like she's more excited than I am. I know she will never tell my parents, so I'm not worried. But, I still fear that one day they will find out.
"Sure mother, I'll do it," I replied. Yes! I can't wait to see him! I grabbed the stuff from my mom and took off, with a big grin on my face. I decided to run the errands first, and then run off to see Spot. It was close to lunchtime, so I figure he'd be at least close to the flower shop where we first met. We often met there not only because it was where we first met, but also because it was near an alley, where we often made-out. Remember, my parents could never know, or that would be the end of our relationship. My parents were very social, so their friends lurked around Brooklyn, and they all knew who I was.
After doing the laundry, I headed over to the flower shop. I scanned the area around me, and no sign of Spot. So, I walked in.
"Hey Joe, has Spot been here yet?" I asked. Joe looked up and smiled at me. Ever since Spot and I got together, we became good friends. He thought we were a cute couple.
"Not yet, Isabelle, but he should be here shortly. How's everything going?"
"Pretty good. My parents are still hunting for guys who are, as they say, 'good enough for me'. Frankly, I'm sick of it. I wish I could tell them about Spot. I still haven't figured out what I'm going to do about it." I lowered my head because just thinking about it upset me.
"Sorry kid, wish there was something I could do." Joe began sorting the flowers he had just gotten in that morning.
"You've done enough. Do you need help?" I had fun helping him out because I love flowers. Right before he was going to answer, I felt warm hands over my eyes.
"Guess who?" That was the voice I longed to hear everyday.
"Let me think a sec.strong hands, sexy voice. that would have to be Spot Conlon!"
He released his hands as I turned around and smiled at him. "Yeah, youse definitely right on dat one!" He smiled. I put my stuff down and jumped into his arms. We hugged really tight as he lifted me off the ground. I leaned my head back off his shoulder and kissed him.
"Hey give me my paper and take it outside!" Joe joked. We stopped, looked at him and laughed. Spot let go off me as he handed Joe his paper. Joe flipped his coin at Spot and he caught it. "Anything good, today?"
"Yeah, des found a body in da lake," said Spot. Joe nodded his head as he opened the newspaper. I picked up my belongings right before Spot grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.
"Spot, we can't be too long, because I have to get the groceries and be home for Nikki," I said as we walked to the alley.
"Dat ain't no problem." We hid in the alley and we threw down our stuff and began passionately kissing. He was by far the best kisser! I haven't had much experience in that field, but I can't imagine anyone being better than him. I pulled away to catch my breath.
"My parents are going out to a play tonight," I said after a brief silence. His cocky little grin appeared on his face. Just by that I could anticipate his next comment.
"Well, den wheah do ya wanna go? My place or yours?" he said in a seductive way as he pulled me closer.
"It depends, what would we do at your place?" I asked.
"Whateveh ya want." I knew exactly what he meant by that.
"The problem is, I don't know how long my parents will be gone and I have to watch Nikki."
"Bring 'er along, don't worry, I won't let anyone touch 'er." I gave him a seductive grin.
"Sounds good, I better go. I'll be at the Lodging House around 6:00." I started to walk away, but he quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a goodbye kiss. Every time he did that, it only made it harder to leave. He knew that, and I know that's part of the reason why he did it. I finally pulled away and smiled at him. "To be continued." He smiled as we stared lovingly at each other until I reached the streets. As I turned around, I bumped into the last person I wanted to see.
"Why hello there Isabelle, how are we on this fine day?" asked Charles. Dumbass! He's so fake, I swear! Why do my parents have to introduce me to these boorish pigs?
But, being the polite person I am, I simply responded, "I'm doing well, how about yourself?" I turned around to look at Spot. He noticed me talking to this guy he had never seen before. His smile faded into a glare as he looked at him. I shot him a look of assurance. This wasn't the first time he had seen me talk to one of these middle class boys. He knew that look meant that this was another one of these boys that my parents introduced me to. So, he just nodded and continued selling papers. I turned back around.
"That laundry basket looks heavy, let me assist you," offered Charles as he reached his arms towards the basket. I swiped it away.
"I can manage, thank you." Get me out of here! As I began walking away, I rolled me eyes. Unfortunately, he followed me.
"You look very beautiful today," he began. Blah, blah, blah! Like I give a damn!
"Thanks." I was now in a sarcastic mood.
"Where are we headed then?" We? Before I could answer, I noticed Spot was keeping a watchful eye on us. I smiled at him again, to reassure him that everything was fine. I stopped and turned to Charles.
"We aren't going anywhere. I am simply picking up groceries and heading home. If you don't mind, I prefer to do it alone." I tried not to sound too impolite.
"Very well then, good to see you again, Isabelle." He grabbed my hand and kissed it. Beautiful, just beautiful. Leave me alone, you idiot!
I somehow managed to crack a little smile before walking away. I looked around for Spot, but noticed he was gone. He knew he could trust me around this middle class dickheads, because I was not the type of girl to be wooed by money. My heart belonged to him and only him.
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"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return." (Moulin Rouge)
Chapter 3
"Isabelle? Isabelle?!"
"What is it, mom?" I asked as I put my book down and walked into the hallway, following her voice.
My mom ran towards me, handing me the laundry, a piece of paper, and some money. "Okay, I need you to get the laundry taken care of, and buy the groceries on the list I just gave you. I would do it myself, but your father and I are going to a play tonight and I have to get ready. Plus, I know how you never complain when I ask you to run errands for me." The only reason why I never complained was because it gave me a good excuse to visit Spot Conlon.
Okay, let me explain something to you before the situation becomes confusing. Although Spot and I have been together for over a year, my parents still don't know about it, and I plan on keeping it that way. They know that I'm friends with him, but that's all they think we are. My mother doesn't mind that, but she would have a fit if she knew how in love we were. You see, we're a middle class family, and my parents want me to marry a middle or upper class guy. I could care less what class I marry into, as long as I love him. I love Spot, therefore I don't care to marry anyone else. My mother and father have introduced me to a number of boys around my age that they deem worthy for my hand in marriage. Each time I always shake my head at them, letting them know I'm not interested. My father is now beginning to grow impatient, but my mother agrees with me that I should love whomever I marry.
There is one person in my family who knows about Spot and I, and that's my younger sister, Nikki. She's only 13 years old, and she thinks it's so romantic. She's very into romance novels, so the fact that her older sister is living a romantic fairytale excites her. Every time I come home from visiting Spot, she always runs into my room and asks me about what we did, how it's going, etc. Sometimes it seems like she's more excited than I am. I know she will never tell my parents, so I'm not worried. But, I still fear that one day they will find out.
"Sure mother, I'll do it," I replied. Yes! I can't wait to see him! I grabbed the stuff from my mom and took off, with a big grin on my face. I decided to run the errands first, and then run off to see Spot. It was close to lunchtime, so I figure he'd be at least close to the flower shop where we first met. We often met there not only because it was where we first met, but also because it was near an alley, where we often made-out. Remember, my parents could never know, or that would be the end of our relationship. My parents were very social, so their friends lurked around Brooklyn, and they all knew who I was.
After doing the laundry, I headed over to the flower shop. I scanned the area around me, and no sign of Spot. So, I walked in.
"Hey Joe, has Spot been here yet?" I asked. Joe looked up and smiled at me. Ever since Spot and I got together, we became good friends. He thought we were a cute couple.
"Not yet, Isabelle, but he should be here shortly. How's everything going?"
"Pretty good. My parents are still hunting for guys who are, as they say, 'good enough for me'. Frankly, I'm sick of it. I wish I could tell them about Spot. I still haven't figured out what I'm going to do about it." I lowered my head because just thinking about it upset me.
"Sorry kid, wish there was something I could do." Joe began sorting the flowers he had just gotten in that morning.
"You've done enough. Do you need help?" I had fun helping him out because I love flowers. Right before he was going to answer, I felt warm hands over my eyes.
"Guess who?" That was the voice I longed to hear everyday.
"Let me think a sec.strong hands, sexy voice. that would have to be Spot Conlon!"
He released his hands as I turned around and smiled at him. "Yeah, youse definitely right on dat one!" He smiled. I put my stuff down and jumped into his arms. We hugged really tight as he lifted me off the ground. I leaned my head back off his shoulder and kissed him.
"Hey give me my paper and take it outside!" Joe joked. We stopped, looked at him and laughed. Spot let go off me as he handed Joe his paper. Joe flipped his coin at Spot and he caught it. "Anything good, today?"
"Yeah, des found a body in da lake," said Spot. Joe nodded his head as he opened the newspaper. I picked up my belongings right before Spot grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.
"Spot, we can't be too long, because I have to get the groceries and be home for Nikki," I said as we walked to the alley.
"Dat ain't no problem." We hid in the alley and we threw down our stuff and began passionately kissing. He was by far the best kisser! I haven't had much experience in that field, but I can't imagine anyone being better than him. I pulled away to catch my breath.
"My parents are going out to a play tonight," I said after a brief silence. His cocky little grin appeared on his face. Just by that I could anticipate his next comment.
"Well, den wheah do ya wanna go? My place or yours?" he said in a seductive way as he pulled me closer.
"It depends, what would we do at your place?" I asked.
"Whateveh ya want." I knew exactly what he meant by that.
"The problem is, I don't know how long my parents will be gone and I have to watch Nikki."
"Bring 'er along, don't worry, I won't let anyone touch 'er." I gave him a seductive grin.
"Sounds good, I better go. I'll be at the Lodging House around 6:00." I started to walk away, but he quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a goodbye kiss. Every time he did that, it only made it harder to leave. He knew that, and I know that's part of the reason why he did it. I finally pulled away and smiled at him. "To be continued." He smiled as we stared lovingly at each other until I reached the streets. As I turned around, I bumped into the last person I wanted to see.
"Why hello there Isabelle, how are we on this fine day?" asked Charles. Dumbass! He's so fake, I swear! Why do my parents have to introduce me to these boorish pigs?
But, being the polite person I am, I simply responded, "I'm doing well, how about yourself?" I turned around to look at Spot. He noticed me talking to this guy he had never seen before. His smile faded into a glare as he looked at him. I shot him a look of assurance. This wasn't the first time he had seen me talk to one of these middle class boys. He knew that look meant that this was another one of these boys that my parents introduced me to. So, he just nodded and continued selling papers. I turned back around.
"That laundry basket looks heavy, let me assist you," offered Charles as he reached his arms towards the basket. I swiped it away.
"I can manage, thank you." Get me out of here! As I began walking away, I rolled me eyes. Unfortunately, he followed me.
"You look very beautiful today," he began. Blah, blah, blah! Like I give a damn!
"Thanks." I was now in a sarcastic mood.
"Where are we headed then?" We? Before I could answer, I noticed Spot was keeping a watchful eye on us. I smiled at him again, to reassure him that everything was fine. I stopped and turned to Charles.
"We aren't going anywhere. I am simply picking up groceries and heading home. If you don't mind, I prefer to do it alone." I tried not to sound too impolite.
"Very well then, good to see you again, Isabelle." He grabbed my hand and kissed it. Beautiful, just beautiful. Leave me alone, you idiot!
I somehow managed to crack a little smile before walking away. I looked around for Spot, but noticed he was gone. He knew he could trust me around this middle class dickheads, because I was not the type of girl to be wooed by money. My heart belonged to him and only him.
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