"Well I didn't wanna do dis in de foist place. Angel, will ye marry me? I know I don got enough te buy youse a ring yet er anythin fancy, but I was thinkin since ye really wanned we could be engaged an marry mebe in a few years." Spot asked taking my hand.
"Would I eva!" I screamed in delight and hugged him. "So me brodda already agreed?"
"Yea, just we get married in a few years, an I still ain't allowed te do nuttin I wasn't eva supposed te." Spot laughed.
"Well he neva really changes bout dat." I laughed also.
"So I was thinkin, we could eida tell everyone bout dis er wait a lil, but we'll still have te tell em."
"Yea but lets wait. I don wanna tell em anything befora I have te. Ye know cuz bout all de excitement derre gettin ."
"We are tellin em afta ye meet yer fatha den. It should be easia fer all of us…Angel, whudd went trough yer mind last night when Trevor threatened te kill ye?" Spot asked sympathetically.
"Ye wanna know de truth? I was mora afraid of it hoiten you den me bein killed. Dats means a lot referin te de fact dat I was afraid te die whenever he used te threaten me like dat." I answered honestly.
"Funny, I was thinking de same when he threatened te kill me too." he smiled.
"Guess we've just got a lot mora in common den I thought." I laughed.
"Whudd er you two doin in derre! C'mon! We've got things te do!" Jack yelled banging on the door.
Me and Spot both started to laugh. I thought even though he has a bad-ass reputation to keep, he's more humane than I first thought. Still it didn't matter to me what he was like or his reputation, he was the same around me. The Spot Conlon I fell in love with hasn't really ever changed at all. Just takes some time to really know him.
"We're comin!" Spot yelled back.
"Ok so now all we gotta do is get te Manhattan de day befora yer fatha arrives. And rememba Bailey, yer NOT her sista." Jack warned.
"Apparently I am comsiderin de fact dat we're blood related, but our fatha don know dat and I ain't de one te tell im." Bailey said slyly.
"Don be getin any ideas. I don wanna have te go trough whudd Spot and Angel ova hea are." Jack said trying to be polite.
"Don worry, she ain't gonna tell. Besides if she does, I'll have te break her neck." I threatened starring at Bailey.
"Look, I swear I ain't tellin. I know what you'd say if I did." Bailey confessed.
"Good, cuz if ye did I wouldn't eva talk te ye!" I joked.
"So whudder we gonna do till den?" Poet asked playing cards with Race, Blaze, Frit and Marbles.
"Well till den we're just gonna have te stay hea and enjoy oua time tageda." Race said chuckling to himself.
"Whudds so funny? Ye gots a goil dat looks like yer face?" I asked harshly.
"Ouch! Ye know I think I'm very handsome meself!" he defended himself.
"Yer de only one." I started.
"Look hea miss know it all! I gots a goil who actually likes me. not including youse!" he said smugly. There where lots of oohhs. It was surprising but I wasn't sure he was telling the truth.
"Well like I said, she must look like youse te think yer handsome." I laughed. Race gave up and went back to his poker game.
"How many days left?" Spot asked.
"Bout three I think." Scott answered.
"Actually it's foua mora days till we leave." Bailey and I corrected him.
"And te think yer oua brodda and ye don know when oua boithday is!" Bailey thew up her hands.
"Well I bet nieda of ye know when mine is!" he said defensively.
"Ye wanna bet!" I smiled.
"March 28th!" we both said at the same time.
"Is dat supposed te make me feel betta er woise?" he asked surprised.
"But whudd bout dat Trevor guy? Ain't he still round?" Tricks asked.
"We don really know. Spot coulda scared im off fer all we know." Bailey said grinning at me.
"He shoulda loined his lesson de foist time!" Spot said satisfied.
"I'm surre ye taught it te im." I said taking his hat. "Besides round hea everyone knows not te mess wid ye."
"All but youse." he smiled as I put on his hat.
"Looks good." Jack laughed.
"I wouldn't be talkin cowboy." I said then pointed to his cowboy hat. "At least I ain't wearin one a dose."
"It's a trademark, don be makin funna me hat. Besides I prefer havin dis one den yer's. Wait! It ain't yers, ye took it from Spot. Guess it don count seein as te you ain't got a hat!" Jack laughed at me.
"It's as much hers as it is mine." Spot said brushing a hand through his hair grinning.
"Are we goin sellin?" I asked in the morning.
"Yea might as well." Spot answered getting up. "Bailey's comin wid us so you know dat means Jacks also comin."
"I kinda figua dat already." I said putting on my shoes. "Ye know ye take fereva gettin up in de mornin."
"Just cuz I don go te bed eilia like youse means I don get up eilia like you eide." Spot laughed getting ready to leave.
"Whudd took ye so long?" Jack ordered when we got outside. They had been waiting for almost twenty minutes.
"Sorry, Spot had a hard time getttin up." I smiled.
"We'd betta get goin er else we ain't gonna get any papes." Bailey said walking away.
"Wait up!" I yelled running to catch up to her. "Whudd wrong?"
"Nuttin, Jack wanned te talk te Spot alone so I thought we could walk tageda."
"Whudd er dey talkin bout, ye know?" I asked anxiously.
"Bout youse two gettin hitched." she said eyeballing me. I started to blush. "So it is true! Yer really doin it?"
"Well yer not supposed te know. No one is, 'cept fer me, Spot, and Scott."
"Well I kinda found out cuz I dragged it outta Scott." Bailey confessed. "When is it?"
"We ain't surre but we ain't doin it till afta oua fatha leaves. We ain't planning on telling no one till he leaves eida. We really haven't talked bout when it's gonna be cept its not anytime soon."
"He can't afford te get ye a ring so is he gonna wait till he can afford one?"
"I don need a ring." I said confidently.
"Whudd!" I heard Spot yell and I turned around.
"Whudds wrong Spot?" I asked.
"Nuttin, it's nuttin important." he answered and I knew right away that he was lying.
"Ye surre?" I asked again.
"Yea it's ok. Don't worry bout it."
"Listen te im. C'mon, let's let em talk. I think I gots an idea bout whudd derre talking bout." Bailey said nudging my side.
"Whudd dye think derre talking bout?" I whispered as we walked further ahead.
"Hello! Think! Whudd have ye been talking bout fer de last few days?"
"You mean just de thing me an Spot was talkin bout since last night." I corrected her.
"Dat too." she laughed.
"I don think we should be talkin bout it. Me an Spot should talk bout it foist."
"Well if it's just me I think derre talkin bout it. I think you're allowed te talk bout it too."
"But I dunno if I wanna talk bout it. When eva I think bout it I get noives."
"Oh well why didn't ye just say so. Besides I think I would be noives too gettin married so soon!" Bailey said making me even more nervous.
"I really don't wanna hea dat right now."
"Chill, yer gonna be fine. Ye really love im right? If ye do, you'll be fine. He won't let anything happen te you." Bailey said comforting me.
"I know dat! I just can't help but think mebe its just dat I ain't ready te get hitched."
"It'll be ok. Yer gonna be fine. C'mon lets just get our papes."